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jxtina-86 · 8 months

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The Request

Part of the Roman/Katherine series. Started writing this ages ago and finally finished it after many, many attempts and changes.

Thank you to @thesamoanqueen for being the best sounding board the other day. And for digging out the photo.

Songs referenced:

Skunk Anansie 'Weak' Lethal Bizzle 'Fester Skank' Remix Ft. Stormzy, Chip, Fuse ODG & Wretch 32

Warning: Sexual content

Rating: MA

Likes/reblogs/comments always welcome...

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As he enters the apartment, Roman can hear the faint beat of music coming from beyond the lounge. He shifts his suitcase into its usual space by the door and slides his backpack to the floor.

"Kat?" he calls out. But there's no reply from wherever she is.

Heading towards the kitchen, he opens the refrigerator and then closes it when he says the open bottle of red wine and an empty glass on the kitchen counter. He takes the invitation and pours himself a glass before taking it, and the bottle, in search of Katherine. He follows the sound of the music, passing the room she uses as an office. The door is open - her laptop glows softly in the dimness. He can see an open document on the screen and the remains of a late snack on the desk.

He continues towards the music and nudges open the half-closed door to Katherine's bedroom. It's empty, but there's a path of discarded clothes that must have been hastily removed leading him to the bathroom and from within, he can now make out the music - and her voice.

Weak as I am Am I too much for you?

He crosses the room as quietly as he can, but there isn't any need as she's too wrapped up in the song to notice anything else. He pauses at the bathroom door and slowly eases it open.

The smell of oranges hits him, a scent he's all too familiar with from pressing his face against her neck, breasts, stomach, thighs. Fuck, he's missed her. Leaning against the doorframe, he breathes in both the smell and sight of her at last.

The bath is luxuriously deep and he can see her sunken in its depths, only the top of her head and hands visible. It takes all his strength not to join her - not yet anyway. So instead, he watches her hand twist in the air to the beat of the music whilst the other cradles a half-drunk glass of wine.

The song fades into another and he chuckles to himself - her playlist choices are certainly eclectic. As he discovered a few months ago when she picked him up from the airport one evening, her playlist can flow from 90s rock to hip-hop to ballads to pop in the blink of an eye and it seems her bath time soundtrack is no different. He shakes his head in amusement as Katherine shifts in the bath, her head nodding along with the beat as her voice picks up the lyrics.

He takes a swig of wine, enjoying watching her uninhibited. He rarely gets an opportunity to see her unaware of his presence. Usually, when he arrives back, she's opening the door before he's even up the stairs and they are wrapped up in each other for the rest of the night and the few days they have together. He half-wonders why tonight is different, but at the same time, he's happy to watch and observe for a few moments longer.

Katherine raises her glass, swirling the contents for a moment before she decides to drain the remains. Her head rolls back against the edge of the bath for a second as she nods along to the beat, biting her lip, before she smirks to herself, the lyrics to the song spilling from her mouth with ease.

Tryna stand her ground, make her knees cave in That ring says she must be married When I was banging her to Drake, she said "trust mi daddy"

A hand slips over hers and she shrieks. "FUCK!"

The bath water threatens to cascade onto the floor as her eyes flash open and she sees Roman looming over her.

He chuckles, unabashed. "Sorry, sorry." He slips the glass from her grip with ease and refills it for her.

Katherine takes a shaky breath, her heart still doing double-time from the shock. She leans over the bath and finds her phone to hit pause on the playlist. Straightening, she accepts the now full glass of wine back from him. "How long have you been stood there?"

"A few minutes," he grins. "You were in your own little world and I didn't want to interrupt."

He settles against the vanity, placing the bottle next to him and taking a sip from his glass. She takes a longer drink, her eyes not moving from him as she takes in his trademark dark sweats, the beanie, the hood pulled up over his head - his usual travel get-up. Whilst she fully appreciates how damn fine he looks when suited and booted, there is just something even more delicious about him in casual gear.

She catches his eyes drift from her face briefly and they darken as they flicker over her body only half-shielded by the bubbles in the bath.

