18: Hotter Than Dutch Love

"Oh fuck!"

Unsheathing a scabbard from his black cane, Clyde cuts the head off a snake before it can strike Harper.

Shouting in disbelief, "Holy shit!" Clyde hacks away at the slithering, adult copperhead body until it stops twitching.

Staring quietly, "Oh no," he squats to get a closer look.

Tip-toeing around the bloody reptile, "What do you mean "oh no"?" she kneels behind Clyde and holds onto his shoulder, just in case it somehow moves again.

Shaking his head, clicking his tongue, "It's one of Viper's."

"What?!"

Screaming in his ear, she reels back apologetically when he looks at her like she's crazy.

Whisper shouting, "That lunatic keeps snakes on the grounds?!" Jumping up, panicking, she searches the surrounding area for more serpents that may be hiding in the grass. That was her first time seeing a non-garden snake outside of its cage and she does -not- want to ever get that close to another one again.

Sliding his narrow sword through the open mouth of the decapitated reptile to hold it up into the lamplight, red blood oozing down the shimmering blade, "All his pets are de-fanged. Couldn't've hurt you."

Throwing the head to the ground and wiping the scabbard clean in the grass, "He's gonna be pissed."

Muttering under his breath, "I hope that wasn't a female," Clyde searches for the scabbard to return his cane into one piece.

Nodding, rising to his feet in a hurry, "We weren't here," he grabs her hand and pulls her away.

Leading her through the garden to get back to the path that connects to the patio, "We ain't see nothin'."

After being dragged back to concrete, caught up with everything transpiring, she shouts, "WAIT!"

Jerking her hand free, dropping her heels on the sidewalk, "When were you going to tell me you've been toting around a," glancing around and leaning closer to him to whisper, "Secret -weapon-?"

Bending to grab her shoes then standing to hook his arm under hers, "You didn't see that -either-."

His square jaw clenches and he nods back at the building, "C'mon, we'll put your shoes on over there."

Trying to drag her along again by her arm, she yanks her arm back and pushes him back.

"What the fuck, Clyde? Why are you so freaked out?! It was an accident! Won't he–!"

Covering her mouth while stepping closer, his lips brushing his knuckles as she struggles to breathe through semi-covered nostrils, "Shhh."

Whispering in her ear, the warmth from his breath sends a chill down her spine, "I don't want to see what his vengeance over a pet looks like."

Releasing her, he grabs his jacket by the lapels and shakes his clothes out with a deep breath before popping his neck.

Extending his free hand as the other balances a cane and strappy heels, "Let's go."

They return to the party, only the cat-suit woman is nowhere to be found. Shrugging off the fact she can't apologize, the couple spends the rest of the evening socializing, dancing, and enjoying the festivities without a care in the world.

The fireworks show goes off without a hitch before Clyde and Harper sneak off from the dwindling party. Talking and laughing all the way back to the main house with his mask and cane in hand, they make it to the elevator in good spirits.

Ushering her into the four-person lift, he drops his belongings to the floor and lunges at her. Pinning her to the mirrored wall with his body, he takes advantage of her gasp by pressing his lips to hers.

Cupping the sides of her face, running his tongue along the crease of her lips, she lets him inside her.

Running her tongue along his thick, slick muscle, she grips his lapels and deepens the kiss.

Rolling his tongue tenderly against hers, he sucks her prodding tongue when it forces its way between his lips.

Harper moans quietly into his mouth, the heat from his body consuming her with every second he spends pampering the nerve endings inside her lips as he tugs up her gilded gown.

Cool air swarms her legs until the warmth of his thighs fill all empty spaces as they travel up the shaft to the third floor.

Grinding his groin into her black lace, his hands are quick to grab her lower body and hoist her up. Instinctually her legs lock around his hips and she forces his hardening cock along her rocking crease.

Wrapping her arms around the back of his neck, kissing him passionately, hungrily until the very last breath in her lungs escapes through her nose, she pulls back.

Panting softly, sucking in air through smudged, parted lips, she cocks her head against the flawless wall. Staring at her flush face with hazy eyes looking back at her, she groans in pleasure when he tucks his thumb between them.

Teasing her panty-covered clit with every buck and sway of his hips to the instrumental, romantic music playing around them, he nips and kisses along her defenseless jaw.

DING

"Mmmm," his lips vibrate as he drags them along the curve of her neck, his strong fingertips delicately running over her damp lips while he pecks his way to her jewel encrusted cheek.

"Sorry for smearing your lipstick," he smirks, resting his left arm against the wall beside her head. She wipes the "you're ridiculous" grin from her face when he slides his fingers around the fabric of her underwear, his knuckles nestling into her folds as he draws in a breath by her ear.

"It's not the only thing I'm going to smear," grazing his teeth over her earlobe, she turns her head to snatch him into another kiss.

He groans into her, gently kneading her pink lips with his knuckles while tugging at the fabric until it shrinks to fill the length of her slit. Moaning into his mouth, she runs fingers through his hair, holding him in place to fuck his mouth with hers.

Without looking, refusing to part from her candy kiss, he abandons her box to jostle her in his arms, pushing the cane with his foot to block the doors before they can shut.

Slamming her back into the wall beside the open door, he cups the base of her throat and sultrily stares into her eyes with a, "Mm."

Turning his face away, raking his teeth over his bottom lip, Clyde returns to brush his nose against hers before grasping a fistful of Harper's butt.

Kicking her shoes, the mask and cane from the elevator as he carries her out, she massages his scalp to pull him into another kiss.