Pierre / Del - Getting together - NC-17

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Pierre was up and getting ready (in his own bathroom!) the minute Deirdre told him Del had invited him over. As always, any momentary distraction from the various plights of his friends was good, and Del was just brilliant at taking his mind off things and generally having fun. Besides, he had missed her these last couple of days.



Even though he had no idea what they would be getting up to, he applied some subtle black eyeliner - just enough to accentuate his brown eyes. His hair pretty much took care of itself, but he brushed it anyway. It paid to be safe, after all.

Tight black PVC pants and a more loosely-fitting, shiny black shirt later, he was ready to head out. "I am going to see Delilah now!" he called to Deirdre, and headed out the door.

A sudden thought occurred to him. Best to let Del know he had accepted her offer. He texted her as he walked: On my way over if you still want me. Miss you! Pierre.

One of the great things about London was that the public transport, at least in this area, ran pretty much constantly and had convenient stops everywhere he could possibly want to go. Not that Pierre would be taking public transport a second longer than he had to. He was too much of a car nut. Then again, Del's motorbike was pretty cool... maybe he ought to invest in one himself.

About halfway to Del's house, the bus passed by a florist that was still open. Pierre couldn't help himself. At the next stop, he got off the bus and made his way back to the florist. It was a pretty ordinary selection, but there was one bouquet that caught his eye... a bunch of dark purple, almost black roses. Del would be sure to like them... he hoped.

He paid the shopkeeper, noted that he really ought to get a job sometime soon, and headed back to the bus...

These thoughts occupied him pretty much the entire way to Del's. Job = motorbike or something similar. More importantly, job = food. Not that Deirdre would ever let him go hungry, but still...

As he stepped off the bus, there was a spring in his step at the knowledge that Del's embrace was mere moments away. He knocked on the door and hid the flowers behind his back, his usual friendly grin upon his face...

The door was answered by a soft looking older brunette in an apron. "Yes?" Clare asked, trying not to look to boy at the door up and down too much. What was he wearing? And was that eyeliner?

Pierre only faltered for a moment before the winning smile returned to his face. But what to call the woman, though...?

"Good evening, madame," he settled. Hopefully she didn't find French offensive! "I am Pierre Beaudreaux, a friend of Delilah's. I was hoping to visit her."

He offered a slight bow as he introduced himself, then extended a hand. "It is a pleasure to meet you!"

"A friend of Delilah's?" she asked and realised as soon as he said it that she should have known. "Well, come-"

"Pierre!" A very sugar high Delilah bounced into the room and attached herself to his arm, ignoring the dissaproving look her aunt was giving her. She smiled at Clare sweetly. "Aunt Clare, this is Jesus. He's come to show me the one true way." She didn't let Clare get any words in and pulled Pierre's arm. "Come on. Come covert me from heathenism!" She practically bounced toward the bedroom, Clare shaking her head as the two of them went up the stairs.

"Ah, I introduced myself incorrectly. I am a Jew, not a Frenchman!" he laughed as Delilah all but carried him up the stairs.

As soon as they were safely within the confines of her room, Pierre produced the bouquet of flowers that through his dexterity and the force of Del's excitement, he had managed to keep hidden from view behind his back. With a sweeping bow, he offered them to the beautiful girl before him.

"The Messiah brings flowers," he grinned.

She purred and took the flowers. "How romantic, Pierre. They're very pretty." She had a wicked smile on her face. "Very dark." She pushed the bedroom door closed behind them and put the flowers down next to her computer.

By now her room was just the way she liked it: She'd covered the walls and roof in black cloth with all various metal band posters pinned around. The black material gave the feeling of some sort of engulfing dark canopy. Espeically since she was so fond of living by candlelight.

She turned back to Pierre once she'd put the flowers down. "Now," she spoke outloud to herself. "Where was I? Oh, that's right, I was about to jump you." She didn't give the poor boy a chance to even think before wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him deeply, pressing her body against his.

Pierre wrapped his arms around Del in response, kissing her back as deeply as she kissed him. He had not expected the magic of the flowers to work quite this well, but he certainly wasn't complaining. Sometimes, the traditional ways were best...

One hand still holding her close, he raised the other to run it through her hair, gently stroking it, enjoying its softness. His tongue and Delilah's chased each other about, filled with passion. God, how he had been needing this!

He grinned and whispered something in French as their lips eventually parted. Then, in English, "It must be the eyeliner..."

"I think it's the Pierre," she whispered, kissing her way up his throat slowly. "You're very sexy." Her hands were creeping under his shirt and running across bare skin.

Delilah's hands on his flesh were all the encouragement he needed. His hands slid under her clothing too, exploring her magnificent body. "And you are simply gorgeous," he purred into her ear.

He licked her neck slowly before expertly removing her top. It may have been a while, but he was still on top of the game. "Mmm... that is even better..."

