Ride the Pony - for @prodigalmess

[youngestrose]

Margaery sits back on the settee and surveys their bedroom while she waits for Malcolm to finish doing whatever it is he's doing to prepare for this. He's pushed all of the other furniture (except for the beds) back against the wall to create enough space in front of her. She's not entirely sure what to expect, other than a struggle not to laugh. She wouldn't want to do anything to bruise his ego, even if the entire concept of him performing a striptease for her feels improbable.

"I still can't believe you wanted to do this," she calls toward the walk-in closet that he disappeared into after settling her in her seat. 

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[prodigalmess]

Never let it be said that Malcolm half-asses anything, even something as ridiculous as a striptease for his girlfriend. Part of the reason he's so thorough, at least in this case, is because he loves her and wants to give her something that she'll enjoy. He can be a sport if she's the only person who's going to see him potentially embarrass himself.

He did some meticulous research, including watching a few videos on YouTube. God help him if anyone checks the history on his laptop. After acquiring a costume and some music, he feels that he's ready.

"I hope you like it," he calls out to her before getting fully into character. Malcolm comes out of the closet wearing his costume and saunters over to Margaery.

"Excuse me, ma'am," Malcolm says. "I heard there was a disturbance out here. Are you the one who called?"

[youngestrose]

Her first thought is that she should have guessed what outfit he would be wearing. She has to suck in her cheeks to stop herself from laughing - not because he looks ridiculous, but because he looks so quintessentially cliche. If he had the right mustache he could be a member of the Village People.

Having never been in a strip club or bawdy bachelorette party, she's not sure how she's supposed to play along. She pulls herself together enough to nod in the affirmative.

"I heard a terrible crashing noise and thought someone might be trying to break in." She bats her eyelashes innocently.

"Are you here to protect me?"

[prodigalmess]

Honestly, Malcolm might start laughing too if she does. That might ruin the mood though. He's trying his best. His only experience with anything like this is the videos he watched online.

"I am." Malcolm tips his cap. Even though he's not really dressed like it, his persona is more old-timey cop, since he's way more familiar with that. "I checked your perimeter and there doesn't seem to be anyone in the vicinity of your house. You're safe. I'd never let anybody harm someone as beautiful as you."

[youngestrose]

He is not making it easy to keep a lid on her laughter. And yet, his little compliment makes her heart skip a beat and her lips break into a smile.

"I am very vulnerable here all by myself." She reaches up to tug on his tie. "Maybe you should stay." This whole scenario is quickly heading into some sort of bad pornography situation, rather than a strip tease. She really wishes she knew what he wanted her to say.

[prodigalmess]

It kind of does, but he's trying his best. And without a script, he's semi-winging it here. Somehow he'll manage to circle this back around to him doing a striptease for her.

"I think that's a good idea," he replies with a smile as she tugs him in closer. "My uniform is kind of uncomfortable though. Do you mind if I change out of it?"

[youngestrose]

She shakes her head and her smile grows wider as she lets go of his tie and sits back. She finally has the perfect thing to say.

"I don't mind at all, so long as I get to watch."

[prodigalmess]

Malcolm grins back at her. "Oh? Do you like to watch?" He pulls his cell phone out of his shirt pocket. "I guess I better put on a good show, then."

Malcolm unlocks his phone and opens his music app. He takes a deep breath. Here goes nothing. Malcolm pushes play and Ginuwine's "Pony" starts to sound through the room.

After putting the phone down on the coffee table, Malcolm backs up so that he can start his routine. Even though he practiced, he's still a bit nervous. Five years of ballet does not equal the ability to be an exotic dancer.

His hips sway as he takes off his hat and tosses it at Margaery.

[youngestrose]

She catches the hat, grateful that he's thrown it to her, because now she can use it to hide the ridiculous grin that she can't keep off her face any longer. It's obvious why this song is used for this type of dancing so much - the beat is low and slow and easy to keep time with, and Malcolm is doing a very good job so far. She shouldn't be surprised, but part of her had expected him to abandon the endeavor before really getting started.

