Colour me your colour, Darling
Margot groaned, rolling over on her mattress and burying her head further into her pillows. It had been harder and harder to fall asleep lately, her oversized bed suddenly lacking without Danny.
She tried to play it off at first, choosing to believe it was just the feeling of a warm body in the bed with her that she missed. She’d never been a cuddler, never needed to sleep in someone else’s arms but even she could admit how lonely sleeping alone sometimes was. Eventually though, after she and Ben disappeared on that plane, and she’d spent a few nights in the arms of strangers, she’d come to the realisation that it wasn’t just a warm body she was missing, but rather his.
She missed the way he would hold her back to his chest, while his fingers danced down her bare arms. The way he whispered dirtily into her ear about all of the things he loved about her body, pausing now and then to press hot kisses to her neck. She even misses the way his prominent hipbones poke at her lower back.
Margot let out a huff and rolled over looking at her alarm clock. 4am. She sighed in frustration, this was really getting ridiculous.
Being in an undisclosed location certainly put a damper on the physical aspect of their affair. She’d known this would happen – it’s not as if she had actually expected him to fly away with her, but she’d honestly never expected to need him this much.
Margot Bishop had never expected that their late night /early morning phone calls and dirty texts would mean this much to her.
Margot let out another sigh and reached over to her nightstand, snatching up her mobile. Pressing back into her pillows, hair fanning out around her head, she squinted at the bright screen, mentally counting backward to his Timezone. 7pm. He may be home.
She typed out, sending the text and laying the phone down on her chest, silently awaiting the reply.
Hoping, desperately, it wouldn’t take too long. As always, Danny doesn’t let her down.
A grin spread across her face at the cheeky reply. She doesn’t stop to ponder how her heart bounced at his reply or at how easily he lightens her mood.
A minute later and her phone buzzed, she didn’t even attempt to hide the smile in her voice.
“Hello, Darling.” She greeted quietly.
“I’m never too busy,” he replied almost immediately. Danny’s voice is husky and has her shifting.
“What are you doing?” Margot queried, shifting further down in her sheets.
“Just got home.” He whined and she can hear the drone of the news on in the background.
“Alice working you hard?” Margot asked naughtily not bothering to hide the innuendo.
“Not as hard as you.” Danny shot back and Margot laughed loudly and carelessly.
“I would hope not.” She purred back.
“What are you doing?” He questioned his voice low and dark and really she can’t be blamed for the shivers that run across her body at the sound. Oh, she’s missed him.
Margot bit the inside of her cheek through a smile.
“Lying in bed,” She responded quietly, staring down at silky negligee. How is it her nipples are hard already, he hasn’t even said anything truly seductive yet.
“S’that all?” He asked huskily, and Margot hears the muffled sounds around him cease and Danny shift about. She squirmed at the thought of him getting comfortable and the consequences that always follow.
“Is there something else I should be doing?” Margot feigned innocence.
“Mm, I could think of a few things,” Danny shot back suggestively. “What are you wearing?” Margot lets out a loud laugh at that.
“Are you seriously asking me that?”
“Come on, play along,” Danny chuckled along with her. She’s really about to do this, isn’t she?
“Fine,” she huffed. “What do you want me to be wearing?” Her hand not holding the phone to her ear, grasped the hem of her night gown and pulled it up and over her hips; already knowing what his answer would be.
“Nothing.” Danny responded firmly.
“What a coincidence.” She whispered back, her free hand running along her slim stomach.
“Argh” He groaned roughly, the sound of it causing her fingers to dig into her skin.
“Yes,” she purred, bunching the silk in her fist and pushing it up further, leaving her breasts exposed to the cool early morning air.
She can hear Danny moving on the other end of the line and knows he’s busy ridding himself of his clothes too. Margot began breathing a little heavier, the anticipation fuelling her lust.
“I can see it,” He murmured provocatively. “I can see you laid out for me – desperate, you are desperate aren’t you, Margot?” He asked in a low tone.
“Danny,” Margot whined her free hand tracing the side of her breast. His voice was having a profound effect on her. She brushed her thumb across her nipple, back arching as a low moan leaves her mouth.
“Play with your nipple.” Danny demands. “Imagine that’s my hand; those are my fingers pinching you; hard enough to hurt. I know that’s how you like it. Let me hear you, Margot,” He commanded, his voice delicious in her ear. Doing his bidding, she wonders if he’s got a hand wrapped around his erection like she thinks he does. The thought is intoxicating and Margot shut her eyes, envisioning him with his knees bent, feet on his bed as his hand pumping his cock slowly.
“Ugh,” She groaned softly in response to his words and her imagination. It is terribly difficult to keep her voice down so she doesn’t wake her daughter, their apartment was by no means small, but the walls were thin and they keep her from loudly conveying how much she’s enjoying this little game.
