Operation Honey Trap vs The Emperor of the Apocalypse-Chapter 114: Basic Instinct [R18]

[WARNING: ADULT CONTENT]

"I can’t remember everything you’ve ever said to me. Something about wanting me to learn shame from the Old Testament?"

"Not that bit. Remember the bit about not being naked in front of me unless you want me to ravish you?"

"Vaguely, but that sounds like a you problem, not a me problem," she continued to frolic under the rainwater like a nymph, adding to the sultry picture by rubbing rose petals all over her skin.

"It will be a bloody ’you’ problem in a minute," he muttered to himself.

Why was it that every time he planned to have a lovely dinner date with her like a normal couple, she stripped off her clothes and drove him to the heights of lust before they could sit down to their meal?

It didn’t seem like a lot to ask from her to let him be a nice, civilized dinner date instead of a caveman with a one-track mind pounding like a bongo drum.

"Don’t get me wrong Delphi, I love your body and I’m actually very happy to gaze at you naked for as long as you’ll let me, it’s just that your timing is always off..."

She stared at him curiously. "There’s a right and a wrong time to be naked?"

"Yes," he said definitively. "It goes like this, in this order; pleasant conversation, a few drinks, dinner, more pleasant conversation, a few more drinks, bed, get naked. That’s the order!"

"But I’m not offering bed and get naked," she pointed out.

"I understand that, and that’s part of the problem. You’re confusing my brain which tells me you’re offering naked in bed, before dinner. Which I won’t say no to by the way, if it’s on offer?"

"It’s not," she said flatly. "I do remember that you said you’re more of a flowers and dinner kind of guy."

"Oh you conveniently remember that do you? Well it’s true. I am. You just haven’t given me a chance to prove it to you. If you could finish up with trickling water over your breasts for a minute and put some clothes on, I have prepared a dinner date, attempt number two."

"Why do you sound so angry when you’re inviting me on a dinner date?"

"Oh I don’t know," he grumbled, turning away from the peep show with some difficulty and heading back to the date night table he had prepared. "Maybe because you’re giving me a massive case of blue balls," he growled under his breath.

Delphi came back onto the veranda looking fresh and lovely, to find a dinner of crispy roast pork, a beautiful vase of hot pink roses, two glasses of wine, and even a candle he had managed to rustle up.

She gave him a very beautiful smile, which melted away his bad mood like fire on snow.

He grinned back at her, taking her by the hand and pulling her chair out for her before solicitously seating her.

She smelled as beautiful as she looked with whatever magic she had performed with those lucky rose petals.

She crossed her legs, and his male eyes were magnetically pulled to a short but graphic flash of her honeypot through the leg of her black army shorts, and then up to her nipples, which the candlelight now lit perfectly, outlined as they were by her too-small-in-the-chest army t-shirt.

Bad mood back... Just the snow. No fire to melt it...

"I was going to say, how do you manage to look so lovely even in your army training gear? But I fear you’ve forgotten a key part of your uniform when you were getting dressed, Delphine?"

"I’m sure I don’t look lovely; I probably just look clean," she looked down at her t-shirt, shorts and runners. "Which part of my uniform is missing? It’s dark. I don’t need a cap."

Alton cleared his throat. "I think it goes without saying that panties and a bra are part of the daily uniform."

She looked affronted. "I’ve washed them and left them to dry so I can be clean tomorrow."

He took a big swig of the Rutherglen muscat he’d found in the cellar, swirling it around in his mouth. It seemed he was wasting his breath. She was determined to destroy his plans for a soft, romantic, candlelit dinner.

He put his chin on his hand and gave her a very different stare, the one he knew she recognised as lust, because she’d accurately picked it before. It chased away his previously tender gaze like a devil chasing out an angel.

"What’s that look for?" she crossed her arms over her large bosoms protectively, pouting at him.

"Oh, I don’t know, maybe it’s because you did a naked striptease, with water and roses for good measure, then full frontal flashed your kitty at me. I’m doing my best here Delphine, but you’re making it very hard for me. And I do mean that literally..."

She had the good grace to blush. "Sorry Alton. It’s been so long that I’ve lived and trained with the girls, we’re just missing that thing you’re looking for."

"Is it called modesty?"

"Yes."

"I can learn to live with that quite happily, it just gives me heartburn thinking of you around other men. You do understand panties and bra are essential, even when you come to trust men other than me?"

She looked at him like he was a dolt. "Of course. I just don’t bother with you because you’ve already seen everything there is to see."

That settled his nerves somewhat. "Fair enough then. Here’s to us," he raised his wine glass to her.

Delphi clinked her glass to his and took a sip.

"Ooh, that’s delicious. Even nicer than the one at the silo." She cut into her pork. "This is delicious too Alton, thank you," she said sincerely. "Now we really are playing make believe. We’re like a married couple having our evening meal on the farmhouse veranda."

Okay, fire melted snow again; he was more than happy with that statement.

He wondered if this girl understood the power, she held over his moods... She was artless, so probably not, he reflected.

"Well, you know what married couples get up to at bedtime. I’m happy to continue playing make believe if you’re interested in the immersive marriage experience?"