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If Nicole thought Sarah was about to break her vow of silence after a 6 hour streak, then she was sorely mistaken. The sexy redhead instead pointed up, before holding up two fingers, and then pointing to her left.

"Upstairs, the second door on the left?" Nicole guessed, having become quite good at charades after having had to play it with Sarah all night.

Sarah rapidly nodding her red haired head confirmed that Nicole had guessed right, but she didn't seem very happy about it.

"Ok, thanks Sarah," Nicole gave her a sarcastic thumbs up, "I'm super glad you're still playing by your costume's rules right now!" Sarah wasn't done, however.

Raising her hands, she held them flat in front of her face to mimic an even surface, before miming folding one of them open.

"Ooh, and the stuff Nicole wants is in the bathroom cabinet?" Miranda exclaimed, giddily joining in on her friend's game. A rapid nodding of her head that sent her crimson locks flying made it clear that Miranda had gotten it right. The motion also made her full chest bounce a little in her seashell bra, but John tried not to look at that. Matt probably shouldn't have been looking at it either, a surging heart rate and an open wound seemed like a bad combination.

Nicole only rolled her eyes at the two of them both still being in party mode, while she herself had switched to be fully serious. "Come on then," she tugged Matt's arm again, "I'll go have a look at Matt, and if the bite's not serious, we can go back to the party when we come back. Maybe we could even play that game I was gonna suggest."

That sounded like a good plan to John, and everyone else's nodding heads and Matt's compliance with her pulling, made it clear that they concurred. With no where else to go while she performed her impromptu medical assessment, he and the other three remaining party guests filtered back into the warm and cozy living room. To his chagrin, Tom followed close behind Miranda, guaranteeing that he was going to retake his place by her side.

As the others walked away, Nicole took Matt upstairs to where Sarah had guided her. The door to the bathroom was already slightly open, so she simply flicked the light on and dragged him in.

"Come in here and EEK!" Nicole gasped, as a white shape lunged at her from behind the door, only for her to breathe a sigh of relief as she realized it was just the shower curtain. Someone had evidently snuck into the bathroom for a smoke or a vape, and left the window open when they were done, then the resulting breeze had caught the plastic sheet and nearly given Nicole a heart attack.

"Scaredy cat," Matt teased, earning a hard squeeze of his wrist from Nicole that made him wince.

"You're lucky I'm feeling generous, or I'd have pinched your bite mark, now come in here."

Ignoring the chill air blowing in from outside, Nicole led her patient over to the bathroom cabinet Sarah had guided her to, directly above the white and rectangular sink. The wide window was to her right, giving a view of the house's garden, dotted with ornamental bushes and white marble statues, with the thick forest just beyond. Above the tree line, the moon hung fat and low in the sky, bigger than before and casting everything it touched in chill, blue, tones.

With one hand, Nicole turned on the sink's hot water, while still holding Matt with the other like he was a toddler that she was afraid would run off. As the water warmed up, she rolled up the slightly blood stained sleeve of his leather coat, completely ignoring his protest of "you know I could do this myself?" Once she was satisfied the water was hot enough, she pushed his bloodied forearm into it, forcing him to take a step closer to the sink.

Their positioning **** him to stand right behind her and just to her left, close enough that his breath pushed around stray strands of blonde hair atop her head, with his left arm tucked under her left side. With nothing else to do, his right hand rested on the small of her back, as he wordlessly peeked over her.

The water was quickly doing it's work, melting away the sticky dried on blood and washing it quickly down the drain in a pink tinged torrent. The faucet's flow stung a little as it ran over the bite itself, but coming clean like this mostly felt like a relief, not least of all because he could actually get a proper look at his injury now.

The bite mark was reassuringly small, just three or four narrow and shallow pin pricks arrayed in a half crescent shape. It probably would have been a full crescent of teeth marks, with another one on the other side of his arm, if it hadn't been for his tough coat. The leather had acted as a thin layer of armor, preventing the dog from getting purchase where it's sleeve had covered his arm.

"Look's like my sleeve blocked the worst of it," Matt voiced what he had been thinking, his eyes on Nicole's face through the mirror the whole time.

"Mmhm," Nicole agreed, studiously focusing on checking that his wound was clean and as minor as it looked.

