More Than Darkness
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This is a crossover smutty story featuring the character of
Tess/Salida ie Tess' Voice in Neon Dasies' OUATIM fics on ff.net, More Than
Eyes Alone Can See, and More Than Life,
and Sands/Jeffrey from Merrie's OUATIM fic on ff.net, Darkness Rising. This story
will make some sense, probably, if you read it without having read either of
our stories, but it'll make a hell of a lot more if you just read them. They're
all worth reading, we promise. Anyway, on with the show.
Rated for what has happened, and what might happen.
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“What time is it
you bastard?” Jeffrey asked as Sands rode a cab silently back to their hotel.
“It’s a little
after ten, and fuck you too buddy,” the cab driver said with a sneer.
Sands rolled his
eyes. “At least whisper if you’re going
to talk to me out loud, will you?” he whispered to him.
Jeffrey scowled.
well that’s just fucking perfect you bastard,” he sneered.
you think I’m letting you do this again tomorrow you’ve got another fucking
thing coming.”
“Oh fuck you.
fucking want.”
“Don’t fucking give
me that bullshit. You knew bet
Jeffrey said slowly, clearly pissed off.
“Stop fucking
whining. I didn’t break any promises.
be home, and you know it. Especially
since I didn’t have to come home at all.”
There wasn’t
anything Jeffrey could really say to that.
coming home late, you’re the one who’s going to have to deal with her.”
“Coward,” Sands
said automatically, but frowned.
“Hey, as long as it
means I don’t have to deal with a pissed off vixen, you can call me whatever
you fucking want, you bastard,” Jeffrey said with a smug smirk.
before tomorrow, savvy?”
“Savvy,” Sands said
slowly. They rode the rest of the way
home in silence.
******************************
Salida was half asleep when she heard the door to the hotel
room open and close. Softly.
pillows and blankets, remembering that she’d been pissed earlier to not have
heard a word from Sands or Jeffrey all day, but she was too tired now to
care. After weeks of apartment-hunting,
she’d finally found a place. Now,
granted, it wasn’t an apartment, but she thought that the small house would
suit the three of them better anyway. No
complaints from neighbors about loud noises, plenty of privacy, a garden.
get some furniture tomorrow, and she was set.
The footsteps
coming from the living area got louder as whoever was out there carefully
minced their way to the bedroom. She
grinned, and decided to have some fun.
Sitting up in the
bed, she crossed her arms over her chest and looked at the TV which she had
left on for noise – she wasn’t used to sleeping alone anymore – and composed
her face into a look of calm anger.
“
You still awake?” Sands called out
softly after peeking his head into the open door of her and Jeffrey’s bedroom.
“Vixen?” Jeffrey
asked in a similarly hesitant voice, moving into the bedroom.
“Oh.
muttered under his breath to Sands.
“Look, I’m sorry I’m
home late, alright? But we’re here now.”
He waited for Salida to respond, but she
wasn’t talking. “
Say something?”
“How about you’re a
fucking inconsiderate bastard?” Salida
didn’t look away from the TV, but her fingers started drumming on her crossed
arms.
Sands winced.
regret the day I had today. A day that,
in all fairness to Jeffrey and I, included coming home to see you around lunch
time. You weren’t here.
alright? I’m sorry,” he said with a
shrug.
Salida appreciated
the apology, but she wasn’t done playing yet.
So for the moment, she ignored that he’d said anything.
She let her voice break on the last word, and threw herself down on the
bed, sobbing hysterically.
the pillow closer to her face.
“Oh fuck, sunrise,
don’t cry,” Sands said with a bit of begging in his voice.
to the sobbing Salida. Jeffrey was
sullenly silent. “Great, now you’re
a hand across his face wearily.
this right now. He seriously
considered just getting up and going to bed, but that would create more
problems than it would solve, so he stayed.
sunrise. As a matter of fact, I didn’t
even do anything today that could get me arrested,” he said, somewhat surprised
at himself. “Now granted, that’s not
your point, but I felt I should bring it up.”
wanting to look at her as she cried, but unable to look away either.
called you. I don’t know – well I
godforsaken city.” As soon as the words
were out of his mouth, he cursed to himself.
Aida. Fuck.
Immediately Salida
stopped her sobbing and sat bolt upright in the bed.
attack him, but she was simply staring at him, head cocked to one side.
Salida watched him
watch her uncertainly for some time before asking impatiently, “So?
that? I assume you met a girl, and if
you didn’t do anything worth getting arrested, that must mean that she’s still
alive. What’s she like?
and as the dismay spread across Sands’ own face, she started laughing and
flopped down on the mattress. “Oh, you
should have seen your face, cowboy.”
“Very funny,
sunrise. See me laughing,” Sands said,
slumping to the ground and leaning against the side of the bed.
“You are laughing,
Sands,” Salida pointed out, still giggling.
“That’s not me,
that’s fucking Jeffrey. He thinks you’re
a fucking riot. I don’t, however.”
addressed Salida. “Are you going to
leave me be if I said that I wasn’t going to tell you about her?”
“No,” Salida said
without hesitation.
“And now I’m fucking
curious too,” Jeffrey added, leaning his head against the bed.
exhausted as I feel right now, the least you could do is tell me the name of
the girl that you, and consequently me, are fucking.”
“Sorry, lover.
fucking me.”
Jeffrey frowned a
bit at the notion of Sands fucking his wife, but held his tongue, while Sands
said, “Her name is Aida, alright? I met
her while coming out of the hotel after we stopped by to see you, sunrise.
with a short laugh.
“And?”
needed details. “What does she look
like? What did you spend the day doing?
Do you like her, or like like
her?” Why did she feel as if she should
be giving a manicure or something?
“She’s even smaller
than you, she’s got red hair, and she’s still alive.
other time, sunrise,” Sands said, his eyes closed as he leaned his head against
the edge of the bed.
“Wanna bet?”
Salida moved until she could look over the edge of the bed.
Salida asked, “Jeffrey?” Again, no
answer from the sleeping body on the floor.
This is just perfect.
tonight, because I’m sure as hell not getting any.
Jeffrey’s shoulder. “Lover?
sleep and let you get stiff and sore there on the floor.”
Shaking her head,
Salida got up and went to the wardrobe, getting out a spare blanket and a spare
pillow. She brought them back to the
bed, placed the pillow on the floor, then managed to lower her husband to lie
on it. She look off his shoes and socks,
then covered him with the blanket. She
kissed his temple and whispered, “Sleep well, lover,” then got back into bed
herself. There was no way she was
sleeping on the floor when the bed was available.
