there was a slight buzz of anticipation that lingered in the small loft apartment. 

it had been weeks since either of your schedules had lined up, allowing the both of you to spend your free day with one another. and for that, you were grateful that nora had managed to land some free time after her last mission -- more so as a thank you for a job well done from her commander, but you weren’t going to complain at how things managed to line up.

there was a long laundry list of things to accomplish over the course of her four-day break. and a majority of the first day was spent getting the loft in order so that neither of you had to worry about anything else whilst wrapped up in the sheets together.

that list had included a variety of new sexual things to try -- some you both had added to the list to try out and see what you both liked. and was the goal of the rest of nora’s free days. 

the bedroom had been set up for all kinds of emergencies -- something nora had been insistent on the second you both chose the act you had wanted to try for the night. a first aid kit, cool packs, and even a bucket of water sat at the bedside just incase something went sideways.

nora sat at your side, legs tucked under her in just are bra and underwear as she smiled down at you, “i’m gonna rub some oil onto your skin, “she states, reaching over to the nightstand to grab the massage oil she had picked out specially for this act, “it’ll make the wax stick less to your skin.”

the oil is poured into her hand, then warmed slightly before her hands press against your chest, shoulders, and stomach. working her way down until her fingers brush lightly over your folds, gently circling your clit a few times before bringing her hands back up towards your chest. it’s a nice warm up, getting to feel her hands run along your skin. and the press and pull of her massaging the oil into your skin thoroughly.

once she’s satisfied with her work, the bottle is dropped back to the nightstand to grabs the candle and lighter already laid out. nora lights the first wick -- the candle is a nice burgundy color, and for a moment all you can think about is how good the color is going to look against your skin.

just as the candle begins to turn to liquid, nora looks over and smiles down at you, “are you ready?” 

“yes.” you answer, already a little breathless as nora nods. then she’s tilting the wax just a bit, letting it dribble out onto the inside of her wrist to test the heat level. she hisses slightly, not enough to are it would be concerning before turning to you, “give me your wrist.”

you quickly obey, holding it out for her to do the same -- letting the purple liquid dribble out and onto your skin. you mimic the same sound she made earlier as the wax hardens quickly, “not too hot?” she questions, thumb rubbing at the purple dots staining the inside of your wrist.

you shake your head, “no... it’s perfect.” nora smiles, being careful to lean down and press a kiss to your forehead before sitting upright.

then she slowly begins to pour the wax over you. the first touch comes as a surprise, even when you had been anticipating it. hot wax touches your shoulder, falling into the divet of your collarbone, and the heart spreads through your chest. you moan out softly as nora continues.

the next drop hits just below the first pour, followed later in quick succession as the wax trails until it reaches your sternum. another splash ghosts along the curve of your breast, narrowly missing your nipple.

it’s pinpricks of pain, followed immediately by heat and pleasure spreading down the length of your body. each pour causing your body to jerk, but relish in the pleasure it sends right down to your core.

the same action is repeated on the other side, though it seems this time the wax actually hits your nipple, and pain courses through your system. thighs rub together, slightly spreading the slick that seems to be collecting from all this.

nora pours more wax, trailing it down and away from your chest and down towards your stomach. muscles contracting as it hits your hips -- unsure whether to shy away from the feeling or accept it openly.

the wax on your chest is starting to harden, and you don’t even realize your eyes had slipped close until you hear the clatter of nora setting the candle back on the nightstand. you watch her slowly slide in between your thighs, gently spreading them enough so her fingers can dip between your soaked folds.

“you did so well, sweetheart. look so pretty like this.” she states, two fingers slipping into you easy as she picks up a rhythmic pace. her other hand busying itself with the hardened wax, picking at each piece and watching as it peels off your skin with a minimal effort -- definitely not as bad as it could be.

she pushes you over the edge with her fingers, ripping off the final piece that has you coming hard around her fingers. and she softly coos at you, letting you catch your breath against the pillows behind you until she leans down to press a firm kiss to your lips, “we’re definitely doing that again.”