His dance training becomes more evident as he goes along and gains some confidence. She puts his hat on her head and claps, giving a little whoop. She most surprised to find that she is quite a bit turned on, maybe because she knows exactly what he can do with those hip thrusts. She waits until he's looking in her direction to pull out one of the dollar bills she's hidden behind her back and wave it at him. That's how it works, right?

[prodigalmess]

When she pulls out the dollar bill, Malcolm finally cracks. He laughs, his cheeks turning red. Fortunately, he's feeling good about her response to his routine, so he's still confident and not planning to stop any time soon.

The shirt is the first to come off, releasing each of the snaps one by one as he dances closer to Margaery. Malcolm leans in, letting her touch him if she wants to before the shirt hits the floor and he dances backwards again.

[youngestrose]

She laughs along with him, the blush in his cheeks the perfect complement to the evening. It reassures her that he does feel as awkward as she does. She watches with delight as he unbuttons his shirt, and just as it's hitting the floor and she's tucking the dollar bill into his waistband, she notices something different.

"Did you... shave your chest?" He's even more dedicated than she thought. She loves his natural hairy chest, but there's something about seeing him clean-shaven that's appealing. Somehow he looks more cut, his pecs a little bigger and abs more defined.

"I like it."

[prodigalmess]

"Uh, yeah," he says with a slightly embarrassed laugh. Malcolm's glad she noticed though - and that she likes it.

It's a good thing that the dollar she just shoved into his pants happened to go into his underwear too. Malcolm dances back from her and with a firm tug, pulls the pants from his body. They snapped up the sides, for easy removal. He's left in some black underwear that he'd be way more embarrassed to wear in front of anyone but Margaery.

Moving closer to Margaery, he rocks his hips to the beat, pushing his crotch towards her face.

I should not have clicked on that link with a mouthful of coffee.

[youngestrose]

The quick removal of his pants takes her by surprise and she yelps as her eyes grow wide. My God. Where have those underwear been all of their relationship? She whoops and distractedly reaches for another dollar, grinning and laughing the whole time. She went into this with no expectations. Even if she had, they would have been far exceeded by now.

"Should we invest in a stripper pole?" she asks over the music.

:P

[prodigalmess]

Malcolm laughs and shakes his head, blushing in spite of the fact that he's nearly naked and dancing in front of her.

"I'm not made for pole dancing," he replies. "It's harder than it looks."

It seems like she's loving this, which makes Malcolm happy. It makes him feel more confident too. He turns around so that she can get a good look at his backside. She's also welcome to touch if she wants to.

[youngestrose]

She laughs, fully aware that he is right. One of her friends dragged her to a pole dancing fitness class once. She learned nothing except that she was not nearly as fit as she thought she was. And her abs had ached for days afterwards.

She's pretty sure that in real strip clubs, touching is strictly forbidden. But this is their bedroom, not a club, and his ass looks positively squeezable in those tiny underwear. She reaches out with both hands and pulls him closer to her.

"How much for a lap dance?"

[prodigalmess]

Malcolm glances at her over his shoulder. "For a beautiful woman like you? On the house."

He turns back around to face her, moving closer and straddling her legs. Malcolm grins his hips down slowly, mostly gyrating in front of her rather than sitting in her lap, as he doesn't want to accidentally hurt her. Based on the videos he watched, this seems correct, and he's keeping in time with the music.

Margaery seems like she's enjoying this.

[youngestrose]

She starts to blush, and cannot fathom how women sit still for this kind of thing in a public setting. It's difficult to keep her eyes aimed above his waistline. As much as she doesn't want to objectify him, she finds herself remarkably turned on. Perhaps its the confidence he's showing. That has always been very attractive to her.