******************************
“Fuck,” Jeffrey muttered sleepily, opening his eyes a number
of hours later. Something wasn’t right.
. . . “What the fuck?
suddenly. That turned out to be a
mistake however, and he sank back down onto the pillow with a wince.
painful. “Sands, you fucking bastard.
for he gave no answer. “Ok, let’s
fucking try this again,” he said, steeling himself.
chicken out, gritting his teeth the entire time.
felt a little better, but it was still something like having hot pokers shoved
through your spine. “Oh, you fucker, I
didn’t even get my hour,” Jeffrey moaned, looking down at Salida’s sleeping
body upon the bed. “Well, we’re going to
change that. But first. . . .”
He removed the rest
of Sands’ clothing slowly and left them in a rumpled pile and shuffled his way
to the bathroom like Frankenstein’s monster with his straight-backed walk.
of minutes later and stepped into the stall, turning the water on to nearly
scalding and sighing as it hit his sore body.
appreciate this as well. I doubt she
wants me smelling like some fucking other woman.
was just one part. He didn’t necessarily
care to know who Sands fucked, but he could tell in Sands’ voice that this girl
– whatever her name was – was different.
she’s not dead, he said so himself.
longer as he finished his shower. He put
all thoughts of Sands and his new girl out his mind as he dried himself off and
toweled off his hair, making his way back into the bedroom.
Salida was woken up
by the scent of a freshly washed body and a pair of arms wrapping around her
body while a soft kiss was pressed on her neck.
She murmured and snuggled back against the warm body behind her, but struggled
not to wake up. This was too nice a
feeling to spoil it by waking up right away.
Jeffrey smiled and
shook his head at Salida’s unwillingness to wake up.
but not . . . unmolested. He reached
around her back and pulled her close to his chest, fondling her left breast
slowly underneath her t-shirt. While he
did that, he continued kissing her neck as slowly and as gently as he could
manage. He didn’t want her waking up . .
. yet.
“Jeffrey. . .”
Salida murmured her husband’s name softly, arching against him before trying to
roll onto her back. He didn’t let her,
slipping an arm around her waist to pull her back against him.
relaxed, a small smile working its way onto her face as he continued waking
her.
Smirking, Jeffrey
intensified his movements slightly, pinching at Salida’s nipple and biting and
sucking on her ear. “Vixen,” he
whispered softly. an>Han>He suddenly didn’t
feel like being patient anymore and wanted her to wake up.
melting against him or her hand from slipping down to rest over the one at her
waist.
Jeffrey lifted his
head up to look at the clock. “Still
early. I guess I just couldn’t sleep on
the fucking floor anymore.” He leaned
over and placed a few soft kisses on her neck. “Good morning, vixen.”
“Sorry about that,”
she breathed. “But you’re too big for me
to move.” She tried to turn towards him,
but he wouldn’t let her. “Lover . . .”
she whined softly.
“Don’t worry about
it. I’m alright.
awhile? What would you say to that?
all, vixen,” he muttered into her neck.
“You’re not ‘just
holding’ me,” she pointed out, but she didn’t try turning around again.
yesterday. It’s amazing what one can
accomplish when one’s amazingly sexy husband isn’t around to distract one.”
“Touché.
sexy husband around be, vixen? What kind
of stuff did you get done? Did you find
us all a place to live yet?” he asked, burying his nose in her hair.
“Yeah, I did.
would be better anyway. I went ahead and
signed the lease papers. You don’t mind,
do you?” This was very nice; lying in
bed, still half-asleep, her husband’s arms around her, talking about mundane
domestic things.
“No, I don’t mind,
vixen. We needed somewhere else to
live. I’m sure wherever you picked is
fine. Especially considering all the
fucking looking around you made us do.
At least, you better fucking have after all that.
said with an utterly blank face, but Salida could hear the smile in his
voice.
“Mmm.
his name, afraid of waking him. “– your
friend of that when I hit him up for money later today.
drag him around to fifty different department stores.”
“My friend,”
Jeffrey snorted. Fine, I’ll tell him.
torture, vixen,” Jeffrey said with a short laugh, kissing Salida’s shoulder
lightly.
“Sure.
with me. Of course, we’d probably get
arrested if we did it the way you’re likely to want to.”
smile on her face grew.
“If we do get
arrested, it will have been worth it,” Jeffrey said with a smirk.
want. But there’s no fucking way I’m going
to fucking fifty stores. A few,
sure. More than that, and you’re on your
own, vixen.”
“If you tell me
what you want, we can bypass that too.
There’s only enough space in the room for a queen mattress, but do you
want it firm or soft?” It was a loaded
question, and she realized it once it escaped her lips.
“I take that little
innuendo means you’re awake again,” Jeffrey said with a smirk, resuming his
kissing and nibbling at her neck. “Well,
I like it all sorts of ways vixen. You know
that. Firm, soft, rough, hard, painful;
any way I can get it, vixen. I’m not a
choosy man,” he enunciated each word with a slow kiss to her neck, his left
hand beginning to caress her side and breast again slowly.
“It wasn’t a come
on, lover.” It honestly hadn’t
been. It’d sounded that way, but she
didn’t want to buy a mattress that he’d be uncomfortable on.
existed. “I take it that means you don’t
care what I buy?” It was getting
difficult to focus, but she wanted this settled before she totally forgot.
“Everything you do
is a come on to me, vixen. I’m a horny
bastard, what can I say?” he asked, moving his hand up to cup her breast, but
not doing anything more than that; simply holding it there.
he drawled the word out, “and good enough to sleep on in the rare occasion it’s
used for that purpose, I don’t really give a fuck what kind of mattress you
get.”
at you yet, or are you having fun molesting me while you can’t see my
face?” She took care to settle her rear
tightly against his groin, doing what she could to ‘cheat,’ although, why he considered
it that was beyond her. Jeffrey did all
he could to drive her wild – it was only fair that she return the favor.
“That’s cheating,
vixen,” he said predictably with a bit of a gasp.
if you didn’t fight back, now would it?
But no, you’re not allowed to turn around yet.
she couldn’t see, but knew was there, tweaking one of her nipples in-between
his thumb and pointer finger.
“Jerk,” she
muttered, although there was fondness behind it, not malice.
But if you insist on waking me up, lover, I only feel it’s fair to warn
you: you’re making me impatient. And I
wouldn’t feel all that bad about spoiling your fun.”
idle. While she might be putty in his
hands now, she could do the same thing to him without a moment’s notice.
