Her way of looking at him as if he were somehow familiar and foreign at the same time. The way she always seemed to trust what he told her. The way he... hip accidentally touched him when she stood behind his desk. The way she asked questions that begged particular answers. “How come?” she asked, half looking at him. “Just happens that way sometimes,” he evaded. Nikki started raking her fingers back and forth along his thighs. He could feel the hint of her long nails through the fabric of his. She looked down and noticed. Stopped. She bit her lip. Crossed her legs. I could see her squirming. Belatedly, I realized she was as turned on as I was. "Could you talk me through that again? More slowly?"She pulled off her turtleneck in one quick motion, revealing her pale chest and plain, practical bra. It was black – her bra that is – just like her shirt. I tried not to gape. Mostly I failed."Um?" was about all I could manage."I want to get over this. Can you help me through it?"I nodded.. I licked her like that several more times. Then I shoved my tongue as deep into her love hole as I could get it, sucking up her juices. When I got to her clit she couldn’t stay still. My tongue drove her crazy but when I started to gently run my teeth over her sensitive clitoris she cried out that she was dying. It was an orgasm but apparently she had never experienced one before. She didn’t even masturbate. I couldn’t leave her like that, so I gave her several more orgasms with the last one. I had good, lithe muscle but my gift was speed, something that didn’t come easily when distracted by a chorus of voices in your head. ‘You must always play to your strengths and be aware of your opponents’ weaknesses.’ That made me snort. ‘Boy, I have fought in almost every major war, I have been a mercenary and a killer more times than I can count, a professional fighter in most of my lives. Tell me something I can use in this tournament we’ve been forced into.’ Standing, he spread his arms.