She fishes out another dollar bill and with her trademark smirk on her lips, tucks it right into the front of his underwear, letting the backs of her fingers graze against graze against his skin as she withdraws them. Pity, she was hoping to tease him even more, but there's time for that. She can be forceful if she has to.

"You are, by far, the sexiest police officer I've ever seen."

[prodigalmess]

The fact that he made her blush makes him feel proud of himself. His confidence is entirely because he's doing this for Margaery. He'd never want to do this for anyone but her. Surprisingly, it's making him feel very sexy.

"Thank you, ma'am." Malcolm grins and winks, then sinks down to his knees in front of her. "If you don't mind me saying, you seem a bit stressed. I'd love to help you relax."

He runs his hands up the outside of her thighs.

[youngestrose]

She laughs as his hands start to push her skirt up her thighs, starting to feel warmth in more than her cheeks. She looks down at him and has to resist the very strong urge to spread her legs wide for him and let him go to town.

"Oh? Are you a masseur, too?" She bats her eyelashes again, playing dumb even though it's obvious what he has in mind. "You're right, I'm so very tense."

[prodigalmess]

That eagerness would be very sexy to him, but he's just as happy to continue their roleplay. His fingers drift to the inside of her thighs.

"Why don't you just lay back and relax?"

Reaching up under her skirt, Malcolm grips the waistband of her panties and starts to slowly pull them down her legs. Once he has them off, he tosses them away and then leans down to kiss the inside of her knee. He moves up her thigh as he gently pushes her legs apart.

[youngestrose]

Tossing out another quip or continuing to bat her eyelashes feels pointless, so she does just as he suggests. She lays back on the chaise, letting one leg drape over the front while the other rests on the tufted cushion, and pulls the fabric of her skirt up around her waist. The brush of his lips along the inside of her knee sends a delightful shiver up across her skin. With a contented sigh she lays her head back and closes her eyes.

[prodigalmess]

He loves doing this and loves watching the way she's reacting to him already. She's eager, and she should feel no shame about it. Malcolm grips her hips and tugs her down closer to the end of the chaise, then dips his head between her legs.

He mouths at her inner thigh for a moment, then spreads her legs a bit more so that he can lick a long strip up over her opening to her clit.

[youngestrose]

He's rewarded with a small gasp followed by a chuckle, low and breathy.

"Officer, don't tell me that you're a tease," she murmurs, reaching down to rustle his hair with her fingertips. She relishes the feeling of his hands on her thighs. Her skirt around her waist feels restrictive, so she quickly pulls it up over her head and tosses it onto the floor. While she's at it, her blouse goes too. Now he can reach up and touch her breasts if he wants - and she can too.

[prodigalmess]

Malcolm hums in the crook of her thigh and glances up at her as she strips off her clothes. "Maybe just a little tease." He grins at her. "I think you like it, ma'am."

He pushes her legs apart again and mouths at her clit more earnestly now. His tongue darts out to flick against it as one of his hands slides up over her stomach to cup one of her breasts. His thumb circles one of her hardened nipples, wanting to stimulate her in every way possible.

[youngestrose]

She exhales a slow, low moan as her head drops back onto the tufted cushion of the chaise. Her clit is already throbbing, and every flick of his tongue across the sensitive nub pulls a gasp from her. She clamps her hand down over his, encouraging him to squeeze her breast more tightly; to squeeze and twist her nipple a little rougher.

"Oh God..." she groans, hips lifting ever so slightly as her toes curl into his shoulder. He's so damn good at this.

[prodigalmess]

He smiles against her, loving her reaction to the moves he makes with his tongue. For him, that's the best part of doing this, getting to watch how much pleasure he gives her. Malcolm sucks her clit into his mouth, sucking on it as he takes her hint with his hand. Margaery seems to enjoy it just a little bit rough, so he squeezes her hardened nipple under his thumb and forefinger. Surely if he's hurting her, she'll say something.

Meanwhile, the fingers of his other hand drift down to her opening, sliding through the slick juices that he finds there. Once he's sure that his fingers are wet enough, he pushes two of them inside of her.