“Why would you want
to do that, vixen?” Jeffrey asked in an innocent-sounding voice.
his wife? And I like making you
impatient. It’s fun,” he said, his hand
doing its best to arouse her even further, while his other moved as far as he
could reach while she was lying on top of it to caress her other breast
gently.
“Oh, I want my husband
to have fun . . .” Letting her eyes slip
closed, she covered one of his roving hands with one of hers, and let the other
slip behind her. Matching his intensity,
she started kneading the back of his thigh.
“But I want to have fun too. Let
me tell you, I got irritated yesterday when the real estate agent kept hitting
on me. I was almost . . .
his offer."
For a long moment,
Jeffrey didn’t do anything. He didn’t
move his hands over her body in a gentle caress, he didn’t kiss her neck and
shoulder; he didn’t do anything. He
simply lay there, still as stone. “I’ll
kill him,” he said slowly. “And you
better be fucking joking, vixen,” he said with ayfuayful bite on her
shoulder. “You’re mine.
ass? Because I can,” he joked playfully
before his hands resumed their play.
“And I suppose you can have your fun too.
fun. As long as it’s with me.”
playful nip on her ear this time.
“Of course it’s
only going to be with you, you jealous, psychotic, husband of mine.
agent either.
close the deal, not get a date. Besides,
after going through all that trouble, I’d hate it if we had to flee
Orleans
Letting the hand on his thigh slip down between them to tease his
growing arousal, she murmured, “Besides, I think our third wheel might have
some choice words to say about leaving abruptly.”
“Yeah,” Jeffrey
muttered, gasping softly against her neck as he felt her hand between his legs.
“But I don’t want to fucking talk about
him right now. . .” he said slowly, kissing her neck a bit more passionately
than before as his left hand moved slowly down her stomach to cup her own
arousal. “Two can play that game, vixen,”
he said. He was lucky she wasn’t that
tall, because he could barely reach the areas he wanted to touch as it was.
kissing her neck a bit more forcefully now.
that they could continue their play properly, but he wouldn’t give in to her
just yet.
Just to make things
even more difficult on him, Salida clenched her legs together and shifted her
hips forward, both making it harder for him to devastate her with his intimate
caresses, and making it easier for her to touch him without hindrance.
got a bit of an advantage at the moment.”
Any moment, really.
easy to push. And she enjoyed pushing
them.
“That may be,
vixen,” he acceded with a small nod. “But
I’m one stubborn son of a bitch and if you think that little trick you just
pulled iing ing to deter me, you’ve got another thing coming,” he promised,
trying his best to ignore her caresses while irritated at the fact he could no
longer respond with his own. But he
wouldn’t give in. He knew Salida’s
breasts were sensitive, and while they wouldn’t arouse her as quickly as
fingering her clit would, she would eventually reach her peak if hs pas patient
enough. The problem was, he wasn’t even
close to being that patient.
bet that’s what the little vixen’s playing on all along.
nothing he could do about it, and she knew it.
Salida and Jeffrey
kept up their little battle for several minutes before she wondered what the
hell she was doing. She only had so much
time with her husband, and here she was, wasting it on pointless
manipulations. There was little chance
that Sands would be coming home tonight, which meant this was the only time she’d
have with Jeffrey until tomorrow. And
doubtless, he’d fall into bed and go to sleep the moment he got home, like he’d
done last night. Which meant she was
being a fool.
With that decided,
she conceded, letting Jeffrey win this time around.
under his chin and against the curve of his body.
Jeffrey’s thoughts
had been unknowingly running in the same direction of his wife’s, so he was
ready to accept her surrender without contest.
“You have to make
me come like this – with my back to you and your arms around me – before you
get to take me.” She wanted to feel the
warmth of his body, his arms around her, his body stilling her as she tried to
buck against him . . . all familiar, but different in this setting.
“Alright, vixen,”
Jeffrey said, not questioning her request, instead enjoying the close contact
of having her in his arms almost as much as she was.
put his hardened arousal out of his mind long enough to attend to his wife
without accidentally hurting her in his haste.
as he held her tightly; moving his hands over her body slowly, not touching to
arouse, but to comfort and relax.
That didn’t last
long however, and it wasn’t moments later that his hands found themselves on
her breasts and in-between her legs, striving to bring her to her breaking
point as quickly as possible so he could reach his.
“Oooohh . . .
ssh osh one herself. If she were
generous, her terms would have been that they bring each other to completion
this way, but she felt much too good to change things now.
farther apart as her neck arched and her head rolled on his shoulder.
“When I’m like
what, vixen? Doing just what you want me
to?” he asked with a smirk against her cheek as his fingers started to move
faster and he began to nip at her ears and neck again.
giving you my complete attention? When I’m
fucking hard as rock just looking at you and you can feel it?”
hardened length against the curve of her ass.
to me? And that only you could get me to
agree to do this for you before taking my own pleasure?
asked slowly, his teeth clenched lightly around one of her earlobes as he
spoke.
“
without her direction. “Please . . .
keep talking,” she begged breathlessly.
“About what, vixen?
About how beautiful you look evith
ith
your t-shirt and shorts still on? I’ll
have to do something fucking soon to fix that, but for now it’s fine.
throw your head back or the breathy tone your voice takes when you’re aroused?
said, lifting his hand above the apex of her legs and smirking when her hips
bucked up to reclaim his hand. “How you’re
turned on just by the sound of my voice alone?” he whispered in her ear.
you are vixen. You’re my wife.
with one another. You married me, you
marked me as yours and I didn’t ever have a fucking regret.
said I had to make you come like this before I could take you.
fingering her clit even faster. “I am
not a patient man, vixen. I want my own
fucking fun.”
“Ask and . . . and
you shall . . . receive,” she panted, slipping one of her own hand down to
press his fingers ruthlessly against her.
With a loud moan, she felt the arousal that’d been winding inside her
spring apart in a leap of energy that made her body bow and her muscles
burn. “Love you,” she gasped, her hips
moving convulsively against his hand.
As she came down from
her high, she noted that her husband had waited for her before ripping her
shorts off and fucking her into oblivion.
“My patient, generous husband,” she cooed, turning in his arms.
understanding. Want to unwrap it?”
“Always, vixen,”
Jeffrey said with a smirk. “Does this
mean I can let go now? You can roll over
now if I want now too,” Jeffrey said with a wink.
Kissing him
passionately, she pulled away several moments later to whisper, “Just tell me
what you want, lover, and I’ll do it.”
