The two walked slowly down the Kathleen's room. They both wanted this to
be a memorable point in their relationship. The leisurely pace at which the
two walked to the bedroom was evidence of that...they wanted to take it slow
and have it a lasting memory.
Bell reached for the doorknob to Kathleen's room and turned it with ease.
Pushing the door open he allowed Ryan to lead the way. Once inside the
room, Kathleen turned, waiting for Bell to close the door behind them.
Bell stood by the door for a minute, just taking in the sight before him.
Here he was, in a bedroom that wasn't Megan's, with the most beautiful woman
in the world. He thought to himself, 'how'd I get so lucky?' Michael
quickly closed the gap between Kathleen and himself.
When he reached Kathleen he pulled her gently towards his body. They
stood there for a moment, their eyes speaking volumes of the love that they
shared for each other. In both sets of eyes was lust, desire, love, and
trust...all emotions that they felt for each other.
After a moment or two, Michael lowered his head so it was even with
Kathleen's lips. Ever so slowly, he began to kiss Ryan on the lips. With
each touch of Ryan's skin on Bell's he got bolder, slipping his tongue into
her mouth. Ryan eagerly gave him permission to proceed by opening her mouth
to give him better access. Soon, there was an intimate duel going on between
the two as each tongue tried to conquer the other.
Kathleen's hands moved from Bell's waist to his hair and then back again
to his waist as the passions between the two grew. She couldn't get enough
of him. Wanting more, she moved her hands to his chest, and began to
unbutton the collar to his shirt.
Michael continued to assault her body with kisses. As she found the
buttons on his collar, his hands continued to roam over her body and ended up
in the golden mane. Gently taking the elastic from its place, he let the
hair fall to her shoulders. Michael's hands curled themselves in her hair,
applying just enough pressure to make goosebumps appear on her scalp.
Finally, all the buttons on Bell's shirt were undone and the shirt fell
open, revealing just enough of his chest to stir a deep ache in Kathleen.
Softly placing her hands on his chest again, she pushed the piece of clothing
off Bell's shoulders and onto the ground. It was then that she took a minute
to step away from him and take in this sight. Michael was standing before
her, clad only in his pants, desire sparkling in his eyes...this is how she
wanted to remember him. It was different at the station. Sure Ryan had seen
Bell in just his briefs, but here, in her bedroom, it was different. She saw
him as a lover.
Michael took a seat on the edge of the bed, spreading his legs so
Kathleen could stand before him. Opening the robe that she was wearing Bell
began to kiss her stomach. This made Ryan moan and when Bell's hands went
around her waist to knead her buttocks she moaned even louder.
Soon, Ryan was on the bed with Bell on top of her. Both completely
naked, relishing in the feel of the other's closeness. Michael entered her
with one smooth movement. Together, they reached many shattering climaxes.
When they had spent their energy, they fell asleep in each other's arms.
****
That night was the best night of sleep Kathleen had gotten in a long
time. For the first time, she wasn't dreaming of what could be with Bell but
rather what had happened with him that night. This was evident by the moans
that escaped her during her sleep.
It was around 10:00 when Ryan began to stir. Reaching over, expecting to
see Michael, she felt around but found nothing. Lifting her head from its
resting spot on the pillow she looked over to where Michael should have been.
'Where'd he go now?'
Her eyes fell upon a single white rose that lay on the pillow next to
her. Taking it in hand, Kathleen brought the rose up to her nose and
inhaled. It was the sweetest, most intoxicating smell she had ever smelled.
As she got up out of bed she took her robe that was still where it had
fallen from last night and wrapped it around her. Ryan walked over to the
cedar bureau to make sure that she looked presentable before she went to see
where Michael had run off to. When she neared the gorgeous piece of wood,
she noticed a piece of folded paper on the top of it. Thinking it was one of
those letters that are written saying it was a mistake or that they should
just be friends, she opened it slowly. It read:
Dear Kathleen,
At first it seemed shocking but now the idea tickles my tongue
and intrigues my curiosity beyond d the ability to rationalize or resist.
I want to live with you! I want to wake each morning in your
arms, comforted by your oddness, seduced by your knowledge of my
ways.
I want to care for you. Brush your hair, put lotion on your
scars.
And pet you at bedtime, watching your eyes close slow like a child's,
heavy with the thousand things that filled your day.
Love Always,
Michael
Tears welled up in her eyes as she read the note over again, not
believing that such a poetic thing could come from Michael. Never before had
Kathleen thought that anyone would say such things to her...and to know that
this came from the man that she had given herself to heart, body, and soul
made it so much more special.
Standing in the doorway was Michael, loving the way his words made her
feel. She would never know that he had spent hours trying to figure out what
to say in that note. When Kathleen had fallen asleep last night, Bell got up
and started to write the letter. Many hours later, and many many sheets of
paper later, the note had been completed. 'That was the easy part of it
Michael. You have to ask...do it now!'
Amazed that he wasn't noticed yet, he walked further into the room.
Kathleen saw a slight movement and turned her head to see Michael coming
towards her, love in his eyes. Taking Ryan's hands in his, he knelt before
her. "Kathleen, you shower my world with your love. For that I'm eternally
grateful. I want to show you that for the rest of our lives. Will you marry
me?"
'Did he just ask me to marry him?' She stood there, shocked. Kathleen
quickly recovered and answered him. "Yes, yes I'll marry you Michael."
Michael slipped the engagement ring onto her finger. Quickly he stood
and kissed her with more passion, love, and desire than the night before.
Picking Ryan up in his arms, he carried her over to the bed. Laying her
gently down on the covers, he began to untie her robe. When the tie was
undone, he unwrapped it. She lay there, under him, totally exposed, and
trusting.
Michael's tongue thrusted deeply into her mouth, her own finding his and
dueling with it erotically. His hands moved upwards to cup her breast. She
unconsciously ground her hips against his delighting in the feel of his
arousal against her skin. Slipping her other hand down to his hips, she
pulled him closer to her and pushed against him erotically, wanting more of
him.
He nudged Kathleen's head to the side and nuzzled his way down the side
of her face to her neck where he placed a string of kisses to the sensitive
area. He teased her mercilessly as he continued to suck gently on her neck
smiling as she moaned in pleasure. His hands caressed the tops of her thighs,
the flat expanse of her belly, moving upwards to cup her breasts without the
hindrance of fabric, his hands drifted yet still lower, his fingers caressing
her soft curls and slipped into her moist folds.
He continued his ministrations until he could stand it no longer. In one
fluid motion Michael entered her.
The love making was great. This was going to be a great life together.
The end.
