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Alan smiled softly and leaned against the doorframe of the ensuite bathroom, watching as Ellie went through her nightly routine. Despite the excitement of celebrating Jack’s first Christmas, there was no sign of exhaustion in his fiancée’s body and he couldn’t help the soft chuckle that escaped him. Ellie lifted her head just enough to catch his eye in the reflection of the bathroom mirror and an amused smirk tugged at her lips.
“What are you laughing about over there?” she asked before continuing her routine.
“It’s just funny how much energy you have after being up since five this morning.” he explained with a smirk of his own, his eyes slowly moving over her body.
“If this is your way of telling me you’re tired, you better wake up right now.” Ellie turned around and gave him a pointed look. “I have one more gift to unwrap and you are not getting out of it, honey.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it.” Alan grinned as he watched her slowly walk over to him.
She draped her arms over his shoulders when she reached him, smiling softly. Alan wrapped his arms around her waist and returned her smile before kissing her softly. They took their time with the kiss as their hands slowly roamed wherever they could reach, and it was only when he felt one of Ellie’s hands move to trail down his chest that he pulled back.
“Besides I always hold up my end of bargains.” he smirked as one of his hands moved down to playfully slap her ass.
“You sure about that, hon?” Ellie raised an eyebrow and began pushing him back towards the bed. “I seem to recall a strip tease that you’ve owed me since ‘92.”
He narrowed his eyes and cocked his head to the side, trying to recall exactly what she was talking about. It didn’t take long for him to remember what she was referring to; they had gone out with a few volunteers that summer and after several drinks, he had challenged Ellie to a game of pool. At some point during the game Alan had decided he could pull off some type of trick shot and win the game, confidently telling Ellie that if he missed the shot then he’d put on a show for her in the form of a strip tease. Needless to say, he hadn’t made the shot.
“Do I?” he feigned confusion, trying not to chuckle at the mild annoyed expression on her face. “I don’t recall ever owing you a strip tease. You sure you don’t owe me one?”
“Only if you’re a good boy.” she smirked before she gently pushed him on to the bed.
He let out a soft grunt as he fell back on to the mattress, propping himself up on his elbows to watch his fiancée slowly lift up the hem of her shirt. He swallowed hard and shifted his hips at the sudden tightness in his jeans. Ellie sent him a wink as she continued to torture him with the simple task of removing her shirt.
“Enjoying the show, Dr. Grant?” she paused what she was doing long enough to watch him squirm slightly.
“You’re killing me, Ellie.” he said gruffly and reached down to rub himself.
Ellie shook her head and let go of the hem of her shirt, grinning at the noise of frustration that came from Alan. She walked over to him and grabbed his wrist before moving to straddle his lap.
“Hands off, honey.” she said softly as she leaned forward just enough to pin his hand down to the bed.
“Kinda hard to do when you’re busy.” he groaned when she teasingly moved against him.
“Good thing I have a solution for that.” Ellie chuckled before giving him a quick kiss and getting off his lap. “You better lose the shirt by the time I get back.”
Alan shook his head and let out a breathless laugh as he sat up, watching his fiancée disappear into the walk-in closet. He began working on the buttons of his shirt and let out a soft curse when, in his own excitement, his fingers seemed to forget how to work.
“If I get back out there and your shirt is still on, I am not responsible for ripping it off.” Ellie said from somewhere in the closet.
“You do that and I’m not to be held responsible for tearing off anything you’re wearing.” he countered, grinning when he finally finished his task.
He had just managed to toss the flannel to the floor when Ellie reappeared with a wicked grin and her hands behind her back. They just stared at each other for a moment before she began to saunter back to the bed, and there was something about the way she was looking at him that set his blood on fire. Alan made to grab her and practically growled when she stepped just out of his reach, shaking her head slightly.
“Lay on the bed, hands on the headboard.” she said simply.
“Trying to boss me around now, Sattler?” he raised an eyebrow even as he moved to lay in the center of their bed.
“I don’t have to try, Grant.” she smirked and watched him reach above his head, wrapping his fingers around the spindles of the headboard. “We both know I’m the one in charge here.”
“Maybe I just let you think you are.” he chuckled softly.