“Sit up on the bed,”
he instructed. When she did, he went on.
“Lift up your arms.”
her head. “Much better,” he sighed,
leaning over to kiss a bare shoulder, her collarbone, and the tops of her
breasts before he pulled away and unhooked and removed her bra, throwing it
across the room. an>“an>“Alright, you can lie
back down now, vixen,” he said with a small smile as she did as he asked.
remove her shorts and panties until she lay before him completely naked and
beautiful. “You know, as much as I like
having you cater to my every whim and will, I’ll admit I kind of miss your . .
. playfulness vixen,” he said with a smile, somewhat surprised at himself.
“I aim to please,”
she whispered, before launching herself off the bed and into his arms, knocking
him flat on his back as her lips attacked his.
She growled playfully, batting at his hands as he tried to touch her.
to give it to him. Let him try to subdue
her . . . they’d both enjoy it.
“That’s my vixen,”
he murmured in-between kisses. In all
honesty he preferred a woman who would fight back – up to a point – than
subservient little misses, but he was rather irritated that she wasn’t letting
him touch her, especially after all he had just done for her, so he fought.
though . . . for now. Actually, the ‘for
now’ took a lot less time than he intended, as he grew annoyed enough with her
stubbornness to allow him to touch her and flipped them both on the bed so that
he was back on top. “I do like your
fucking playfulness, vixen. I’m not
going to deny it,” he said, pulling away so that he could talk to her, “but
keeping me from fucking touching you is where I draw the line,” he said, slowly
running his hands over every inch of flesh he could reach.
you, vixen, and I’m certainly not going to now,” he said, leaning down to
recapture her mouth again.
She certainly wasn’t
going to complain about having his hands traveling over her in an increasingly
frantic pace. Touches that had started
as cherishing and almost reverent were quickly turning provocative and
demanding. More than willing to give her
senses over to them, she arched up into those hands, thanking whoever was
responsible for making them so large and nimble.
After what he’d
done for her, Salida wasn’t surprised when Jeffrey took the time to make her
moan and writhe under him. It was her
punishment, and it was one she was glad both to receive and to allow him.
take her over, moaning into his mouth as he groped at her body, his hands
zeroing in on her breasts. She shrieked
when his devilish hands pinched the inside of her thighs hard enough to leave
bruises, nipping at him in retribution.
She was more than ready for him to finish things, but apparently he was
still enjoying punishing her too much.
return for what he was doing to her. He
didn’t allow them to stop him, however. He
was having entirely too much fun for that.
onto her breasts themselves, still caressing quickly, but no longer arousing
quite as much. He wasn’t done having his
own fun yet. And he wouldn’t be until
either his patience ran out, which was likely, or she stopped him herself.
more than content to keep up his play for as long as he could.
sped up, turning their mouths’ frenzied motions into something slow and more
than a little sensual. He moved his
mouth to her neck and shoulders, keeping up that slow pace while his hands
continued to torment her body. He
smirked when Salida moaned particularly loudly.
harder and harder. Do you feel it?” he
asked, running his length along her stomach and in-between her legs, but not
penetrating her. He could hold out a
little while longer. Well, he thought he
could, at any rate.
“Not as much as I
would if you’d just fuck me already,” she groaned.
impatient. “Do you know how it feels,
lover? Do you know what it’s like for me
to feel my body, my mind, my very self
give way to you? I was so fucking
independent before you came along, but now I never even stand a chance.
chocolate, bedroom eyes of yours, and all I can do is tease you until you throw
me on the nearest piece of furniture and slam into me until I totally lose it.”
give anything to have him inside her. “Do
. . . do you want to hear what you do to me, lover?”
“Yes,” Jeffrey
hissed, immediately wishing he hadn’t. His
will was teetering on the brink, and he was very close to giving her exactly what
she wanted. He had a feeling that
whatever she had to say to him would push him over that brink, and he wouldn’t
be able to do anything else but bury himself inside of her as far as he could
and thrust into her until they were both satisfied.
Oh god, he was
going to make her come before he even entered her.
surrenders. Sometimes even before
that. Sometimes all it takes is a look
and I can feel myself melting . . . growing wet . . . my body surrendering to
what I know is coming. My chest grows
tight . . . I can feel myself swelling inside my skin until every part of me is
so sensitive that your every touch sends –” she gasped as he parted her legs
widely, setting between them for the time being.
fire builds, melting muscle and bone until your arms . . . your mouth . . .”
her hands skimmed over him as she spoke, “. . . your body . . . are the only
things supporting me. My lungs shrink
until it’s hard to breathe. My mind
shuts down. And then . . . and then you
press against me, teasing, your lips and tongue mocking me with a shadow
of the contact I really need.
“And
belly. I can feel you growing because of
me, and it’s such a fucking turn on.”
interspersed with whimpers as Jeffrey’s mouth traveled over her neck and
chest. “And . . . and when you finally
part my legs, I loose all thought except the desire to please you.
body tries to mount one final resistance.
I grow so tight inside. I can
feel my muscles contracting before you’re even inside me, and it’s torture, because
I feel so empty. And then you tear away
the illusion of being able to withstand you.
I can feel myself giving around you, and it burns, like stretching after
a long nap. By that time I’m so
sensitive that I can feel everything.
deeply inside me, and I can’t help but cling to you, in every way.
for you to come back, and you do, and you’re so hot and even deeper inside me.
trailed off as she felt her body trembling in anticipation and need.
every single part of me, touching every part of me.
never known anything but you. And that’s
what is so sexy. Knowing only your
touch.” Her hands were on his chest now,
holding him off. “Oh
I’m already on the edge.” Her own
words had aroused her more than she’d thought was possible.
Jeffrey was
surprised at just how far her words had driven him to his own edge.
looking down at her as she held him back.
slowly, with a bit of a smirk on his face.
and if she didn’t know it then she hadn’t been paying very much attention.
hearing you say all of that made me?” he admitted breathlessly.
small laugh. “Are you fucking tire
ga
games already? Because I am.”
himself between her spread legs, thrusting himself deep inside of her and
willing himself not to come upon the first sensation of her wet, enveloping
heat. He would have said something
trying to explain just what she did to him too, but the only thing that managed
to pass his parted lips was a long moan.
anything else, but he couldn’t bring himself to stop gasping and moaning long
enough to keep his lips locked onto hers.
between his legs with all of the blood in his body, it seemed he had forgotten
how to breathe through his nose while kissing her, so that didn’t help matters
any. Since he couldn’t manage to kiss
her properly, he focused his attentions on kissing her shoulders and mouth
lightly, not giving her the chance to kiss back.
gasps.
