Dead of Night | Bélanger Residence

Bonnie paused in her motion, opting to sit on the man's boxer clad lap rather than continue through the window. Being the klepto she was, she'd switched out her clothes, and was now dressed in only in one of his button up shirts and her tiny, black, lace underwear. Cocking her head to the side, she leaned forward, blond hair falling loosely around her face as she examined his sleeping expression. It was almost cruel to rob him so thoroughly while he was asleep...

She pressed her lips against his, leading a hot, steamy, lingering kiss that was sure to wake him... or at least a certain part of him. Her fingers traced up over his shoulders, moving up his arms to where they were bound to the headboard with silk scarves. She didn't have to look to know that his legs were bound much of the same way.

Her lips left his after a moment, trailing up his jawline to his ear, tugging at his earlobe with her teeth.

"Miss me, Roul?" She murmured, her American accent easily recognizable.

Now, Roul must admit he wasn't unfamiliar to waking up with an attaractive girl at top of him.

In fact, if he had been asked, he'd probably say that "By kiss" would be his favourite way to awake. And of course, as with anything of this, the steamier the better, of course.

However...

He in this case...

Well honestly.... he still enjoyed it.

Right up until he tried to move his arms.

He swore softly in french under his breath, before allowing his eyes, to wander back up to the girl, resuming their usual cocky glint. Even tied to his bed, undoubtfully losing he couldn't ignore the fact...

Well, there was a girl on his lap.

"Bonnie, mon amour," he greated smoothly. "But of course I have thought of nothing but you."

Bonnie sat up fully, placing her hands on his bare chest and moving her hips purposefully against him. The moonlight shone through the window, illuminating her golden hair and showing what she was - or rather wasn't wearing under his shirt.

"That's not what you told that guard when you stole the Mona Lisa." She purred. "Or rather, the copy of the Mona Lisa I left just for you." Lightly, she traced a finger down his jaw, leaning forward to attack the crook of his neck with her mouth. "You know..." She murmured into his skin. "You were just... moving so slow... I had to take the opportunity..." She moved her lips to above his, meeting his eyes, her bright blue eyes sparkling with chagrin.

Roul, hung his head back a smirk on his face, as he let out a half surpressed groan. Did she really half to do... that right now. It was really not helping his brain. He was sure he was not feeling the proper emotion for this situation.

"Nice shirt," he muttered, his eyes taking it in hungerly, "Looks better on me of course, but... you know, I'm sure it looks better off you, than it ever did on me."

The man gritted his teeth to keep from groaning again.

"Well if you're all about taking opportuinities," he intoned huskily, raising an eyebrow suggestively.

Bonnie smirked slightly at both groans, moving her hips more purposefully. Placing a kiss against his collarbone, she glanced up at him again, lifting her lips above his again. "Nice try." She whispered. "But I really like the cuff links." She held up her hands for a second, cuff links glistening in the moonlight, before returning them to their former occupation beneath his waist. Bringing their noses side by side as she watched him.

Her eyes sparkled with something, mischief, mistrust, or maybe a bit of predetermined misbehavior. "Opportunity." She purred. "Is not planned." Her lips parted, and she nuzzled her nose against his, bringing their lips closer, then further away. "Don't know if I'll take this one, personally..."

"Oui, my first steal," he drawled slowly looking at the links in the light, although appearing other wise, his brain not moving away from... well her, "It would be a shame to-"

His words died again with a start, a groan starting deep in the back of his throat, his mind become hyper focused on just...

"Mon Dieu," he growled roughly, never breaking eye contact as he faught rather roughly against the bonds, moving forward as far as they'd let him, digging into his flesh.

"I," he breathed, "was right about you, you're no Chaton, much more a petite friponne."

He smirked slightly, eyes still bright with...

"You planned to steal, mon amour," he pulled against the restraints again. "The rest...?"

Bonnie kept the distance between their lips as he moved toward her, easily continueing her hips movements. "Shhh..." She soothed. "It'll all be fine soon..."

She smirked, before slipping into flawless french, her accent not even noticable. "Les chatons peuvent être fringants..." She murmured silkily. She glanced at his bound hands, her fingers running through his hair in one hand while the other tightened its hold savagely. "Besides..." She breathed, moving her hips again. "I know I have less than two minutes before you slip out of your bonds. I don't plan to stick around for when your free."

She pressed a kiss against his lips, letting it intensify and linger. "You know..." She murmured, lips brushing against his with every word. "You should really get a new safe... all the cool kids have more than twenty digits. Took me only five minutes... I was disappointed." Her hand tightened again. "I don't like being disappointed..."

She pouted slightly, meeting his lips again, briefly before getting up and off him, flipping easily and slipping out the window. She stood there for a moment illuminated by moonlight before a tearing sound could be heard. She dropped the cuffs of his shirt into the bag before unbuttoning the shirt and letting it fall. She glanced over her shoulder at him, winking before grabbing the bag and stepping off the end of the roof.

The crack of apparation filled the air before she hit the ground.

The man let out a growl as the girl pulled away; how did her tormenting him so just make her all the more..."

The scarves reached the end of their pull and he fliched slightly, but refused to let them take him back. She was right about one thing, just a few more tugs and-

He let out a laugh that was so mingled with another groan, that he just...

One arm broke free, and he swung after her but she had already moved too fast for him too.

He eyed her hungrily as she stepped out into the moonlight, scrambling to get the rest of his limbs free, diving out of the window just as she dissappeared with a tiny pop.

He let out a groan as he picked up his shirt, smirking a little as he looked out a the empty night.

"Bonne Huit, Mon Amour."