His chuckled died off quickly when she brought her left hand from behind her back, the sight of the red silk sending a shiver down his spine. He flexed his fingers around the smooth wood as he watched Ellie slowly make her way onto the bed, and he suddenly felt like he was being stalked by a predator. He gripped the spindles tighter when Ellie straddled his hips and settled to apply just enough pressure on the bulge in his jeans that he lifted his hips to seek out some relief.
“Have I ever told you how much I love making you squirm?” she set whatever she had been holding in her right hand behind her, keeping it out of his line of sight.
“You may have mentioned it in passing.” he swallowed hard as he watched her lean forward, securely tying his hands to the spindles with the two strands of silk she had been holding.
She grinned and leaned back to look down at him, her eyes moving to see him give a few experimental tugs at his restraints.
“Okay?” she asked softly, dropping her seductive tone for a brief moment.
“Perfect.” he assured her and flashed her that crooked smile she loved so much.
Once Ellie was sure that she hadn’t tied the silks too tight, her hands moved to lightly run her nails down Alan’s chest and abdomen. He took a shuddering breath and arched his back slightly at the sensation, groaning softly when she removed her hands from his skin. His eyes followed every move her hands made as she began to slowly lift up her shirt, taking her time in undressing for him.
He tugged at his restraints in an effort to touch the skin she slowly revealed to him, a grunt of frustration at being denied to touch her. Ellie laughed softly at the scowl that appeared on his face and he missed the mischievous glint that flashed in her eyes. She continued her slow torture of undressing in front of him, enjoying the mix of frustration and lust shining in his eyes. Every time he squirmed and groaned and bucked his hips, she would pause to run her nails along his ribs or move her hips against him just right.
“I’m surprised you haven’t popped the button of your jeans yet, honey.” Ellie said casually, grinding down on his jean clad erection.
“Ellie…” he inhaled sharply as his arms strained against the silks that kept him tied to the headboard.
“Yes?” She gave him a coy smile and enjoyed the way his eyes devoured her now naked form.
“This is torture.” he whispered.
“You love it.” she smirked as she slowly ran her hand down her body and between her legs.
At the sound of her soft moan, Alan twisted his body in an effort to free at least one hand. The sight of her touching herself had always driven him crazy, and it was only made worse when he couldn’t touch her. That smug smile returned on her face as she continued for a few more minutes before removing her hand, reaching out to trace his lips with her fingers and gasping softly when he pulled her middle finger between his lips. He closed his eyes as he cleaned her finger with his tongue, panting slightly when the digit slipped out.
Ellie leaned forward and kissed him deeply, both of them moaning into the kiss. Alan tried to chase after her lips when she pulled back, and he bit back a whimper at the anticipation that fell over him when he noticed the wicked smirk on his fiancée’s lips. He could only watch as she reached behind her and held up his red bandana. Without a word, she quickly tied the bandana around his eyes and effectively cut out his sight.
“Ellie…sweetheart…” he panted softly as his body tensed in preparation for whatever it was she had in mind.
He let out a small yelp when he suddenly felt her teeth nip at the sensitive spot just above his left nipple.
“Shhh. We don’t want to wake the others, do we?” Ellie’s voice was next to his ear and a shiver shot down his spine, a small groan sounding in his chest when she sucked on his earlobe.
The next several minutes were spent with Ellie using her lips, tongue, and teeth to slowly drive him wild as she hit every one of his spots on her journey down his torso. Alan forced himself to take deep breaths to try and gain some type of control over his body; he wasn’t sure if he should be embarrassed or impressed that Ellie had him so close to the edge and she hadn’t even taken off his jeans yet.
His hips bucked up when he felt her hand brush against him and the sound of the zipper being lowered had never been so loud. There was a hum of excitement from Ellie as he felt her finally get rid of the remainder of his clothes, and his breath came out in pants as he waited for his fiancée to resume her slow torture. He tugged at his restraints at the feeling of her lips ghosting along his erection, and he wasn’t sure if it was the lack of sight or the build up that had him feeling as if he would pop like a cork in a champagne bottle.
“Fuck.” He hissed softly when he felt her nip at his hip bone. “Ellie…you’re gonna kill me, baby.”