"You wanna join me?" she asks, bending her legs to show there’s room for him. "It's still warm…"

She barely gets the words out before he reaches for the back of his hoodie and tugs it up and over his head. The beanie comes with it, exposing the thick knot of hair at the base of his neck. She laughs as within quick succession, his sneakers are kicked off and his pants are pushed to the floor.

Katherine drops her head to one side, taking in his height and breadth - a sight that she hasn't seen in person for almost a month. She bites her lip as her eyes drift down his body and she catches a glimpse of something else she's also missed. The video calls and photos she's received from him, really do not do him any justice, she thinks with a smirk.

As he steps into the bath, she scoots back to make room for him but it's a pointless move as the second he's sat opposite her, he's reaching for her. Pulling her upright, he brushes a loose tendril of hair from her cheek and then cups the back of her neck as he pulls her closer for a kiss. She sighs against his lips, her hand sliding over his shoulder.

"Fuck, I've missed you," Roman hears himself murmur as he pulls back at last.

"I missed you too," she replies, her fingers brushing over his beard.

As she shifts back into her previous spot, Roman's hand slips under the water. He finds a foot and tugs it up onto his chest, his large hand holding it firm as his thumb presses into the sole in slow, deep circles. He watches Katherine's eyes close for a second, her head dropping back against the edge of the bath.

"I didn't mean to still be in the bath," she murmurs, her eyes still closed.

"Do you see me complaining?" He lets go of her foot, but it continues to rest on his chest as he reaches into the water for the other. He works the flesh slowly, watching her features relax.

She nods. “I lost track of time.”

“The same work in progress you mentioned the other day?”

She nods again, opening her eyes to look at him. “It’s not as forthcoming as I’d like.”

“Well, I’m here for inspiration,” he winks at her.

“You might regret saying that.”

“I’ve never regretted fucking you, baby girl.”

She chuckles. “Are you serious?”

“About what? Fucking you? Deadly serious,” he grins.

“No. What you said about being here for inspiration.” She eyes him carefully. “Because I could do with that.”

“I’m here, ready and waiting,” Roman replies, dropping his voice an octave lower and smirking as he sees her eyes darken. “What d’you need, baby girl?”

She chews her lip. “What’s the freakiest thing you’ve ever done?”

“Excuse me?” He chuckles. “That’s what you need? My past escapades?”

She pouts. “I’ll tell you mine.”

“And will that be something you’ve written about or…” he grins as she pokes him in the chest with her toe. “Alright, alright.” He scrapes a hand over his face. “I mean, how freaky do you want?”

“You tell me.”

He eyes her carefully as he licks his lips debating whether to tell the truth or hold back. He buys time by reaching for his wine glass, but something about her eyes makes him opt for the former. “I… I had a threesome.”

She raises an eyebrow. “Now that I wouldn’t have guessed. Two women?”

He has the good grace to blush. “Okay, I’ve had two threesomes. Once with two chicks. Once with a chick and another guy.”

“Interesting.”

“Is this some kind of test?”

“I love how you ask that after telling me,” she chuckles. “No, it’s not. I’m just trying to work out the baseline.”

“For what?”

“I gave a blowjob in the back of a cab.”

Roman almost chokes on a sip of wine at this revelation and Kat grins over the rim of her glass. “Okay, c’mon, tell me. Why are you asking about this? A baseline for what?”

“I want you to do something for me.”

He doesn’t say anything, he just holds her gaze, willing her to spill the beans.

“I want to explore something,” she continues and he can sense the slight hesitation despite of what they’ve just shared with each other. “And I just wanted to work out whether you’d think I was crossing a line.”

“You’re worried you’re gonna corrupt me?”

“More that you’d think I was a freak.”

“Not a chance.”

She chews her lip. “Okay.”

He slides his hand gently over her foot once again as he drains his glass. “Tell me.”

She takes a deep breath, her eyes closing for a second, steadying herself before she opens them and holds his gaze as she speaks. “I want to not be in control.”