“That’s it, Margot, now lick your fingertips for me.”
“I want you, so bloody badly,” She moaned honestly before complying, slipping her thumb and forefinger into her slick mouth and swirling her tongue around them before placing them back on her nipple.
Margot gasped as the cool air touches the wet peak, arching it into her fingers.
Danny’s breath is ragged in her ear as he listens to her tease herself. He is working himself over, she knows, listening to the way his breath hitches every so often.
“Are you…” she paused, panting heavily when she tugs at her nipple harshly. She doesn’t have to finish her question, because he speaks again.
“I’m running my hand down your stomach, dipping my thumb into your bellybutton just once,” Danny tells her lowly, and her own hand follows his words to the letter. Her thumb drops into her bellybutton, and her fingers brushing over her pelvis intoxicatingly. Margot squeezed the phone in her hand tightly, licking her lips repeatedly as they dry out from the continuous pants leaving her mouth. “I move lower, you arch, you’re begging me to touch you, aren’t you? To feel you?”
“My hand sneaks lower, teasing your clit.” Danny continued gruffly.
She slipped her hand lower, dancing it over soft skin and quietly cursing him for knowing her so well; for knowing exactly how to get her going.
Margot whimpered, her eyes screwed shut as her hips arch up and her finger brushes more firmly against her clit.
“How wet are you?” He asked, his words are strangled, the question sending a jolt of pleasure straight to her abdomen. Margot bites down on her lip, hard.
“So wet,” She replied breathily as her fingers slide down her slit, toying with her entrance.
“Tell me.” Danny said simply and Margot groaned.
“Mmn, warm, slick. It aches. I ache, Danny, so much,” Margot moaned, pressing her fingers harder against her drenched clit. “I want-“ She began cutting off abruptly as a moan escapes her again.
“What do you want, Margot? Come on, tell me what you want,” He begged and she could have rolled her eyes at the cliché, had she not already been so desperate for release. Of course he wouldn’t let her get away with getting off so easily.
“I want to come,” She replied, knowing he liked to hear her say it, to ask for it, to ask him for it. , She gasped, gnawing at her lower lip. “I want your fingers inside me. God, I want to kiss you, Danny.”
His answering groan drives her crazy, and her phone nearly drops from her hand as her body jerks in response to her slipping two of her fingers deep inside her.
“Me too,” Danny managed between pants, sounding strained. She licked her lips again, fingers beginning a slow pace, thrusting in and out of her body. “You’re inside, aren’t you? And you’re so tight. I love that feeling, the way you quiver, when my fingers curl inside you. Tell me, Margot, tell me what you’re feeling.”
Margot is forced to take a moment to catch her breath at that. Shifting she adjusted the phone between her shoulder and cheek, laying her head against the pillow, so it doesn’t move. She took her recently freed hand and moved it down, gently massaging her clit, all the while still thrusting her fingers in and out of her body leisurely.
“I’m feeling you,” She purred, back arching off the mattress as she brought her feet up to rest flat on the bed, her legs opening wider. “The way you touch me slowly at first, just to get me angry with you, Oh, I get so angry, don’t I? I beg you, I know how much you love to hear me beg, Daniel, uhnn…”
“Faster, Margot,” He commanded unevenly through the phone, his breath harsher than before. “I’m close and I can’t…”
Margot shifted her hips up, angling herself for better access. She pulled her fingers out almost all the way before slamming them back inside. The motion causes her to jerk, her digits pressing harder and harder against her clit. She cried out his name, probably too loudly, and the phone slips from its perch down to rest against her chest. Margot barely notices, adding a third finger as her rhythm is lost. She’s so close now, and if she listened hard enough, she can hear Danny’s unsteady grunts coming from her mobile.
Head tilted all the way back against the pillows, her eyes shot open as a long moan escapes her. Margot clenched around her fingers uncontrollably, her hips stuttering from the bed as her fingers work her clit over once and then twice more. She gasped collapsing to the bed, she breathes deeply trying to control her body. Gulping for air she wipes her hand on her bed sheets and reaches for her cell. Smiling widely Margot places the device back to her ear. He’s breathing slower now, though still quite loudly.
“Danny?” She questioned quietly, rolling over onto her side to alleviate some of the heat that had accumulated around her body. The cool air washes over her damp skin and she shoves her negligee back down, burying her face in her pillow.
“Mmmhm,” He answered with a groan, sounding just as sated as she feels.
“I miss you.” She said honestly, her eyes drooping as she snuggles into her ever so slightly damp sheets.
“I miss you too, Margot.” Danny replied with a grin. “Same time tomorrow?” Margot laughed at that.
