the cushy sheltered way of life was really no fun

[forthsofar]

She's kept quiet about it. Not because of any worry or concern, not because she feels as though she's done anything wrong--indeed, in a way this feels the furthest thing from incorrect. There's just been a lot to think about, thoughts and feelings and needs that she's been turning over in her head and trying to parse out on her own before she brings them up with either Nick or Sabrina. She'll need to, because they're the cause of it all, the ones that sparked that odd blossoming warmth within her as they asked questions that held just the barest edge of command behind them.

It could be that she's understanding it all wrong, her relative inexperience turning words murmured in the heat of passion into something that feels more weighty than it is. But somehow, she doesn't think so. Whether she's misunderstood or not, though, Rosie wants to be sure of herself, and sure of what she wants. As she'd been told before, so many times, that's the only way this works.

After a few days of thought, she's ready to open the conversation, and given that they already had plans this afternoon, Nick seems the perfect person to start with. Settled on his couch and entwined under a blanket, they watch--well, mostly--the season premiere of that awful witch show Nick had fallen in love with during his convalescence, the both of them laughing and shouting things at the screen. Once it's over, Rosie reaches for the remote control, clicking the television off.

"Nick," she says softly, a flutter of uncertainty starting up in the pit of her stomach, something she tries to ignore. She turns in his arms until she can press a kiss to his mouth. "Could I...there's something I wanted to talk to you about." Realizing how that might sound only once it's out, her eyes widen, just slightly. "Something...I think it's something good, I promise."

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[forthsofar]

She's breathless and wrung out in the wake of her orgasm, dazed from the sensation. When Rosie hears him groan above her as he goes over the edge, there's a strange flicker of triumph that goes through her.

"That was..." she sighs, once she's able to find the words at all. "I really liked that, Nick." It's so blatant and shameless, and Rosie feels her face go hot again.

[awickedtime]

Nick takes the time to take care of the condom before he slips back onto the bed with Rosie, reaching up to pull the blindfold off her eyes, tugging her down into her arms.

"Yeah," he says, grinning and pressing a kiss to her forehead. "I could tell."

[forthsofar]

After so long wearing the blindfold, the flood of light when Nick pulls it off is a little startling; Rosie blinks, her pupils dark and wide, until her vision adjusts.

"Oh, hush," she murmurs, nestling against his chest as he pulls her into his embrace. She stays pressed close like that for a minute or two, quiet and thoughtful, letting both of them come down from the intensity of all that they'd just done.

"It was...you liked it too, right?" she asks, thinking she knows the answer already but wanting in this moment to be absolutely sure. "Being that, you know, forceful with me, it was alright for you?"

[awickedtime]

"It's been a while, but that was a lot of fun," he says, still grinning as he twirls the ends of her hair, looking down into her face. "I enjoyed having you at my mercy, Wilson. And that's a pretty good list of things that we know you like to work with."

[forthsofar]

"I suppose it is," she says, and though she's still blushing hard, seeing the way he's smiling makes her own answering grin come much easier. "I don't...I wouldn't want it to be like this every time we go to bed together, I don't think, but..."

Rosie trails off, briefly embarrassed all over again. "But now that we know we both like it, and know what I like most about it, it doesn't make sense not to do it again."

[awickedtime]

"Whenever you're in the mood," he says, smiling. "I've got a little list in my head now, anyway."

[forthsofar]

"Oh dear," Rosie murmurs, though the thought of him planning for next time makes her heart race a little in anticipation. "Knowing how clever you are, Nick, I think you'll come up with quite a few ideas, going off that list."

[awickedtime]

"Do you want to talk about it a little?" he asks, combing his fingers through her dark hair, playing with it the way he's been drawn to since they started getting close. "What really worked for you?"

[forthsofar]

"I think I would," Rosie says, the continued touch to her hair settling her just a little more. It always did, in one way or another, but something about it in the context of this moment now makes it all the more reassuring.

"The blindfold was good," she starts, after a moment of thought. "It made it all feel more...I wasn't sure what you were going to do, until you told me. It felt like being even more at your mercy, in a way."

[awickedtime]

He kisses her temple, pulling a blanket up over them as they settle.

"Blindfold was good," he says. "I think you might get off on the humiliation of it all, a little bit."

[forthsofar]

Rosie ducks her head at that. "I think so too," she admits, her voice shy and quiet. "It felt so dirty, being made to ask you to do things to me, or told get into a position I knew had to be completely obscene even if I couldn't see it. But it still turned me on, despite that."

The blanket is warm and soft, the feeling of it against her skin providing another layer of comfort. "I liked it when you, um," she starts, looking up at him once again. "I liked it when you spanked me, too. Especially when it happened after I'd been a little impertinent."