“Not in control of…” He’s already putting two and two together but he wants to hear her say it.

“I want you to control exactly when and how I can cum.”

“Like tease you?”

“More than that.”

“Edging?”

“Yes and more.”

“You want me to stop completely just before you cum?”

She nods. “My new character. She meets this guy. It’s what he does. And as much as I can do it myself-”

“That I’d like to see,” Roman grins and she rolls her eyes.

“Please?”

Without breaking eye contact, he drops his arm over the bath to place the wine glass back on the floor. With both hands free, he lets them slide over her feet and legs to slip under the water. Her thighs tense at his touch, her eyes widening slightly.

“I think that,” he murmurs, “will be a word you’ll be saying a lot then.”

She stares at him. “You’ll do it?”

“There isn’t much I wouldn’t do for you.”

The words hang in the air for a second longer than feels comfortable.

“Ro…” she breathes.

“I mean it. And not just this,” he says quietly.

“That… that means a lot,” she replies softly.

A silence blossoms between them, Roman’s hands still resting on the curve of her thighs, fingers splayed out across her skin. He wonders if he’s ruined the sexual tension that had arisen from her request, but as he swallows and then licks his lips, he sees her eyes flicker to his mouth. He lets his hands sink further up her thighs, easing them apart.

“Tell me how you did it to yourself.”

She blinks at him. “I… I just touched myself and then stopped.”

“What did it feel like?”

She sighs, her read rolling back on the lip of the bath. “Tortorous.”

He chuckles. “How many times?”

“A few…”

“And did you cum?”

She nods.

“How did it feel?”

“Amazing,” she breathes.

“I wasn’t joking when I said I wanted to see that,” he murmurs.

“Pervert,” she smirks.

“Your idea,” he replies. “You know this is gonna be as hard for me as it is for you?”

“How’d you figure that?”

“Making you cum is one of my favourite things,” he groans in mock-agony.

“I’d have thought all of this would play into your dominant side,” she cocks her head to one side.

He licks his lips, daring her to look at them. “Perhaps.”

“See,” she breathes. “You can’t help yourself.”

“I mean… The thought of you begging me… it is pretty fuckin’ delicious.”

She bites her lip. “What about the opposite?”

He raises an eyebrow.

“One idea,” she confesses. “Was that in the book, he tells her that if she makes a sound, he’ll stop.”

“Any other ideas?”

“Plenty,” she grins. And then she’s slipping from his grasp and standing. “C’mon, we gotta eat.”

He slides forward, hands on her legs, curling around to grip the back of her thighs, fingers brushing the curve of her ass. He stares up at her and then slowly drags his gaze down her body to his eye-level. He tips his head to the side and then looks back up at her with a glint in his eye.

“Behave,” she grins as she pushes his hands away and then steps out of the bath. Reaching for a towel, she hears the water splash and then a hand on her wrist, pulling her back.

His chest is solid behind her, hands sliding to her hips as he pulls her firmly against him, moving her so they’re both in view of the mirror above the vanity. Heat burns in the pit of her stomach as she watches him drop feather-light kisses to her shoulder. His hands slide over her stomach, up to her breasts and she inhales sharply as he cups them, his thumb and forefinger rolling her nipples until they tighten.

“Food can wait,” he murmurs against her throat, in between soft kisses.

“Ro…” she twists her head in an attempt to catch his lips.

Long fingers grip her chin, turning her head back to face the mirror.

“You said you had plenty of ideas.” His voice is dangerously low. “Well, so have I.”

She lets out of a soft whine as he raises his head and meets her gaze in the mirror.

“Starting with this.”

His hand slides over her stomach, whilst his foot nudges hers wider.

“If you look away or even close your eyes… I’ll stop.”

She nods, a shaky breath escaping her. His hand grazes her inner thigh and he smirks as he feels her body tense and her eyes close for a split second. He stills his hand and she whimpers softly as she holds his gaze again.

“That’s it, baby girl,” he breathes, his fingers finding her wet and warm. “Good girl…”

Fin.

Yes, I'm a tease. Sorry...

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