“I know,” she
breathed, feeling everything go dark around her.
scream, and she was so keyed up that she’d probably come again.
her pelvis ground against his, the harsh, abrasive touch sending off a series
of fireworks in her clit and therefore throughout her entire body.
hands curling into balls tightly enough that her short nails broke the skin of
her palms. The sound died off as her
body arched, pressing tightly against Jeffrey.
She came so hard that her head was spinning and her ears were ringing.
Then Jeffrey came,
and it started all over again.
Jeffrey’s ears were
ringing from her screams, but that didn’t matter.
he finally came inside of her, spilling his hot seed within her embracing womb.
Her inner muscles milked every last drop
out of him as she rode the wave of her own orgasm, and he moaned each time
those viselike muscles had him in their grip.
her sweaty body beneath his, her peaked nipples moving across his chest.
hold on as her inner muscles once more pulled relentlessly at his now flaccid
length. “Holy Christ, vixen,” he
murmured against her shoulder, trying to ignore his sweaty hair as it curled
against his neck, causing it to itch like a bastard.
anything about it though, so he simply left it alone, not moving at all.
her – but he didn’t want to. In fact, he
could probably let himself fall asleep and be perfectly content, just like
this; their bodies still joined, sharing body heat, their breathing
inexplicably in sync. “I do love you,
vixen,” he murmured again, not lifting his head up off of the pillow to look at
her as he rested his chin on her shoulder.
Still shivering
from aftershocks, Salida tightened arms gone slack from release around his
body, holding on to him with something close to desperation.
the itch of dried sweat there. “Don’t
fall asleep,” she begged him quietly. “Please.
that it was only a quarter past six, she continued.
realized; she didn’t want to leave his arms.
Out of sight, out of mind, she
supposed, and at the moment, he was very much in her sight and mind.
asleep.”
“Alright, vixen,”
he said softly, willing himself out of the sleepy daze he had been falling
into. It wasn’t that he was still tired
necessarily; it’s that he was , co, content and utterly relaxed and it made him
want to fall asleep in her arms. “And
don’t worry about . . . him, yet.
late. He says mornings don’t agree with
him,” he muttered into her shoulder. “Talk
to me vixen. I don’t care what you
fucking talk about, just talk to me. Tell
me what the house is like. And feel free
to smack me if I drift off,” he said with a soft chuckle.
he muttered, opening his eyes and turning his head to look at her.
She didn’t want him
to move . . . she didn’t want him to leave her.
But she knew that he was going to have to eventually – at least for
today – and that made this time alone and together in each other’s arms all the
more precious and bittersweet.
Shifting her head a
bit so it rested on Jeffrey’s shoulder, she started talking.
the French Quarter and within walking distance of several clubs and bars.
iron. The house is small, but there’s
two floors, and three bedrooms, so we get one, he gets one, and the third can be whatever we want it to be.
I want to test the waters before I share them.”
She turned her head and rubbed her nose against his in reassurance,
knowing very well his stance on secrets.
“It’s a surprise, so don’t get your nose out of joint, lover.”
subject, and as she felt Jeffrey’s eyes on her, she went on: “New paint –
inside and out – new carpeting. It’s
unfurnished – ” she made a face, “– but it came with utilities, so we’ve got a
fridge, and a stove, and an oven, and a microwave, and a dishwasher, and a
washing machine, and a dryer.” She
rattled off the list with a small smile, know Jeffrey probably couldn’t care
less. “There’s a small, overgrown garden
in the back, but I’d like to fix it up.
All in all, I’m content. And I
hope to have all the furniture shopping done today.
again, we can. . .” she trailed off as Jeffrey tensed slightly in her
arms. “What?
Something about her last sentence had made him uncomfortable.
“Call me fucking
pessimistic if you like vixen, but who’s to say there will be a fucking normal
again? You heard Sa-him,” Jeffrey amended quickly, keeping to her statement
about not saying his name in fear that he might take notice and wake up.
and I don’t fucking like it. You think I
don’t like it when you keep secrets? Well
just think how I fucking feel when he
keeps fucking secrets,” Jeffrey said irritably.
hell her name is, I don’t know why she’s still alive, and I don’t like it.
only just met her.”
“You’re a fucking
pessimist,” she whispered. “And whether
she means anything or not, we’ll deal with it.
Talk to him. If she isn’t
anything more important than a distraction, do whatever you think is best, be
it letting this play out or killing her.
If it’s something more . . .” she shrugged, “then we’ll deal with that
somehow. But it’s not something I want
to think about at the moment. It’s a waste
of time and of mental resources. All you
need to know is I’ll be here whatever the outcome.
“Normie?
“You know, someone
different from us. A ‘normal’
person. Someone who’s
. . does . . . like we do.”
“Fine, I’m a
pessimist. I won’t talk about it any
more today,” Jeffrey promised, lifting his head up to kiss the corner of her mouth
softly before letting it fall back down upon the bed.
Jeffrey said with a shrug. “I don’t know
about the garden, but whatever floats your fucking boat, vixen,” he said with a
smirk. “If you really want to spend all
that time out in the fucking heat – and believe me, it’ll get fucking hot here
sooner than you think – pulling weeds I’ll leave you to it.
smirk widening into a grin.
“What?
next to nothing, covered in sweat from the heat and humidity while all our
neighbors are at work and we have the freedom and privacy to whatever our
licentious little hearts desire? Are you
telling me that you wouldn’t want to come out and join me under those
circumstances?”
She knew him too
well. “We’ll see, vixen,” he said, not
willing to just give in and fall into the role she knew he would.
was scantily clad and sweaty; he could do nothing else.
would. He’d take small victories over
her in their constant playful warring, and after scoring the major hit on him
that she just had, he needed all the points he could get.
or later. I’m getting tired of riding in
taxis and taking the fucking trolley,” he muttered.
Salida
groaned. “There’s no way you’re getting
me to go car shopping. You and Sands can
handle that one.” Then she realized how
unlikely it was that they’d be able to do any such thing without arguing enough
to scare scores of people. “Fine.
go car shopping with Sands, and hopefully that will be enough of a compromise
on both parties. There’s no way I’m
going to have to spring you from jail because some car salesman thought you
were drunk.”