“But what a way to go.” she murmured just before he felt her lips close around him.
He bit his lower lip in an effort to keep himself quiet; they really didn’t need anyone waking up and hearing them, the teasing from her brother would be relentless. It was almost as if Ellie knew how close he had been since she had pushed him onto the bed, and he was convinced that only made the experience worse. She alternated between using her lips, tongue, and hands to work him into a frenzy, always backing off to a barely there touch when she felt him about to lose control.
Ellie kept him under her sweet, torturous assault for what seemed like hours, and he was enjoying every second of it despite his whimpers and pleas for release. And just when he felt as if he would break the headboard from the way his arms kept jerking against his silk restraints, a strangled moan left him when he felt Ellie slowly lower herself onto him. The muscles of his arms flexed as he tried to touch her, his head moving wildly in an effort to rid him of the makeshift blindfold.
“Want something, honey?” Ellie let out a breathless laugh as she lazily moved on top of him, her hands stroking along his torso.
“Ellie…I want…I need…” he stammered before letting out a small growl when he felt her lift herself up every time he tried to meet her movements. “Ellie, please.”
There was a moment when the only sound was that of Alan’s panting and hammering heart, the wooden spindles creaking slightly at the way he kept straining against the silks. He could only imagine the look on his fiancée’s face at the fact that she had reduced him to a squirming, begging mess. Suddenly he felt both of his wrists freed and he wasted no time in pulling the bandana down to hang around his neck, surging up to kiss her fiercely as his hands ran along any part of her he could touch.
He lowered his head to gently bite and suck at the crook of her neck, smirking against her skin when he heard the breathless gasp leave Ellie. He held her to him as he flipped them over and gave her a smirk just before he started to move with hard, controlled thrusts. Every snap of his hips drew a breathless gasp and moan from his fiancée, her nails running down his back and sides as he pushed them both closer and closer to ecstasy.
“Alan…” Ellie whined when his hand went to grab one of her thighs, moving it higher to change the angle just enough. “Shit!”
“Shhhh. We don’t...wanna wake the others…do we?” he grunted, bringing a hand to cover her mouth.
As much as he wanted to draw things out in his own attempt at payback, the only thing he could think about was fucking Ellie through the bed until she saw stars. They moved together as if their lives depended on it, hands and lips touching wherever they could reach and he was fairly certain there would be bruises and scratches on their bodies.
“Alan…” Ellie moaned softly as her body writhed under him, her nails raking down his back and no doubt leaving small gouges in his skin; not that he minded one bit.
“Come for me, baby.” he panted and slammed into her, the fingers of his left hand gripping her hip tightly. “Come for me, and take me with you.”
The sounds of their bodies moving against each other, and their soft moans and groans filled the bedroom until he felt Ellie’s body buck wildly under him. He swore under his breath at the beginnings of a scream leaving her lips, Alan quickly swallowing the rest of the scream as he kissed her deeply. It didn’t take much longer before he followed her over that edge, his own groan muffled as he buried his face against her neck.
Their soft pants were the only sounds as they fought for breath, Ellie’s hands clutching at his back as her body shuddered with the aftershocks of her orgasm. Alan felt his arms begin to tremble from the effort to not squish his fiancée and he placed a kiss on the side of her neck before falling to her side. It took some effort but he rolled on to his side to look at her, a soft smile on his face.
“Jesus, Alan.” Ellie let out a breathless laugh and turned her head to look at him, reaching out to pull him down by the bandana around his neck for a kiss.
“I take it you enjoyed your present?” he smirked once they parted and ran his eyes along her sweat slicked body.
“If you have to ask, then you really are stupid.” she teased as she reached out with a shaky hand to run through his sweat soaked hair. “I love you.”
He smiled softly and leaned forward to kiss her once again, moving to trail kisses down her neck towards her chest. His eyes moved to watch her face as he teasingly grazed his teeth along the slope of her breast.
“Alan…” she moaned softly when he began to kiss his way further down her body.
“Merry Christmas, Ellie.” he mumbled against her skin before settling himself between her legs.
Whatever response Ellie was about to give died on a gasp, her fingers clutching his hair at the feeling of his tongue teasing her.