Vanessa & Lex | Tuesday Morning

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Vanessa wakes Lex up in one of the more inconvenient manners she can think of.

Creeping up to the couch silently on all fours, Vanessa popped her head up over the arm. Lex was sleeping, having passed out the night before. She hadn't wanted to wake him then so she'd just slid off the couch and went off to bed. She had figured he'd wake up at some point and join her there but he never had. So here she was in nothing but one of his shirts that lived at her place and a pair of panties peering over the couch arm at him. And then there was the gun in her hand. It was small, plastic and filled with very cold water. In fact, she'd stuck it in the freezer for a bit to make sure it had the right chill.

Making sure he wasn't stirring, Vanessa pulled the neck of his shirt out and squirted ice cold water down Lex's chest.

"Holy shit!" Lex yelped, as the cold water raced down his chest and onto his boxers. The sudden tensing caused him to bounce into the air, where he promptly turned and saw a grinning blue face hovering over the arm of the couch. As he fell to the ground he couldn't help but reach out for her. There wasn't time. He slammed into the floor with a grunt, and lay there, trying to think of a witty response that might allow him to save face. He couldn't come up with anything.

The grinning continued unabashedly. "Morning, sunshine. Sleep well?" Vanessa poised the water gun for another shot in case she felt it was necessary. Or, you know, fun. Who needed necessity when you had the fun of the reaction? After all, he had just jumped and fallen on the floor. That took talent, really.

He rolled to his back and sat up, turning his shoulders just enough to have her see the streak down his front. "I had been sleeping quite well, up until a few moments ago." In his mind he was hatching a plan on how to get her back, trying to maintain a look of poised indifference while he thought. If he let a smirk out now she would know that he was planning something and all hell would break loose. Thinking about it, he realized that had its own appeal. "You do know how to treat your guests."

"I try to be a very considerate host," she told him with a casual air. Her squirt gun, however, was still pointed at him even if it wasn't aimed properly. She knew if she'd been woken up in such a manner she'd be out for vengeance, albeit not necessarily of the swift variety. "I'm glad you slept well, though. I only slept alright. My bed had this cold spot I couldn't seem to warm up. It was horribly distracting but there's only so much of me, after all." Vanessa sighed with more drama than necessary, chest heaving with the motion.

Lex cocked his head to the side, cold spot? He looked at her alluring features and then at the couch. Wait, he wondered, how the hell did I end up sleeping on the couch? Moving up to his knees he turned to her with a sheepish grin, arms raised in surrender. "Well, miss, it looks like you've got the drop on me. I surrender." Even as he spoke he was calculating how he could get the gun out of her hands to chase her around the place. He'd start with warfare and end with making her a wonderful breakfast, that might just make up for being insensitive.

His surrender brought a mischievous grin to Vanessa's face. "Surrender, do you? Alright then, laddie, up with you and back that-a-way five paces." Her squirt gun wiggled in the direction of the wall behind Lex to indicate in which direction his paces were to go. "And then strip. Got to make sure you're not trying to smuggle any weapons past me, aye?" Her accent had taken on a near comical Irish brogue. It was the sort of accent Thom spoke with when he was absolutely bladdered.

Going from one knee to both feet slowly he watched for any opportunity to strike. In order to make his ruse work he would have to be very quick and very convincing. "Only one," he whispered, feigning sheepishness, and then took a half step back. With his left foot set he was ready to spring at her. "It's built for maximum penetration."

Before he'd finished his words he sprang forward and reached for the gun. He didn't want to hurt her, and knew that he wouldn't, mainly because she could probably kick his ass in a straight up fight. His big hands wrapped around hers and forced the gun away from pointing at him. "I'll show you just how it works," he said with a faux cackle.

By the time Vanessa noticed his forward trajectory she didn't have much time to get out of his way. She rolled to the side but had only gotten a quarter of a turn before his hands were disabling hers. Not one to give up easily, though, she started trying to wiggle her way out of his grip. While Vanessa was certainly not out to hurt him, there were still shoulders, elbows and knees at her disposal. And she intended to use them.

