"Uhm ... well ... I was goin' to Jus' grandparents' place. I wasn't exactly thinking I would need ... uh ... they weren't on the packing list." 

It suddenly dawned on her what the problem was, and her mouth formed an 'O'. Mentally shaking her head, she said, "Chris...." 

He broke in, saying, "Well ... maybe we could ..." 

"Chris..." 

"I mean ... I really liked what I was doing before ..." 

"Chris!" 

"Huh?" he said, looking rather confused. 

"Shut up!"

"But, I really don't wanna stop!" he said, almost whining. 

Kate had to hold back a laugh. He looked like someone had told him it was time to leave the amusement park. She reached over and took his chin in her hand. "In my pants," she said. 

"What?" he asked, a puzzled expression settling on his face. 

"I didn't only get a blanket in the bedroom," she replied, winking at him. 

He grinned as he scrambled over to where he had thrown her pants, beginning to dig in the pockets. 

"My ... don't you seem eager," she giggled. 

After turning the pockets inside out, he found what he was looking for. He held the small foil packet up like a trophy. "Hey, I live with guys all the time ... it's kinda hard to find privacy for anything, and this ... you can forget it!" he said, coming to lie down beside her. 

She smiled at him, "Well, we have time now, and there is no one to bother us." She reached for the condom. "Here ... let me do that for you." He kissed her and handed her the packet. 

Quickly, she sat up, a mischievous grin on her face. "Ya know ... this could be really interesting ... if...." 

"If what?" he asked. "Hold up ... don't answer that. From the look on your face, I'm not sure I'm gonna like the answer." 

Tearing open the packet, she removed the condom. "Aw come on, Chris. This'll be fun!" 

"Now I know I don't wanna know." He started laughing when she pouted at him. "Okay, okay ... tell me." 

Kate turned around to face him, sitting up on her legs. "Cool!" she said. "This is my idea. I put the condom on you, but you can't touch me while I do it." 

"Is that all?" he scoffed. "I thought you were gonna do something that I couldn't handle." 

She reached out and smacked his chest. Shooting him a hurt look, "Oh really, huh? We'll just have to see about that." 

"Ow!" he said. "Oh Katie, don't be mad, please. I'm not making fun of you. I was just playin'." 

She refused to answer him, just shaking her head. Leisurely, she took his manhood in her hand, pumping it a bit. Her eyes traveled up his body to meet his. Locking eyes with him, she lowered her head to take him into her mouth. 

He stared into her eyes while she moved up and down on his shaft. It was so sensual, feeling her suck on him while she watched him, then all thoughts were gone except for her mouth on his throbbing member. 

While she had him in her mouth, she used her tongue to massage him. She liked the way his eyes seemed to roll back in his head when she rubbed over a particularly pleasurable area. He moaned as he took full advantage of the lifted restrictions by running his fingers through her hair, though he was careful to keep from pulling it. 

Lingeringly, she eased him from her mouth. "I just wanted another taste of you," she said, a wicked look creeping into her eyes. "Lay still, sweetie ... I'm not done, yet." 

Uh oh ... I might be in trouble, he thought to himself, as he looked at the purely evil glint in her eyes. But I really like her calling me 'sweetie'. He settled himself back, trying to prepare for whatever she had cooked up in her fertile imagination. 

Kate sat up again. Casually, she brought the condom to her mouth and sucked the bulbous tip between her lips, holding it there. 

Chris' eyes grew wide. "You wouldn't," he said in little more than whisper. 

She just grinned around the condom, then leaned down over his manhood again. Aligning the condom with the tip of his erection, she began unrolling it down his shaft with her lips until he was deep in her mouth. She held the condom in place while she pulled back with her lips, sucking on him hard as each inch appeared. 

His hands roamed over her head, then gripped her shoulders at the rapturous sensations she was creating. Just as her mouth released him, he pulled her body up, then quickly rolled her over onto her back. When the roll was completed, his upper body was covering hers. 

Her eyes were wide with surprise. "Woah ... what a ride," she said. As she looked into his eyes, she forgot what she was going to say next. His eyes had taken on a sensual quality that sent tremors of excitement throughout her body. 

"Sorry about that," he said, grinning unrepentantly. "Maybe I'm a little too enthusiastic. Should I try and slow down a bit?" 

"You don't have to," she whispered. His body was a welcome weight over her. 

Gently, he kissed her as he moved one leg between hers. His mouth moved down over her chin, then slid along her neck. "You are so beautiful," he whispered, as he ran his lips along the supple skin covering her shoulders. His mouth wandered down to her chest, and his hands held her breasts from underneath, while his tongue roved over them. 

Chris blazed a trail up between her breasts and up her throat to her mouth. Shifting his weight, he moved his other leg between hers as he kissed her deeply. He rested his hips on hers, rocking them lightly against her womanhood. 