[awickedtime]

"That's definitely something we can play with," he says. "See how far I can push it without freaking you out. It's a bit of a balancing act, that sort of thing." He grins. "Having you over my knee was kind of fun."

[forthsofar]

She nods. "You did a good job balancing it this time," she says. "The one thing I didn't...it was a little too much, when you suggested I finger my, um...my ass." The word feels a little awkward, but she makes herself say it even as her blush deepens another few shades. "But you stopped right away, so it was only uncomfortable for a moment, truly."

Tilting her head up, she brushes a soft kiss to the underside of his jaw, a reassurance of her own. "Being put over your knee was so unexpected," she agrees, laughing softly. "Having you drag me into place, the way it felt to be so vulnerable, all of it."

[awickedtime]

"Vulnerable but good, right?" says Nick, brushing his lips against her forehead, the corner of his mouth tugging up into a smile. "Yeah, anal is...definitely not for everyone. It'd be hot, I'm not going to lie, but if you're not into it, you're not into it, babe."

[forthsofar]

"Oh good grief, that word, Nick," she says, rolling her eyes even as she's smiling up at him. Maybe to protest that--however mildly--makes her seem a little prim, even incongruously so after what they'd just done, but she doesn't entirely care. "Not that you need any more wicked ideas for next time, but I think you're going to enjoy making me say vulgar things, most of all."

Rosie lets out a quiet breath, nodding in answer to the question. "Vulnerable but good, yes. Like I was being properly punished for being a bit of a brat, especially since I'd already been told not to be."

[awickedtime]

"They do sound particularly filthy when you say them," he says. "And that wasn't a flat no, by the way." He grins broadly at her, definitely teasing. "Why do I suspect that that's not going to stop you being a brat?"

[forthsofar]

"Oh, because it absolutely won't stop me, Nicholas," she says, teasing him right back. "I'm forever saying and doing things I shouldn't, without much care for the consequences, and I hardly think I'm going to give that up any time soon."

She grins up at him, bright and pleased and almost overwhelmed with affection for him. "And I think you like me quite a bit because of it."

[awickedtime]

"This is very, very true, Wilson," he says, grinning at her. "It's going to be fun figuring out how to push your buttons." He skims one hand down the curve of her spine. "We can always go again, too. If you want."

[forthsofar]

"It is," she agrees, a pleasant and unexpected shiver going down her back at both the thought and the feeling of his fingers along her spine. "And I suspect you're going to be very good at pushing them, too."

The idea of going again, of trying more, makes that faint wanting ache start up again. After a moment to think, honestly and completely, about how she feels, Rosie looks at him and nods. "Yes, Nick," she says. "I want to go again. Try more things, or...or the same things. Maybe a combination, really."

[awickedtime]

"Tell me what you'd like to do again," he says, pushing his fingers into her hair. "What you'd like to do more of? How do you want me to push you, Rosie?"

[forthsofar]

That touch to her hair gets a little firmer and more possessive, and it's the perfect sort of start to what they're about to resume. Rosie's breath catches at the pull, and there's a faint spark of heat in her eyes when she looks up at him next. "More of the...the humiliation," she says, blushing hard. "Same kind, I think, being made to say things or told what to do, I just...we ought to try more of it, I think. And being spanked again, if I don't do it right."

She mulls over all the things they'd done already, sifting through them for ideas or suggestions, and one occurs to her. One that's a little shameless and surprising, making her stomach flip in a way she's rapidly coming to enjoy, but appropriate even so. "Earlier, when I was on all fours, you held me a little tight," she starts. "Hands on my hips, making it so I couldn't really move except to go where you put me, do you remember? There was something about it that I liked a lot."

[awickedtime]

"So you'd rather I held you down rather than tie you?" He asks, running a proprietary hand along her bare thigh under the blanket.

[forthsofar]

The run of his hand along her thigh gets her parting her legs a little more, before she can entirely catch herself doing it. "You could do either, really," she says. "I...I want to try both. Maybe not today, just, um, in general."

Rosie pauses again, taking stock, knowing that answer is too vague for a situation that demands as much clarity as she can provide at the outset. "Tie me up, this time. We can try you holding me down another day. If that's something you want too, of course."

[awickedtime]

She might not catch it, but Nick definitely notices. His hand slips around to her ass, squeezing, the other still pushed into her hair.

"Tied down. Blindfolded." He grins, sharply. "Sounds perfect."

[forthsofar]

Rosie moans shakily, a reaction due as much to the squeeze to her ass as the look on Nick's face. "Y-yes, Nick," she says, squirming against the sheets, her eyes locked to his. "Tied down and blindfolded a-and available to you. At your mercy."