"If you really wanted to give me a demonstration, my dear cartoon villain, you would've stripped off like I told you to."

"I think I can manage to lose them while I teach you a lesson." His voice was warm and inviting, even as his eyes flickered with desire.
"Watch this." Twisting his hips he brought her towards him, trying to further immobilize her before she could retaliate against him. He brought her hands up above her head and attempted to steal a kiss.

Vanessa dodged the kiss, her teeth instead nipping lightly at his neck. "Promises, promises." Wiggling out of his grip wasn't working, so Vanessa instead drew even closer to him and hitched a leg up over his hip. The motion brought certain parts of them very and she intended to use that as a distraction to get her weapon back in use.

Sweat appeared on Lex's brow as he tried to keep himself focused on holding off Vee's attack. She was being very persuasive, and he clenched his teeth to diminish the pleasure. "That. Is. Not. Fair." There was no way to win the battle in the long run, he would have to come up with another way quickly or she would gain the upper hand. With nothing coming to him, he decided to use his strength to force the issue, lifting her off the ground and pushing her towards the wall.

Once she was in the air her other leg wrapped itself securely around his waist. If Lex wanted to pick her up then Vanessa was still going to find a way to use it to her advantage. Her grip on the squirt gun remained and she was sure she'd have it wrested from his grasp soon. Putting her against the wall, though, that was a mistake. The wall gave her leverage to push her shoulders back into it for stability as she rocked her hips more firmly against her boyfriend. She wore a wicked, all too pleased smile on her face.

His composure was slipping. The motion and the pleasant sensations washing over him were causing him to lose the will to fight, and he knew that's what she wanted. When his hand slipped from the gun, and his left foot slipped on the hardwood floor he knew he was beaten. Even so, he refused to give up. As they fell towards the floor, Lex drove out with his stable leg. The wall acted like a spring board and he was able to throw them both towards the couch. He only hoped she had enough sense not to let go.

On instinct Vanessa's legs unwound from his waist. She wasn't really sure she wanted to fall on top of him, though. The floor would hurt but at least it was flat. Lex, on the other hand, had bony bits to jab her. Either way, she didn't end up with much of a choice because by time she let go of him they were just a moment from impact anyhow.

His hands tightened around her as she started to drift away. There were too many things she could crash into and seriously injure herself if they separated. "Trust me," he whispered as he tried to pull her back to his chest. "I've got you."

The pair collided with the floor hard, Vanessa barely taking any of the impact because she was nearly entirely on top of Lex. It took a moment for her to catch her mental balance again. Then her little squirt gun was up and pointed at the tip of his nose. "You suck in battle, soldier boy."

Lex was glad that Vee had landed on top of him, he would have been pissed at himself if she'd gotten injured because of his foolish arrogance. Then he realized the position he put himself in and put both of his hands in the air. "Alright, I surrender. You are obviously better equipped for this type of engagement than I am."

The gun remained pointed at Lex while Vanessa got herself sitting upright, knees on the floor to either side of Lex's hips. "Mister Lexington, you're now a prisoner of war. Surrender just isn't an option any more. Now, if you cooperate your imprisonment need not be unbearable. However, shoulder you choose not to comply with your jailer..." A finger hooked into the waistband of his pants and his boxers, pulled the material away from his body and she shot cold water down along his skin. With a raised eyebrow she asked, "Are our terms understood?"

"Yeow." He yelped as the cold water made his hair stand on end. Lex was shocked at how much a little cold water could do to make him alert to all the other parts of his body, especially the warmth of flesh on flesh. "Of course, mistress jailer."

Vanessa happily wiggled a bit where she straddled him. "Aye, that's a lad." The Irish in her accent thickened with that and she gave him a wink before leaning down to kiss him. "I love a compliant prisoner. Now. Why are you still wearing clothes?" She grinned down at him.