[youngestrose]

Her moans grow ever louder, her hips starting to move rhythmically first against his mouth and then his fingers, pulling them into her with each thrust. He's definitely not teasing this time - he's going to push her hard and fast until she comes screaming. And she's loving every delicious second of it.

"Fuck, yes," she groans, fingers grasping at the fabric underneath her, seeking something to clasp onto. Her breath has grown ragged; she can only gasp out a few words at a time.

"I want. Your cock. Inside me." Her hand finds his hair and grabs on possibly a little too enthusiastically, but he has no one to blame but himself for it.

[prodigalmess]

He's surprised that she wants him to stop, but he grins when she tugs at his hair. He licks his wet lips and stands up. "Whatever you wish."

His erection pops out of the small underwear as soon as he starts pushing it down his legs. No surprise that he was aroused as much by doing it as she was. He quickly moves Margaery so that she's laying lengthwise on the couch. Normally, he prefers to have her on top, but this is her fantasy, and he can tell she's enjoying having him be a bit dominant.

Malcolm gets on top of her and pulls her legs up over his hips. With a thrust and a grunt, he's inside her.

[youngestrose]

She wraps her legs tightly around him, pulling him as far into her as he can possibly go. She grinds her hips into him, giving her clit the last bit of friction it needs to send her into bliss with a shudder and a groan. She loves having him inside her when she comes, her warmth flexing around his hardness.

She can't say anything as she catches her breath, his firm yet gentle hands holding her up by her ass. All she can really do is look at him and smile, and finally nod when she's ready for him to start moving.

[prodigalmess]

He feels her come already and it sends a sensation of bliss down his spine. At that point, he expects her to want to stop, but it's clear that she wants to try for another orgasm. Malcolm smiles back before he starts moving inside of her. His hips rock hard against her, thrusting in deeply each time. There's no more perfect feeling than when he's inside of her.

"So good," he murmurs.

[youngestrose]

She's thinking less of a second orgasm and more about him finding his own pleasure, though she certainly wouldn't say no if he were determined to please her again.

"Yes you are," she murmurs in agreement, reaching her arms out to him. She's craving more contact, more of his skin against her own. She pulls him close, arching her back to press her breasts into his chest while sucking and kissing her way up his neck. She moans softly into his ear.

"Officer," she sighs. "Is there another position you'd prefer me to be in?"

[prodigalmess]

Maybe it shouldn't turn him on to hear her call him 'officer', but it kind of does. Her hot breath in his ear sends a surge of pleasure through him.

Since she's asking, he's happy to change positions. "In my lap," he gasps. Malcolm uses considerable restraint to pause in his thrusting and help Margaery sit up. He ends up sitting on his ankles on the couch with Margaery straddled across his lap.

A delighted moan escapes his lips at the change. This is his favorite position, having Margaery on top of him. "Ride me." Leaning forward, he sucks one of her nipples into his mouth, tugging at it gently with his teeth.

[youngestrose]

She could have guessed this would be what he'd want. Even when she's seeking to focus on him, his favorite position still holds lots of benefits for her. She suspects he's incapable of being completely selfish, a trait she finds admirable and loves about him.

She also really, really loves the way he feels inside her. She's more than happy to ride him until neither one of them can keep going.

"Yes, sir," she exhales followed by a moan elicited by his treatment of her nipple. She starts slowly, lifting herself nearly completely off of him before sliding back down as tantalizingly as she can manage until he's fully buried inside her once more. The sounds he makes in response make her smile, and she speeds up just a little, taking the time at the top of each stroke to make small thrusts just on the head of his cock. She's been looking for new moves to try, and she hopes he likes it.

[youngestrose]

She could have guessed this would be what he'd want. Even when she's seeking to focus on him, his favorite position still holds lots of benefits for her. She suspects he's incapable of being completely selfish, a trait she finds admirable and loves about him.

