Just when their lips were about to come in contact with each other,
the shrill sound broke the spell. Mumbling something inaudible, Ryan leaned
over to the night stand and picked up the phone. "Hello?"
"Okay, he'll meet you there. Talk to you soon." With that, Kathleen
hung up the phone. "There's been an accident and the guys need your help.
There was a call into the station and some people are trapped in a building
on Elmwood Ave."
Bell looked into Kathleen's eyes, trying to figure out how she felt
about this. What he could see there was disappointment, joy, and could it
be...love? "Are you sure? I'm supposed to be staying here taking care of
you."
Kathleen responded with more force than she thought she had. "Yes.
I'm sure. The guys need your help...the people trapped need your help. I'll
be here...I'm not going anywhere." She pointed to her leg and the rest of
her aching body.
"Okay...I'll be back as soon as I can." He reached over and kissed
her one more time before leaving the room.
****************
The next week and a half went well. Ryan's physical therapy was
going well. She was well ahead of schedule and would be back to duty in
another week. After returning from physical therapy Ryan went into her room
and changed because she and Bell were going out for dinner.
Dinner was fantastic. They went to a fine dining restaurant that had
dishes that were at the least $15, exqusit wines, and lots of dancing room.
Bell and Ryan took advantage of each one, enjoying each to their fullest.
After dinner they went and got some ice cream and then headed for
home. Michael headed into the bedroom to check on how Kathleen was doing.
To his suprise, she was still up. Their eyes met and held, making the moment
last forever. Michael and Kathleen's lips met for the first time. It
started out gently enough, but they had waited too long and gone through too
much for that to be enough. Soon, white hot desire filled the endless kiss.
Kathleen's hands went to his hair where they played, all the while she
pressed her body tightly against Michael's, whose closed eyes and the groans
coming from deep within his body told of desire, lust, and need he felt. His
hands tightened around Kathleen's waist and spine.
Ever so gently Bell lowered Ryan's body onto the bed, careful not to
hurt Ryan's frail body. Due to the condition of Ryan's body, Bell was just
content to lay next to her and kiss her. However, an occasional move of the
hand elicited an erotic sound from Kathleen.
After an hour or so of passion-filled kisses and caresses, Bell
decided it was time to get some sleep. "You know, as much as I'm enjoying
this, you need your rest if you're to recover quickly."
Ryan knew that this was true but she was reluctant to give up what
they had started. "I know, I just don't want to stop. Plus, this is new
territory for us and we shouldn't rush it. Will you stay with me? No
touching, I promise." She gave a smile that would melt anyone's thoughts of
protest.
"Sure. I'll stay." Bell pulled the covers over the two of them and
Ryan was quickly off to sleep. It had been a crazy couple of days and she
was tired.
**************
Kathleen began to stir around 10:30 but didn't wake up until quarter
of 11. She rolled over onto her side fully expecting to find Bell still
sleeping there. Instead, and much to both her excitement and disappointment,
she found a note with a white rose (her favorite). Quickly she opened the
note and read it. There was a poem there:
Awaken love,
the sun beats itself
upon our windowsill
and dawn is well spent into day
Awaken, love
open your eyes
lighting all they touch upon
in wondrous blaze
Upon the streets
a kitten's mew
and beggar's shoe
are calling
and the voiceless
ask to borrow yours
so sweet and
always falling
Awaken, love
we are a pair
to knives, two flags
two slender stocks of wheat
And the song that sleeps
inside your mouth
is the song which bids
my heart to beat
For without your hands
your battle cry
your timid fearless
roaming eye
I would be awkward hands
with no flag
with no pulse
no boast to brag
I'll always be there for you Kathleen.
Love,
Michael
She smiled to herself...this was definitely the best couple of weeks
for her.
****
Kathleen held the letter to her heart, knowing that it's where the
words came from. A minute or so later she took the note in hand, put on her
robe, and went to go see if Bell was still at her house.
As she rounded the corner to the kitchen a wondrous smell greeted
her. A combination of the smell of her house, and the wonderful breakfast
that Michael was preparing filled her nostrils. Quickly, yet silently so he
didn't hear her, Ryan closed the space between her and Bell. Upon reaching
him, her arms went around his strong waist and rested on the front of his
muscular chest. Nuzzling her head in his shoulders, Kathleen remembered what
had happened over the course of the few weeks Bell had been at her house.
Turning around, still in Ryan's arms, Michael placed soft kisses on
her lips, her nose and eyes before moving on to the more sensitive area of
the neck. His actions were rewarded with sweet moans that came from his
partner. "Mmm" was the only thing that came from her mouth. Tilting her
head further back so Michael had better access to her neck, she continued to
allow him to show her how much he was enjoying their newly found relationship.
"How about we skip breakfast and go straight to desert?" This famous
pick up line sounded like a good offer. Just as Ryan was about to respond,
her stomach decided it would have its say, grumbling so loud that Michael
could hear it. This broke up what had promised to be a great time for all
concerned.
"I think we had better eat" a playful grin crossed his lips.
Michael reached around and took a strawberry from a bowl. Placing it
between two of his fingers, he spoke seductively, "open your mouth." Ryan
eagerly agreed to this simple demand and opened her mouth all the while,
closing her eyes. Placing some of it in her mouth, he waited for her to bite
into it. When Ryan did, he pulled the rest away from her mouth. Bell
quickly replaced the missing fruit with his lips where the sweetest taste met
them...the taste of strawberry combined with the taste of Ryan's lips drove
him crazy.
All thoughts of food were quickly forgotten as the kiss deepened.
Tongues dueled with each other and hands explored the other's bodies. It was
Ryan who was the first to break up the quickly escalating passions between
her and Michael. "How about my room?" Her eyebrows moved in a suggestive
way.
"Sounds like a great plan." Michael allowed Ryan to let her arms to
drop to her sides but not before grabbing her index finger in a strong hold.
She turned and started down the hall towards the bedroom with Michael right
behind her.