"I told you this costume was a good idea," Matt continued, finally getting the reaction he wanted when Nicole's eyes flicked up to grumpily meet his in the mirror. When she saw his smug grin she sighed, rolled her eyes and went back to what she was doing, which only made him grin wider. Teasing Nicole was always fun, teasing her with a true and correct I-told-you-so was a rare delight.

Once she was satisfied that his bite was as clean as it was going to be,Nicole gently patted it dry with a hand towel off the radiator, before she moved on to dressing his wound. She opened the cabinet like Sarah had told her to, ignored the numerous condom boxes shamelessly stacked at the top, grabbed a half empty box of plasters from the bottom shelf, and then tipped it out on to the back edge of the sink.

Band-Aids, bandages, and adhesive backed plasters of all types and shapes spilled out, a smorgasbord of beige healing aids. A circular one about the size of her palm caught Nicole's attention as a good fit for this purpose. Slowly, she peeled it's backing off to expose the stickiness below, before lining it up over Matt's bite. As gently as she could, she applied it, sticking down one side before running a finger and thumb firmly all around it's edge in both directions, until they met at the other side.

With the first layer down, Nicole grabbed the roll of bandage tape, and began to wrap it around and around and around Matt's forearm. He leaned a little closer as she worked, his chin nearly resting on her head and his chest pressed against her back, while he watched her work like a curious animal. When he flexed his fingers, she grabbed his hand firmly with her own, delicate fingers wrapping over his.
"Keep still," she told him firmly, but there was a warmth to her voice that made it clear that it was just for his own good. Nicole was nearly done now, she didn't want Matt to start squirming and ruin her work.

Pulling the tape taut, Nicole ripped off the tape she had used from the roll, before carefully sticking down the torn end. Once more, she inspected Matt's forearm, this time making sure her tight bandage would hold fast to his strong wrist. It would all be coming off tomorrow when the doctor took a look, but for one night, Nicole was proud of her work. She had known those first aid courses would come in handy one day.

"There, good as new," Nicole patted her patient, running one hand slowly down the underside of his forearm to make sure the bandage lay flat.

"Fuuuck," Matt grunted behind her, his forearm muscle tensing and a vascular vein showing through his skin on one side of it.

"Sorry, did I hurt you?" Nicole instantly took her hands off Matt as she spoke, concerned that his wound was more sensitive than she thought, but Matt unexpectedly seized one of her hands with his left.

"No, your hands are just so soft," Matt explained, caressing his rough thumb up and down her smooth and delicate skin. An unexpected shiver ran through Nicole's body and a blush formed quickly in her cheeks, as Matt ran exploratory fingers over her tender palm.

It was only then that she noticed his other hand, which had been in the small of her back, had crept down to rest firmly on her ass.

"See something you liked?" Nicole asked, turning her head to pin him with a stare over her shoulder, her eyes flittinged warningly to where he groped her.

Rather than pulling away once he was called out, he instead shamelessly squeezed, her little dress riding up as he grabbed a handful of her soft ass through it. The warning edge in her gaze disappeared instantly as her eyes went wide, Matt's shamelessness catching her completely by surprise and making her feel like she was the one who had been caught out.

"Sorry, that cute little ass has been begging me to do this all night," Matt growled in a low voice, a wry smile appearing on his face. He kept groping her even as he spoke, fingertips slipping over the edge of her dress to brush the underside of her toned cheek directly. Nicole's frown quickly broke down, her pink lips parting in a breathless pout before she could regain her composure.

When she recollected her thoughts, all Nicole could do was laugh at his brazenness. "Either you’ve had too much to drink or you've lost more blood than I thought."

"I can prove that my blood flow is better than fine," Matt responded, stepping in closer so she could feel the hardness in his pant's pressing against her other ass cheek. It was like he was poking her with a baton, and it certainly proved his point about his blood flow, it throbbed with such rhythmic vigor against her that she could nearly count his pulse through her ass.

Nicole smirked despite herself. "You’re lucky you’re hurt right now or I wouldn’t be smiling," she murmured, trying her best to pretend that was true. The reality was that Matt's dominance, despite being the sort of thing she would have professed to hating, was actually really hot. This cool, confident side of him was completely new to her, and that, combined with the way he grabbed her ass like he owned it, was making her body react.