She liked the feeling of his hands running across her skin and peircings. She loved everyone of them even more when someone was touching her. They really did make every feeling better. She pulled off the last of her top by herself to make sure it didn't catch on her back corsetting and then she smiled devilishly at him, as she unbuttoned his shirt. "How do you want me?" she asked, dark eyes slipping up to meet his from under her lashes and biting her lip suggestivly. She was well aware that she was pulling out all the stops tonight when it came to seduction.

Pierre flicked his shoulders back in order to shrug off his shirt as Del unbuttoned it. It slid off him easily, material as smooth as silk. Under the shirt, his body was hard and muscular, but still slender. He was always naturally skinny, and it was through the intense physical conditioning of his martial arts that he was as built as he was. He knew quite well that his body stood him in good stead with the ladies, though, and was more than happy for Del to see as much as she liked.

"I want you... in ecstasy," he smiled, slowly reaching around to undo her bra and letting it fall away. His fingers encountered the corsetting in her back on the way, a strange new feeling. He quite liked it... he would have to examine it more closely later. For now, he pressed against her until she fell beneath him on the bed, and he was able to circle her nipple with his tongue. "I want to pleasure you as only the French can."

A soft laugh broke from her lips. "Way to convince a girl," she told him and then hissed her breath back through her teeth at the feeling of his tongue.

Pierre couldn't help feeling a definite ego inflation as Del made a sound of pleasure and desire. Well, he certainly wasn't finished with his tongue by a long shot. Gently running his hands all over her body, he slowly took Del's nipple between his lips, his tongue playing with the metal that pierced it. It was fun playing with it until the metal became warm, flicking his tongue over it, over and over again...

Slowly, he moved his kisses lower, across her belly, giving every inch of her body close attention. It had been so long... ever since moving from France, he had only done this with Renee, and then only once. He wanted to savour every moment of this. And for his pride, it was even more important that Del feel the same pleasure as he...

He stopped as he reached her belt, looking up at her as if in quandary. "Oh no," he purred. "Whatever shall I do?" He raised his eyebrow at her, a playful smile on his lips.

She had been enjoying his touch rather alot and when he stopped she smirked at him. "Oh Pierre, if the belt is such a problem we'll have to stop!" She sat up straight and pressed herself into him, kissing him hard and biting his lip. She pulled him and moved him backwards, pressing him against the well behind her bed, and trailing her tongue down his bare chest, teeth occasionally nipping at him.

Pierre held Delilah close as she cornered him against the wall, her tongue working its magic on his chest. He couldn't help himself. He reached down and deftly undid her belt, though there wasn't much else he could do about it from this position. He slid out from her grasp to lie beneath her, then pulled her down on top of him and kissed her breasts hard, leaving quite the lovely hickey.

His hands wandered into her pants and slid them off her shapely legs as he grinned up at her. "No problems here... although I seem to be oddly clothed..." he mused, looking down at his own PVC pants.

"Well, we can't have that, now can we?" She grinned a predatory grin and shifted off of him to undo his pants and then pull them off slowly, fingers trailing along the insides of his thighs.

When she was done she moved again, crawling up the bed and straddling him, pressing her breasts into his chest while she kissed him, tangling her fingers in his hair.

"Mmmm..." Pierre moaned into the kiss. He was getting beyond words now. Del's fingers on his thighs had seen to that. He could feel himself pressing against Del's legs, but he wanted to give her something else first...

He lifted her easily and rolled over to position himself on top of her once more, his hands stroking her silky thighs. Right now, she seemed just... perfect. If he didn't move now, he wouldn't be able to hold himself back...

With a suggestive smile, he moved further down the bed and slowly licked the inside Del's thigh, his tongue travelling torturously slowly over her quivering leg...

A small unconcious sound escaped Delilah's lips and her back arched. She curled her fingers into the bedding underneath her while Pierre moved horribly slowly over her.

Pierre was driving Delilah wild, and she was doing the same for him. The small sounds she made as he licked her thighs were making him even harder. He just couldn't resist the luscious beauty before him...

He slid the girl's panties off, leaving her completely naked before him... unless you counted metal, of course. Not missing a beat, he slowly trailed his tongue in circles around the cleft between her legs, ever so close to where he knew she wanted him to be...

He was teasing her terribly and she loved it. With a smile and a small pant she bit down on her lip at the feeling of his tongue. She couldn't believe she'd taken this long to get him into bed. The though that maybe he skills were dying was abruptly cut off when his tongue swept over just the right spot and she moaned softly, eyes falling shut.

Pierre pressed his tongue against her harder as she moaned, moving it about rapidly at first, then slowly, then faster again, never letting his movements get predictable. He gripped Del's thighs hard, feeling them quiver in his hands. Every now and then he caressed her nipples just to spice things up, the piercings fun to play with while he pleasured her with his tongue...