Jeffrey laughed at
that, causing both of their bodies to shake.
he said with a smirk. “But there will be
comments on what he picks out, otherwise I can tell you exactly what he’ll
want; it’ll be fast, expensive, and black,” he said with a roll of his eyes.
same body might have something to do with why I know him so well, but I think
he really is that fucking predictable.”
“You’re more than
willing to think the worst of him, though,” she pointed out.
still surprise you sometimes. Look at
you.” She brushed a lock of hair out of
his face. “Once a fucking sexy bachelor
who killed every woman that fell into his bed, and now, a fucking sexy married
man. A small change because you still
enjoy killing people, but enough of one that you threw your alter ego for a
loop.”
Jeffrey didn’t know
what to say to that. She was right.
him,” he admitted grudgingly. “He does
the same, I’m sure. It’s not a fucking
excuse, it’s a fact. But no, you’re
fucking right. Maybe he can change.
he can,” he muttered. He laughed then,
holding her tightly. “And I did throw
him for a fucking loop, didn’t I?”
“Mmm-hmm,” she
purred. “Something for which I am very
thankful.” She leaned over to kiss him,
pausing when he seemed to change in some indefinable way.
face had changed stly.tly. “So much for
sleeping in,” she mumbled.
“Fuck,” Sands
muttered, not moving. “Are you two doing
what I fucking think you’re doing? Never
mind, I fucking know you two are
doing what I fucking think you’re doing,” Sands said, completely aware of just
how . . . intimate his position with Salida was at the moment.
fuck me if I’m not surprised. Sorry, bad
choice of words. How do you propose we
solve this? And don’t tell me to back to
sleep, because I’m much too fucking awake for that to be possible now.”
Salida blushed
bright red, remembering just how intimately their bodies were joined, and
laughed disbelievingly. “Sands, if you
don’t ‘turn your back’ now, I’m going to do a lot more de the than just
breaking your finger. And if you want to
get any action of your own today, I suggest you not push me.”
“I’m going, I’m
going,” Sands assured her, feeling somewhat inexplicably embarrassed himself.
yourself fucking another man’s wife. He
greatly wanted to make a comment of some kind.
guarantee a reaction out of sunrise – most likely a bad one – but he wisely
held his tongue. “And good fucking
morning to the both of you too,” he grumbled, and left.
The couple quickly
parted, both regretting that they had to, and resenting Sands for making
them. Salida rolled herself in the
blankets and buried her still flaming face in a pillow.
worse?” she mumbled.
“No,” Jeffrey
declared. “Well, actually it could have,
but I really don’t want to fucking think about that right now.
happened. I should have fucking noticed
he was waking up,” he bent an arm over his face, blocking out the light.
feeling almost embarrassed as I’m sure you look right now.”
“Go fuck yourself,”
she muttered. She was in a bad mood
because she’d been interrupted while she was with her husband, and because now
that Sands was awake, he’d be leaving.
Not to mention she was humiliated to be caught in that position.
“Don’t fucking take
this out on me. I didn’t fucking ask
Sands to wake up, now did I?” he asked, pulling his arm off of his face and
sitting up on the bed to look at her. “I’m
sorry you’re fucking embarrassed but there’s nothing I can fucking do about
that. This would have happened sooner or
later and you fucking know it, vixen.”
“No, I didn’t
realize that, thank you very much.
Whenever I’m around you my common sense seems to melt away, so this
particular scenario has never appeared outside my nightmares.”
make the embarrassment go away. “And I’d
appreciate it if you didn’t lecture me,” she snapped, getting up and slamming
the door behind her as she went into the bathroom to take a shower.
There was no way in
hell Jeffrey was just going to let that stand.
behind his fuming wife, barging in through the bathroom door which she had been
seconds away from locking. “I wasn’t
done talking yet, vixen. So if you think
you can just walk away, you’re sorely mistaken.
fucking sorry we have a fucking third wheel with us no matter where we go.
it. You fucking knew that when you
married me and you sure as hell know about it now.”
tile angrily as he talked, completely unaware or at least not caring that he
was still completely naked. “And fine, I
won’t fucking lecture you. But don’t you
dare blame this on me. I didn’t ask for
any of this and fuck you if you think I did.
the table? You’re the one who made the deal with Sands.
the one who said he should be treated like a fucking adult and have time alone
to himself, not me. I’m sorry you’re
fucking pissed at me because Sands is going to take advantage of that deal, but
it’s not my fucking fault!”
Before she could
stop herself, she slapped Jeffrey across the face.
screamed: “I’m not fucking blaming
you for anything, you insensitive
lout! Before you jump the fucking gun,
maybe you should take into consideration that I’m embarrassed and humiliated
and that I need the chance to calm down before you start pointing the
finger! And if that’s how you really
feel, why don’t you just leave me the hell alone!?”
she regretted them, but she wasn’t going to back down unless she had too.
wasn’t going to let him get away with laying all the blame for this on her
feet.
The sound echoed off the hard bathroom tiles for almost a full minute
before it had fully sunk in what had just happened.
fucking slapped her. I can’t believe I
fucking slapped her.
words caught in his throat. Jeffrey just
stood there, his left arm still tense, staring at the blazing red handprint
across the right side of Salida’s face and the thin trail of blood that
trickled out of a corner of her lip. He
no longer felt angry. He no longer felt
anything. I fucking slapped her, he thought to himself again.
did, they would somehow make what had just happened so much more real than the
physical evidence on her face did, and he couldn’t deal with that right now.
away from her until his back hit the wall and he stood there dumbfounded before
sinking down to the floor.
“I don’t know why I
did that,” he said at last, not looking at her.
to look at her. He had never hit a woman
before. He had killed them time and time
again, but he had never actually hit a living, breathing woman before and
knowing that he now had made him feel sick.
guilt? he asked himself slowly, unable to give himself the answer he
sought. He had nothing to compare tsenssensation with; he had never felt guilt.
fucking similar to what guilt must feel like.
back of his brain but he didn’t care. He
couldn’t stop seeing the look on Salida’s face as he . . . slapped her.
and he vowed to himself that he wouldn’t fight it, no matter what she said or
did. He merely sat there, looking at her
feet as he waited for her to say something; anything.
Salida merely sunk
on the floor as her own legs had folded on her, a hand on the side of her face,
trying to cool the fire there. Fire that
was quickly being replaced by numbness.
She couldn’t believe she’d hit him . . . or that he’d actually hit her back
. . . but she wasn’t going to rail at him for it.
by, then he was already beating himself up over it.
it.
Swallowing hard,
she said in a barely audible voice, “We both lost control.
