Apparently, that was something he could do, without anything to do. Just… stand there and wait. No muscle moved. Eyes closed.
Bloody freak of nature.
Sure, his eyes were useless anyway, and he probably ‘felt around’ with his oh-so-special locating of all the air in the room to take in his surroundings. But it was still weird and spooky. He could at least lean against the wall like a halfway sane person. He was standing right next to it.
With a huff, Richard let himself fall on the bed, looking around himself.
He didn’t want to have too many supernatural interferences in this weird threesome. The pillows were already there, possible toys allocated, lube – likely not necessary, but who knew – at the nightstand, ropes were made of safe material and hung over the headboard.
Clothing was not really a necessity, but hell, why not,
… and soon they… would have a threesome, as planned. When again did he become the person that planned such things?
But well, as soon as Trinity would come home, there would be sex.
Maybe, just maybe, planning things like that was not his thing. Or planning more than a general day structure, really.
Reacting to the moment was more his thing.
So, since Trinity is extremely hot… it probably works out perfectly fine.
Until then?
Being annoyed by the beanstalk.
Best course of action.
Standing behind the door like this. He’s lucky she actually does open the door in a… sensible manner.
At least there was not a long wait.
The keys jingled in the door and Trinity stepped in.
She looked like she did when she left: a soft turtleneck falling over her curves, her usual vest over it, accentuating her waist and making her breasts just that bit more enticing, well-cut dress pants that I know feel just as good as they look on her, the polished shoes in addition…
Only her face was a bit more tired than before, one hair strand slipped out of her do, sometimes tickling her, so she brushes it back behind her ear. She’s in a neutral mood, right then. Still coming home, leaving work behind for once.
She knelt down, untying her shoes, putting them up in an orderly fashion and hanging up her purse.
After a few steps inside, brushing mentioned hair strand away, she takes a breath to call out.
A hand kept her from ever saying what she wanted.
Levil had stepped forward, hand pressed over her mouth for the moment, announcing his presence.
Then he took his hand away, levitating her instead, just a hands width over the floor, arms and legs paralysed. And here he’d wanted to forego supernatural tricks.
The other demon stepped around her, actual doing the motions of looking her up and down, humming during his slow pace, unseeing eyes notwithstanding.
When he reached her front, he grabbed her chin, turning it slightly from left to right, he said: “You’ll do”
„Ilvin? Really? You are staging the intervention?”
The man looked a little distraught, but straightened his jacket and cleared his troat: “Well!”
Richard leaned back and spun one round in his chair.
Ilvin cleared his throat louder: “WELL, yes. I am really here to stage an intervention, you can’t-”
He stopped himself by holding onto his desk: “Is it because you’re so down to earth and into computers? Computers are very much not down to earth”
“Err”
“They are full of porn and cat videos. And you make a good cat. But the hair goes everywhere, it’s very distracting,” he tapped his pen on the table, taking a deep breath, “But that’s not what you’re here for. You want to talk to me about my private life. About my relationship with Trinity… she doesn’t like cat hair distractions either, you know?” He frowned. Maybe she would make an exception if it purred on her belly. Once a month. He opened a browser to look.
“Boss? Your love interest is the Metatron, king of angels. Currently unaware of that circumstance. It… might be worth a thought, that”
He returned to twirling his pen, raising both his brows at his employee: “Oh? You think? You think it would be ill advised to intrude on the private life of high ranking people? High ranking in the kinda celestial part of our lives? That it?”
Ilvin, lower ranking demon, office worker in his employ and mere messenger to this little social disgrace, looked supremely uncomfortable.
Richard narrowed his eyes at him: “… it’s cause you’re easy to persuade to do it, huh? Not because you’re grounded. Did they just order you? You know what. You’re doing good work. I’ve seen your personnel calculations. And recommendations for seminars for each of them. They were spot on. IT requests became fewer. People relaxed. Less stress. You know them all pretty well, your colleagues, don’t you? Even if under pressure? Want a promotion?”
When the young man looked even more uncomfortable, Richard sighed. No promotion, then. He threw him an amulet with his insignia. Should help the guy in the long run.
Of course, his eyes went wide and Richard could see how he warred with himself. It was a surprise, when the boon was put it back on the table.