"Damn it, I knew I should have worn a bra," she thought, as her nipples hardened to points and jutted through the tight material of her green dress, undeniable proof of her arousal.

"Oh, is that window still open? I-it's getting cold in here," she tried to make an excuse without drawing attention to her little diamond-cutters showing through her dress, but Matt didn't seem to buy it.

"Heh," he laughed as his eyes slipped down to her naughty titties, making Nicole go even redder as she turned her head and looked away from him. She was just glad that he couldn't see the change that had happened between her legs, or he would know exactly how turned on she was.

In an attempt to calm down, she averted her gaze and took a long look out the window. The serene gardens, quiet woods, and gently rolling lawn, all screamed relaxation. The final few clouds had rolled away from the edges of the moon, allowing it to shine unfettered, making the outside seem even more chilling.

Nicole didn't see any of that, however. Her attention had been capture by her own reflection.

Matt's larger frame dominated hers, and he loomed so close to her that it seemed as if his body was already intertwined with her own. One hand joined with hers, and the other on her ass, it was like they were posed for some sort of perverse waltz. As she watched, Matt lowered his head to be closer to hers, his hot breath tickling her ear and making hers catch in her throat.

Whipping her head around, she found herself looking deep into his amber eyes, while his face was only inches from her own. Even that tiny distance began to close, Matt's face leaning down closer and closer to her own, as her heart suddenly accelerated in her chest. For an hour-long second, she thought he was leaning in to kiss her, and she wondered if she was about to kiss him back, but then he leant over her instead.

"Have you always smelt this good?" He asked, pushing his nose into her blonde pixie cut and taking a long sniff. Her shampoo was strawberries and cream flavor, and her perfume had mentioned peaches, but neither of those things were unusual for her to wear. Still, the strange compliment made her smile despite herself again.

"I could say the same about you," she sighed without thinking about it, cringing when she realized what she had just said. It was true, even if she hadn't meant to say it out loud. Matt had a masculine musk that she'd only just noticed now, possibly because she'd never been so close to him for so long. Wrapped up in his embrace like this, all she could do was breathe it in, that strong odor filling her nostrils and addling her brain like pheromones.

Nicole's head was spinning. She wasn't sure if it was the drinks, the comedown from her adrenaline rush, or just Matt's new manly aura overwhelming her, but it was getting hard for her to think straight. The only thing that seemed constant in her mind was Matt's hard rod, that still twitched temptingly against her soft butt. It was like a third leg rubbing up against her. Trying to gauge it's size through her ass made it seem ridiculously big, and her reckless thoughts began to ponder whatever ways she might have to measure it.

Sniffing all the way, Matt ran his nose down to the side of Nicole's lily white neck, before inhaling like he was trying to breathe in her very essence. Stubble rubbed against the smooth skin of her neck, tickling towards her throat as Matt's lips drew nearer, before suddenly parting. Rather than kissing or sucking at her neck like she had expected him to do, instead Matt's long, hot, wet, tongue lolled out of his mouth.

In one languid motion, his hot tongue ran up the side of her neck, all the way to her ear. It should have been gross, but in the moment it felt so wildly passionate that all Nicole could do was shiver and let her eyelids flutter. The tip of his skilled tongue coiled around her earlobe, making her grab the edge of the sink with her free hand, as a high pitched gasp was driven from her lips.

"You taste even better than you smell," Matt growled, his voice like gravel that made her knees knock together. His other hand groped her ass again, fingers sinking deep into her delicate flesh, mauling up the hem of her tight dress until one pale ass cheek was on full display. Nicole was panting already, her sweet and innocent Tinkerbell having been turned into a trembling mess that was seriously considering cheating on Peter Pan.

Despite her mounting arousal that begged her to submit completely to Matt's arrogant advances, Nicole held back. This felt wrong. Not just in a “Ooh, we shouldn’t be doing this~” sort of way, something about Matt, and his voice, and the way he pawed at her body just felt off. Her pussy insisted that since she had tended to his wound, it was only fair the he tended to her base needs now, but part of Nicole's stubborn brain held back.

Something wasn't quite right, but she knew that if she stayed here alone with Matt, things would only end one way. Right now, she was at a tipping point. Yield completely, and enjoy Matt's wild ride, or think critically, and seek a second opinion.

Whatever she chose she would have to shout someone's name.