This was the first time that they’d ever really fought, and she found that she didn’t like it at all.
to stop. “I’m sorry,” she whispered,
willing to make the first concession. “I
should have explained why I was leaving.”
“I shouldn’t have
hit you. I can’t believe I fucking hit
you,” Jeffrey said slowly, still unable to put the whole horrible tableau out
of his mind. It was set to loop and he
couldn’t fucking stop it. “Lost control?
Yeah, that’s one way to fucking put it,”
he said with a bitter laugh. Jeffrey was
about to say more when he closed his eyes with a grimace and muttered.
“You don’t sound
all that happy to see–” Sands cut himself off as he took in Salida’s battered
state and knew immediately what must have happened.
why the fuck not? Knocked the wifey for
a good one I see, I applaud you,” Sands said dryly.
“Shut the hell up,
Sands, unless you want to find yourself sleeping away the next
You don’t know what you’re fucking talking about, and it’s not something
that you n’t n’t done yourself.” Salida
immediately jumped to her husband’s defense.
“I don’t fucking
hit women. Kill them, sure, when the
mood strikes me, but hit? Never.
off?” Sands was unfazed by Salida’s threat, and now he simply wanted to know
what had happened.
“You fucking hit
wearing that bruise for a week and it’s none of your damn business what
happened between us.”
“Sorry,” he
muttered, somewhat chastened. Since he
didn’t have anything else to say to that he simply remained wisely quiet.
“What time were you
planning on leaving?” Salida asked after several long, uncomfortable moments of
silence.
“I was going out
for breakfast, but you and Jeffrey can have time to talk if you want.
might be better for everyone if I just went back to fucking sleep, huh?” he
said with a sarcastic drawl. “It’s much too fucking early to be awake anyway.”
He left them alone without further ceremony.
Salida sat in
disbelief for a moment, shocked that he'd left without a fuss.
cold floor in the first place, she pulled herself across the tile towards her
husband, freezing when he shrunk from her.
“Lover?” she asked in puzzled whisper.
Why was he moving away from her?
Why wasn’t he saying anything?
“I fucking hit you,”
he said again slowly, still not looking at her.
face where she had inflicted her own slap; he deserved the pain.
consider myself fucking lucky all I did was just hit you, but I can’t.
hit her. I fucking hurt her.” It was clear he
wasn’t speaking to anyone but himself any longer.
“Jeffrey, I’m
alright.” Salida was getting
worried. He was taking this rather
hard. Harder than she was.
side of her face was simply numb. She
moved closer, her hands reaching out to brush against arm and shoulder.
I’ll listen.” He shuddered under
her hands.
“I hurt you.
he trailed off. “God, I can still hear
the fucking sound of it echoing in my fucking head.”
eyes wide. “Is this guilt?
from her again.
“Jeffrey . . .”
he couldn’t even identify what he was feeling?
“It happened. I didn’t mean to
slap you either. It was pure
reaction. There was no time for
thinking. I was mad, and I acted.
might need to have a talk,” she tried to tease, “but I’m not mad.
suffering for me.” One of her hands
slipped up to pet his temple with a light, cool touch.
need to replace it with something more pleasant.”
misinterpret it. So she simply leaned in
close and started whispering in his ear over and over again, “I love you, I
love you, I love you, I love you . . .” willing to repeat it until he relaxed
or her voice gave out on her.
“I don’t deserve
your fucking love after what I just fucking did to you,” Jeffrey mumbled,
having not really listened to – or at least accepted – anything she had just
said. “Guilt,” he muttered, shying away
from her touch when she tried to comfort him again.
in a voice almost too quiet to hear. “All
I see is the look on your face afterwards, and God that sound, that fucking
sound. . . You hated me then, I think,
if only a second. I deserved that hate.
again, as if saying it over and over would somehow convince his numbed brain
that what was happening was real and not some horrible nightmare.
“Jeffrey!” she
snapped, truly growing scared now. “You’re
not going to fucking hurt me any more than you are by pulling away from
me. And you’re right, you
does? Who deserves love?
ago. No
one – certainly not my own husband –
is going to convince me that I made a wrong choice. I choose to love
And this doesn’t change that.”
“And . . . and if you can’t believe that, then I don’t know how to help
you,” she whispered.
Deciding it’d be
best to leave him to his thoughts since there was nothing else she could say to
convincm, sm, she locked the door – making it clear he was to stay put for the
time being – and went ahead and climbed into the shower, turning on the
water. But first she warned him, “Don’t
you dare move from that spot, lover.”
going to have to kick his ass out of this trance that was hurting her so much.
“I’ve got nowhere
else to go,” Jeffrey said to himself since she obviously wouldn’t be able to
hear him over the roar of the water.
to himself. He leaned back against the
cold tile, hugging himself and shivering, trying not to think about the warm
shower with his even warmer naked wife inside.
think about her. You don’t deserve to be
with her now after what you just did.
him fucking feel like this? He didn’t
even fucking know if what he was feeling was guilt, but what else could it be?
even look at his own fucking wife for Christ’s sake?
he deal with this?
He had never known
guilt. Not until now.
was wrong, and yet he didn’t care. He
couldn’t be made to care. He still
couldn’t. If he was truly feeling guilt
for the first time, it wasn’t all encompassing.
people he had killed. They were gone,
they no longer mattered. If he hadn’t
killed them, something or someone else would have eventually.
of her. Because you hit her.
person who could cure that was the person he couldn’t stand to be around
because of what he had done. He had hurt
her without a second thought. And what
was worse, he knew he would do it again.
himself otherwise, he knew that he would and could hurt her again if he had to.
what he wanted. It was a matter of what
he had done, and would do. He was so
caught up in his own thoughts that he hadn’t noticed Salida turn off the water
and step out of the shower until she was already standing next to him.
“Get up,” she said
tonelessly, wrapping a towel around her dripping body.
way she could think of to make him believe that she still loved him and wanted
to be with him.
Jeffrey looked up
at her with an almost pitiable look on his face but did as she asked without
comment. to say what she obviously wanted to say, forcing his arms to his sides and
trying not to shiver.
She unlocked the
door and gestured for him to exit the room first.
it.
A brief look of
confusion and defiance flickered across his face before he turned and walked
out of the bathroom and back into the bedroom, doing what she had commanof
of
him without argument or question. He lay
down on the bed flat on his back, still shivering, but not moving to cover
himself up because she had told him not to.
hand-in-hand because he was certainly feeling the latter now, and he fucking
hated it. But it was no less than he
fucking deserved.