She also really, really loves the way he feels inside her. She's more than happy to ride him until neither one of them can keep going.

"Yes, sir," she exhales followed by a moan elicited by his treatment of her nipple. She starts slowly, lifting herself nearly completely off of him before sliding back down as tantalizingly as she can manage until he's fully buried inside her once more. The sounds he makes in response make her smile, and she speeds up just a little, taking the time at the top of each stroke to make small thrusts just on the head of his cock. She's been looking for new moves to try, and she hopes he likes it.

[prodigalmess]

That's part of why it's his favorite position. He gets to help please her in the process of it. That makes it perfect for him.

The two of them fit together like they were made for each other. Malcolm moans in satisfaction every time she buries him deep. When she takes just the head of his cock inside, it leaves him bucking his hips up, wanting more.

"Tease," he gasps, but he's grinning. He loves it when she teases him. Malcolm grips her ass and leans in again to kiss and suck at her breasts.

[youngestrose]

"You know you love it," she murmurs back as her abs and thighs start to burn. She's soon riding him hard and fast, pushing them both toward climax before her muscles completely give out. Not for the first time, she's grateful she had their bedroom thoroughly soundproofed when it was remodeled, as she's unable to keep her cries quiet as she rises ever closer to another orgasm.

She never would have guessed that a potentially awkward striptease and a little bit of roleplaying would turn into such amazing hot sex.

[prodigalmess]

He does love it. He loves the way she looks and sounds when she's riding him, her breasts bouncing against him and her blonde hair brushing against his fingers. Malcolm can tell she's getting close and can feel it in the way her body starts to tighten against his.

He's held back long enough. Knowing that she's close to her second orgasm, Malcolm lets go of his. He moans loudly against her as he comes, thrusting up into her with his last ounces of strength.

[youngestrose]

His moan combined with the throbbing and pulsing of his cock are the final push she needs. She curls around him as she comes again, her forehead dropping to his shoulder as the pleasure rolls through her. She's not sure she'll ever be able to move again.

After catching her breath she sits up and runs the fingers of both hands through his hair, placing a soft kiss on his lips.

"Well, that gives an entirely new meaning to 'protect and serve'."

[prodigalmess]

Malcolm laughs breathlessly, laying back on the couch. Margaery comes with him, still wrapped around his softening cock.

"Did you like it?" He bites his lip. The sex, she seemed to enjoy, but the rest of it... "Was it too cheesy?"

[youngestrose]

She lays her head on his chest; listens to his heart still pattering away. Her whole body is warm and her muscles loose. He has certainly helped her relax.

"I did," she replies, picking up her head just enough to look at him.

"I didn't expect to, but... you were very good. If I didn't know you so well, I'd be surprised you did all of that just for me."

[prodigalmess]

His chest puffs up a little at her compliments. "I did practice," he says. Malcolm felt like an idiot dancing in his living room alone to Ginuwine, but this result is clearly worth it. He snuggles Margaery close to him, enjoying this close intimacy after sex.

"You expected it to be bad?"

[youngestrose]

"....Not exactly." She draws lazy circles on his chest with her index finger while she searches for the right words.

"I thought I would be uncomfortable with it. With objectifying you in that way. I think I still would, if the person dancing were a stranger. But because I know you and love you and trust you, and I know you feel the same way about me, I was able to relax and have fun."

[prodigalmess]

"So what you're saying is that you're absolutely comfortable with objectifying me like that?" He teases. It's interesting how different men and women can be on something like that. For women, a lot more than men, sex and sexual acts are connected with feelings of love. Even for him though, he has no interest in strippers. The idea of Margaery stripping for him though...

"I'm glad. I actually had fun too."

[youngestrose]

[ooc: this seems like a good place to end. Also FYI, I'm going on vacay the 18th through the 29th, so replies will be slow.]

[prodigalmess]

[ ooc: Sounds good. Enjoy your vacay! ]