“We… with all due respect. We really are worried about you, boss. Of all the people. This one is dangerous. Really dangerous. Maybe… think about it? For a spell?”
“Heh. Spell. Magic. She can’t even do that right now…”
The kicked, unhappy puppy look did not really suit his guest.
“Okay, puppy. What do you even want to hear from me, mh? ‘Oh, you’re right, she’s dangerous! I’ll break up with her right now!’? Is that it? It sounds a bit stupid, doesn’t it? You’re not stupid. Evan is. Damn that boy, seriously. And not in the good way. Who steals from another greed person, it’s ridiculous!”
The puppy cleared his throat. He wasn’t a puppy. Still Ilvin. Ilvin looked unhappily worried this time and said: “We… are worried. You… get distracted easily. You might accidentally wake them up? IF they wake up, it’s… not going to be pleasant? They’ll know you tricked them? Played with them? Smiting you is not off the table, then…”
“So what,” he shrugged.
The scandalised look spoke of actual loyalty. It was somewhat endearing.
“Oh, please. I made sure to have a proper structure. I sometimes fuck off for weeks! Iceland is beautiful. The reception horrific next to the volcano, it’s fun. You should go there, the hot springs are wonderful, even slightly sulfuric, perfect for your skin. It’s great to sit in the warmth in the middle of snow. Polar opposites so close together are always exciting”
Another clearing of throats, another look. Oh.
“What I wanted to say: It would be an inconvenience. I know I’m the face of the company. But really. There are others almost as brilliant as I am, and they know who’s my direct stand-in, no dire arguments there. I’d lose my body for a while. It’d be fine”
“You’d lose your status, too!”
Richard laughed: “Ah, it’d be worth it”
“That… you can’t actually be serious about that, sir”
He threw the pen in the air to catch it again and point at him: “Ey, no ‘sir’ing in my presence. We’re all humans here. Mostly. When no one comes in to question my relationship choices”
“Well, boss then please tell me how this doomed relationship could be possibly worth it”
One deep breath later, he frowned at Ilvin: “You’re getting mighty personal here. BUT. You’re lucky. Because it makes me happy. To talk about her, that is. Or them. Maybe. Her right now, definitely. The relationship, too. But that’s probably not what you want to hear. So!”
A few seconds passed, Ilvin looked at the hands his boss had slapped on the table: “… yes?”
He relaxed back into his chair, hands hanging down the armchair: “Trinity… calms me. Her entire being does. I don’t lose focus when I’m around her” He closed his eyes, imagining her smile. “I can be around her and it’s… I don’t have to be on my toes”
Richard sighed: “I’m sure you are aware I’ll make sure won’t remember anything of this, yes?”
“Pretty sure, yeah”
“Good. Well, she doesn’t want my money. Sure, she takes it, but she’s almost angry about it. She mostly knows what I’m doing by now… and just doesn’t care. I make millions with all you people’s expertise, I’m the boss of a lot of employees. But we’re cuddling on the couch and eat chicken nuggets and it’s great. We squabble. About fish. Fish! She made me chicken soup when I was sick. There are potted plants on her roof. Potted plants, Ilvin! It’s no garden or anything. But there are fruits and we have salads and it’s good. I’m listening to Jane Austen when she reads it to me. We live entirely different lives. I can’t help her with hers and she can’t help me with mine and it’s nice to just be able to be there. Listen to the stupidness the other had to endure. Or tell them how wonderful a small thing was. Or try a homegrown tomato. Or invite her to a vacation or shopping spree. Just be there and be able to touch and kiss and cuddle and it’s not calculated in any way at all. And if we fear it is, or there is any other problem, it’s addressed and it’s fine. It’s just fine. I trust her. And I believe she trusts me as well”
He opened his eyes again to see a perplexed employee.
“… and the sex is pretty damn great, too,” because that was really an amazing part of this. Really.
Ilvin nodded in a wobbly, matter of fact way, not quite making eye contact.
“And… yeah… while I was… not quite serious in the beginning… and saw seducing her as more of a challenge, it… changed. So. Now you know. And you’ll forget all this and remember that I have a brilliant strategy of influencing the king of angels. Good?”