With a silent groan,
Salida pulled up the restraints still attached to bed.
with this whole ordeal and the fact that he was being so stubborn about
it.
atonement. How do you suggest you do
that, husband mine?” It was a rhetorical
question. Quickly she fastened him to
the bed, her shoulders slumping when he didn’t put up more than a token
resistance. “What am I going to do with
you, Jeffrey?” Her hand stroked the mark
she’d left on his face, although it was much less vivid than her own.
that, wouldn’t you?” She actually
doubted he would at the moment, but that was beside the point.
think I should do, lover?” He didn’t
answer. Sighing, she grabbed his chin
and made him look at her. “I
guilt.
“I don’t know,”
Jeffrey said, not wanting to look at her, but unable to look away.
me anymore, leave me. . .” He
practically had to choke the last two suggestions out.
independenture ure screaming at him over the whole situation.
out. “I don’t know what you should do.
until now. Can you understand that?” he
asked softly turning his eyes away from her despite the firm grip she had on
his chin.
was her worst fear as well. “Alright,”
she whispered. With arms that felt as if
they were weighted with lead, she reached over and picked up one of their
blindfolds. Without a word, she covered
his eyes. Then she got off the bed and walked
over to the dresser, opening and closing drawers to make it sound as if she
were getting dressed.
“We’ll both know
when you’ve learned your lesson,” she murmured, watching as he blindly tracked
her progress. Then, in the cruelest move
she’d ever made, she left the room and closed the door behind her.
the front door, and she opened and closed that one, making it sound as if she’d
left the suite entirely. Then she slid
to the floor on legs made of jelly, hugging her knees to her chest and
wondering when Jeffrey would realize that she’d left the restraints loose
enough that he could work himself free.
It wouldn’t be easy, but he didn’t need easy.
come after her no matter how much effort it took.
No matter what.
******************************
She left me.
himself in the darkness. Since he was
unable to see, the only thing he could do was listen to his own thoughts and
fears. He was trapped within his own
mind. This had to be hell, of that there
was no question. He was without control,
without sight . . . without love. He
could think of no greater punishment than this.
the front door close. She was gone.
really gone. She left me.
she had. And in the dark pit of fucking
guilt and despair that he currently found himself in, he knew without a doubt
that she wouldn’t be coming back. Ever.
been fucking ripped in half.
single-minded determination to get her back – no matter what – filled his
thoughts now as he yanked furiously at the restraints that bound his hands and
feet. If he had been able to think
clearly at that point, he might have questioned how he had been able to get
them off so ly, ly, but at the present, no such thoughts crossed his mind.
now free hand and leant over to free his feet.
again, he strode purposefully out the bedroom door and to the front of the
hotel room, not even stopping to consider that he remained undressed as strove
to get his fucking wife back.
Salida saw Jeffrey
come out of their bedroom, anger, loss, and determination written on his face.
were turned into shock. It’d taken
enough time for him to come out that she’d wondered if he had simply given
up. But here he was.
quietly, “Are you done beating yourself up over something that’s in the
past? Something that has
alone to collect myself? Are you ready
to let me comfort you yet?” That’s all
she wanted. All she wanted was to take
him into her arms and hold him, and make this all go away.
“How could you
fucking do that to me?” he asked after a long moment of pure shock.
leave–” He cut himself off, hurt that
she would do something like that to him – trick him like that – and pissed off
that he was hurt. “Do>“Don’t do that again,”
he practically pleaded with her softly.
me,” he said slowly, not able to face her for different reasons than guilt.
hated it.”
to let go of that until I ‘punished’ you, Jeffrey,” she said in a voice near
tears. “And it hurt.
you enough to forgive you. I didn’t know
how else to make you snap out of it, and I was afraid of what would happen if I
didn’t. an>San>So yes, I decided to make you
think I left. But did I?”
words. “I’m right here.
you, I won’t. Not willingly.
love . . . you,” she enunciated slowly.
“Let me prove it. Let me do
whatever it takes to prove it.”
“Alright,” Jeffrey
said softly. One word filled with all
the emotion, guilt and heartache he possessed within him at the moment.
anything to touch her, to hold her, and to be held.
could do was stare at her.
Salida once again
saw his difficulty, and she was more than willing to fix it.
hand and leading him back the bedroom. “I
love you,” she whispered, making him lie down on the bed as she pushed the
restraints out of the way. “I love you
more than I can say,” she pleaded with him, hoping he believed her, lying down
beside him and pulling him into her arms, holding him tightly.
and I refuse to let you doubt that.
that. I won’t let you doubt me.”
“I’m so sorry,
vixen,” he moaned into her neck. “So
very fucking sorry. I know you’re not
mad, I understand that, I think, but I need to say it anyway.
this entire fucking world and if I never hurt you again it will be too fucking
soon,” he eredered, burying his face in her hair and reveling in her touch.
needed this. He needed her touch.
More than he had words to describe.
for a moment with pain-filled eyes before leaning down to kiss her with a
mixture of passion and pure desperation.
finally ended the desperate kiss. “I don’t
doubt you, vixen. I know you love me.
you’re mine. Just . . . remind me every
fucking once and awhile, alright?” he asked softly, as much admittance at just
how strongly he needed her and relied on her being there as he was willing to
give.
“Every day,” she
promised, leaning in to kiss him softly.
She wasn’t sure if he wanted to have sex, or if was simply seeking more
reassurance, but she’d let hike wke whatever he needed.
you go without a fight.”
“You better fucking
not,” he murmured, pulling away from her kiss with a small smile that was both
a bit on the sleepy side and utterly content for the time being.
there with her, holding and being held, all day long, but he knew he couldn’t.
together though. He returned his face to
the crook of her neck and shoulder, taking pleasure in smelling her; the scent
of soap from her freshly washed skin a scent that was purely her and made him
smile to smell it. “Would you be surprised
to know that as I lay here next to you – both of us completely naked and
pressing up against one another – the only thing I’d like to do at the moment
is fucking fall asleep in your arms?” he asked a bit sheepishly, more than a
little embarrassed by his spur of the moment admittance.
“Yes and no,” she
said, returning his smile. “And if that’s
what you want, let me cover myself up real quick, and then you can go ahead and
do so. I want to watch you fall asleep in my arms.”
quickly climbed into a t-shirt and a pair of boxer shorts before returning to
him, closing her own eyes in contentment as he half laid on top of her, his
arms around her and his head resting on her shoulder.
sweetly, lulling him to sleep.