“Eh… good, yes”
“… do I have to make sure you remember that… or can you do that all on your own?”
“I think I can manage, s- Boss”
Richard threw him his amulet again: “Good. Now shoo. No more interventions, there is plotting to do!”
And he left.
And he plotted. Either some land or how to surprise Trinity, he wasn’t sure yet.
She rolled her eyes: “Come on” and patted her thighs.
With a slightly puzzled expression, he laid down on the couch and placed his head on her lap, looking up curiously: “Alright?”
“… you said you liked listening to me,” she said, eyes narrowed.
He chuckled: “And I stand by my word!”
The grin was one of the more adorable ones, without any mischief. She brushed a few stray hairs from his forehead, and he relaxed into a genuine smile. Ridiculous man.
“I wanted to read anyway. So, since you’re already here… it wouldn’t be a bother to read out loud,” even if it was a bit of a… strange idea. And he had been bu-
“Really?” He looked honestly delighted up to her, all wide blue eyes.
“Yes, but I pick the book,”
He nodded and closed his eyes, expectantly.
“Pride and Prejudice, by JaneAusten”
When she looked down again, he was still smiling. And made himself comfortable.
She put a hand on his forehead and brushed over it, likely easing a bit of headache. And started reading.
After a chapter, he turned to the side and she stopped reading.
“Nooooo, just a little mooore,” apparently, the attention was supposed to go to the side f his head now.
Page after page got turned and he listened to her, intently.
After three chapters, she closed the book and he said: “The Bennets really are… old timey people”
“It is only a 25 K introduction. And? Was it as enjoyable as you thought it was, listening to me talk?”
He turned again and kissed her belly, nuzzling there for a second: “Very, very much. I could listen to you for days”
“Reading Jane Austen?”
“Mmmmh? Why not, I really like your voice. It helps the book immensely. Calms me down, too” he snuggled closer, pulling her into a hug, shoving her shirt up to kiss the skin of her belly this time.
She lifted his chin: “… you going somewhere with this?”
“Only if you want to, I’m happy just to be here with you”
She tilted her head, petting his’ some more.
Truly a ridiculous man. But maybe a bit good as well.
Me: ‚Schedule got changed, can finally come visit for a spell. Love you’
Cinnamon Angel: ‘Don’t distract me too much’
A few minutes later followed:
Cinnamon Angel: ‘Looking forward to it. ♥U2’
Richard smiled at the phone. He appreciated the afterthought-messages. A lot. They were not necessary. But she wrote them anyway.
Only a few more hours of meetings and decisions and reviews of personnel files and then he can go back to her. Sometimes that’s literally all he wanted to do. But she valued diligence. And work ethic. So, staying in business it was…
…
When it was finally time to meet his ‘cinnamon angel’, it was four in the morning.
But, of course, the light was still on.
And he snug in as silent as possible. The wonderful thing is: she actually did not notice. For the first year, she noticed every single time, irritated and grumpy about being interrupted.
There was nothing he did different now, but she did not react to him coming in anymore. Maybe she subconsciously feels safe with him. It… was a nice thought.
Placing his shoes where they belong, hanging up his keys without a jingle and hanging up is jacket, he took care to be orderly, giving her some more time.
There was also tea to make. There was always time for tea. Just the way she liked it. Thankfully, he didn’t need to remember how long her tea needs to steep. She’d been tired of him asking all the time, so there was an hourglass for him. He turned it and put water in her usual cup.
On very silent feet, he walked into the living room and sat down on the other side of the table. And placed the tea down in a safe distance from her documents.
Because that’s what she was doing: Paperwork.
And Trinity was concentrated on it. Scribbling in legible writing in the margins.
Her hair was done up in a bun, only one strand falling out. Every few minutes, she pulled it back behind her ear. And tapped her pen against her lips. But did not ever bite on it. Only tapped while thinking.
It was something to cherish. Watching her work, all concentration. Her eyes flicked back and forth between the documents and her laptop. Double checking and sometimes making a checkmarks on things.
And all that in pyjamas. Admittedly (well and often personally tested) very soft pyjamas, but still in place and proper, covering her skin, buttoned up and everything.
It’s just how she was.
It was fascinating.
But he could not sit there forever. So he placed a sheet of paper on her ‘to do’-stack.
And enjoyed watching her work a little more. In her own little world. It was nice to imagine what would happen.
The concentration making way for irritated confusion, then the tiniest of smiles, happy to know he was there. Followed by something disgruntled. He didn’t know what it would be, but… he might be able to kiss her furrowed brows. With only a little bit of resistance.
Even though it did take a little longer before she got to the next piece of paper. Spreadsheets apparently a little bit in disarray. She bit her lower lip, chewing it to a slightly redder colour. He wanted to kiss it. Kiss her and wrap is arms around her, getting all the tension out and having her for himself. Her lips and hips and endless legs and lovely, soft hair and affection and attention and focus, all his.
But it wouldn’t be appreciated. She needed to give allowance. Needed to want to… and so he was patient. And watched the satisfied nod that happened after a job well done – a little more order in this case – and then watched her golden eyes flicker to the next point on her ‘to-do’-list.
It read: ‘Your boyfriend made you tea, it should be just about drinkable now’.
And indeed, her nose scrunched up slightly, one eyebrow raised. This was not one of hers.
The realisation of what was written there made her second eyebrow raise as well. Delicate arches.
Her eyes wandered to the tea, still steaming and the perfectly right colour, spoon next to it on the saucer. A small smile spread on her face, dimples still blooming. It was a small thing. Like a second text.
Then she abruptly looked up, narrowing her eyes at him: “How long did you sit there already?”
So, he could stand up, walk up and kiss her brow, gently and said: “Long enough to make this tea the perfect temperature.” He sat down next to her on the sofa, handing over the tea.
She still shot him a slightly dirty look, but raised the tea to her lips anyway. Because she was British. She closed her eyes and took a very slow sip. And I could see how it warmed her being and she enjoyed the taste thoroughly. A calm breath happened. In… out… relax. Her shoulders un-tensed and another smile spread on her face.
Very carefully, he scooted her a little back on the sofa. And let her lean back against his chest. Reluctantly, she let herself relax against him, sipping from her cup.
There were a few minutes of silence where he simply enjoyed her presence. And she hopefully his. Additional to the tea. He certainly got to run his fingers up and down her side – civilly, on her indeed very soft top.
When the cup was half-empty, he whispered: “Missed you,” and nuzzled his nose into her hair.
She pulled her legs up, planting her naked feet – the only almost improper thing about her - on the couch: “You did come somewhat unsche-,“ she sighed, “… I missed you, too”
After another smiley nuzzle, he said: “Everyone doing good work, mh? You trust them?”
She raised her shoulders: “I do, actually… but I still have to do the evaluations. And… only sometimes like to check over everything again”
“Your good right as a business owner… you just tend to overwork yourself. You remember when they started. I don’t want to find you sleeping on the table again, love”
The answer was a sip of tea and a wriggle to get more comfortable against him: “… then you have to be my pillow instead”
He chuckled: “Nothing I’d rather do. I was just in time, then?”
“Noooo, it’s not that bad, I could have gone a little longer”
“But you look mighty comfortable”
She smiled and looked up to him, head tilted back: “This is my sleeping-tea, you fiend”
“Ah, you can’t fault a guy for wanting to have his girlfriend for himself”
She kissed his cheek: “Mmmmh… let me finish my tea and tidy things up, then I might bow to your insidious plan”
He wrapped an arm around her waist, just breathing in her space. Life was good. Including insidious plans.
Nibbling her shoulders and making his fingers useful to her delight, it was almost too easy to pull her flush against him.
She smelled of him, undeniably. Sweat mingled with her more personal scent and his own messy addition. He could rarely get enough of it.
It was ridiculous how smitten he was with her. It hadn’t happened before. Not that badly.
An easy thought, though, when there were soft, impatient whispers and moans coming from the soft woman in front of him, pressing back into his groin. Moans growing more needy when he decided to bite down on a tensed muscle just right of her neck.
It almost pained him to remove himself from her. Condoms being a non-negotiable part of their moments together.
Worse today, again. She might often be grouching at him, but there was a lot of trust he simply… hadn’t expected.
She also whined when he had to leave her warmth, ripping the plastic and rolling down the rubber, until he could delve back into her.
No lubrication needed, no further preparation, he could slide back in and feel her contracting around him and it felt like heaven. Warmth and pressure and friction and gods.
He groaned into her ear, drowning her scandalised noise with another bite into her shoulder.
“You… feel so good,” he said, moving in her, every motion reassuring him this was real. She squeezed around him. An answer.
His hands cupped her breasts, permitting a squeeze of his own, entangled their legs and pulled her in his lap, making her sit down on him, massaging those magnificent boobs.
Is hips could still work, while he pulled her against him: “Just imagine one day… one day-ANGH”
He bucked his hips and she made a slightly questioning noise between breaths.
One hand slid down to her belly, pressing down: “One day those might be… filled up… all taught and ripe and filled”
The rhythm she had started to answer his stuttered: “…n-nh?”
The hand wandered in a circle on her flat stomach: “Maybe after we agreed, I might have gotten you all round and full… even tighter than now”
He pushed a little harder, changing the angle slightly, got in deeper, feeling her, making her jump a bit.
“You’d love it, all needy and… full already”, he shuddered, “Oh, and your breasts, taught and so sensitive,” he rolled one hard nipple between his fingers and with the other hand controlled her rhythm a little, synching it up, her legs shivered slightly.
“I’d fuck you whenever you wanted, give your full belly massages, fill you more whenever you wanted, it would be amazing, all mine. Stuffed and taut and fucked and asking for more and harder a-AH!”
She came. Around him, shivery legs and leaning a bit forward and squeezing him tight, sending his mind flowing over the edge once more, pressing, fingers digging into her hip, letting two moans filling the room, almost unbearable heat where they are joined together.
He still rode it out, held her there. Once, twice, a sigh escaping her, still spasming around him, hard.
It stopped eventually, breathing normalising for both of them.
And then she… got down, taking care of the rubber this time. And curled up against his side.
“I… suppose you did enjo-“
“Sh. Not a word”
He stared at her for a second before he kissed her head: “Good night, Trinity”
“Sleep, Dick,” she said, but kissed his throat before nestling against him again.
The few seconds of weightless, boundless bliss… passed.
Feeling came back to his body, from his legs, still in stuttering motion, to his arms, his hands releasing her hips, to his head, snapping back to reality, grounding him.
While he took care of the condom-business, his other hand caressed her back, watching her gasp and then utter a muffled: “Stawp-it!” She made a half-hearted attempt to shoo his hand away, missing him by a mile and then turning onto her side.
She jumped when he kissed the back of her neck, apparently it had been the wrong side. He chuckled: “… that good, mh?”
When he laid back down behind her and nuzzled his nose into the back of her neck, she said, almost grudgingly: “… you’ve got… deft fingers”
“Thank you, beautiful,” he chuckled and nipped the side of her neck, arms sneaking around her middle. The boundless bliss might have passed, but he could appreciate his life right now.
A soft, satisfied lady in his arms… and that really only for to him.
All long legs and bare feet – with proof she walks like that whenever possible – and slender fingers and broad shoulders and of course the loveliest of boobs. Always worth a squeeze.
“… enjoying yourself?” she said with a slight edge to her voice, but she did place her hand on his.
“Always,” he answered contently. She was soft and pliant in his hands in these moments. It was such a difference to meeting her usually.
The were both busy and needed to be in charge. Which was reassuring, she knew what she was doing. Sometimes he guessed she wasn’t sure of his own ability to know that much, but she still trusts him, in the end.
“Richard, do you even notice what you are doing anymore?”
He didn’t stop squeezing. Now deliberately didn’t, either.
“I got your permission for today… and no take backsies yet, so~” His hand wandered downwards, too, “You know I can’t get enough of you, my lovely Trinity”
He even liked her name, lords forbid, it was like a terrible romance novel, “So, must I keep my hands off of you now?” Thinking of it, his attempt at pitiful might have been believable.
After a second of silence, in which she certainly side-eyed him out of his vision, she moved slightly into his hands: “… well, if you are that needy”
“…mmmmh, definitely,” he purred, listening to her soft sighs when he slipped a finger into her without any resistance.