Kate slowly raised her legs to surround his hips, opening herself to him fully. His lips left hers, then kissed the tip of her nose and her forehead. "I want you so much," he said, looking deeply into her eyes. 

"Make love to me, Chris." 

A tingling sensation ran over his spine at her words. She was giving him, asking him to give her, what he desired above all else in this stolen time they had together. Slowly, he rubbed his manhood against her nether lips. 

She felt him glide over her, opening her to the strength of his arousal. Gradually, he entered her, allowing her body to acclimate to his size. He wanted to drive inside her, feel her walls collapse around his shaft, but this time was too special to rush. He felt a need to imprint this time on her memory. 

He eased himself into her until he was buried totally, then circled his hips against her. She could feel his movement deep inside of her, feel him touch every aspect of her inner recesses. His body was in complete contact with hers, every change in his position causing friction along her nerve endings. Her head rolled back against the rug beneath her, as her body arched into his. 

He pulled out a bit at a time, then sank back inside of her, the walls of her womanhood holding him, caressing him. He set a slow, easy rhythm, languidly building the tension between them. Her arms wrapped around him as they swam in a sea of sensuality. 

Chris eased his hands beneath her shoulders, pulling her close and driving deeper inside of her. As their pace increased, their breathing came in short pants, and their moans turned to cries of passion. Her body moved in time with his, matching his every thrust. 

Her hands gripped his back, her nails grazing his skin. "Chris ... oh God ... Chris!" 

His thrusts became almost animalistic at the sound of her cries. "Katie! Yes, baby!" He drove wildly inside of her and she wanted more. Her body was moving uncontrollably under his, her cries urging him on. He could feel her body tensing under his. He knew she was close. "I ... need ... you," he said, breathlessly. "Come ... with ... me." 

"Oh ... Chris!" she cried. Her orgasm ripping through her, she felt him tense under the influence of his own. 

Their strength depleted, Chris rested his weight on her, then kissed her throat. Her arms wrapped around him while their breathing slowed to normal. 

"Oh God," he managed, after a time. He kissed her neck again, tracing a path up to her chin. 

"I think I'll second that," she said, her breathing still a bit ragged. 

Lifting his head, he looked into her eyes. Her eyes were shining with an inner joy. He could feel their warmth run through him. "Katie ... that was ..." he said. "That was the most ... I don't have words for how wonderful that was." 

"Awe-inspiring? Amazing? Extraordinary? Those are a few terms that come to my mind," she said, with a grin, as her hands ran over his back. 

"All of those ... and more," he said. He kissed her deeply and passionately, allowing all his unspoken feelings to permeate the exchange. Chris leaned over to grab the comforter and pull it over the two of them. 

"I would have been happy to just have you as my blankie," she said. She helped him cover the two of them, cocooning them in warmth. 

"And who says I don't want that, too?" he asked. "I just don't want my butt getting frosty." He pulled himself out of her slowly. "You stay right here ... I gotta take care of something," he said, looking down at himself. 

Kate cuddled up in the comforter, watching Chris. He was in a hurry, the cooler air of the room an unwelcome change. His task complete, he rushed to her, diving under the cover. When his chilly skin came in contact with hers, she squealed and backed away. 

"Oh no you don't," he said, grabbing her and pulling her close. 

"Chris! You're cold," she said. She pushed at him half-heartedly, laughing all the while. 

He laid down over her, warming himself with her body heat. "Ah, now this feels much better," he said. "Hmm ... maybe I should put my feet on you ... they're really cold!" 

"No!" she said in mock horror. 

Laughing, he helped her turn toward the fire, spooning her body into his and securing the blanket around them. He laid his head on a pillow that had fallen to the floor earlier, and put his arm under her head. "Now, this is what I like," he said. 

"And what would that be?" she asked. She squirmed a bit, fitting herself into his form. He feels so warm and comforting. It's so nice to be held ... it's almost as if he cherishes me. Who are you kidding, lady? Wishful thinking ... just wishful thinking. Enjoy this while you can. She sighed and smiled, relaxing in the warmth of their sanctuary. The loss of power had meant a loss of heat from the furnace, so they were relying solely on the fire for heat now. 

"That would be...." he said, saucily mimicking her words then turning serious. "That would be the feeling of having you with me ... being able to hold you ... just being here with you." He hugged her, kissing the back of her head and inhaling her scent. Peace. When was the last time I felt something even close to this?

"If I'm not careful, I'll be off to dreamland soon," she said, with a sleepy sigh. She just felt so calm. With him holding her, she felt safe and protected for the first time in years. She knew that she could sleep now, that the nightmares were banished during this idyllic moment in time. 

"I know this was no dream, but if it was ... I don't think I wanna wake up," he told her. He gazed upon the fire without seeing it, while scenes of their time together played through his mind. 

"I could pinch you," she teased. "Then we would both know if you're dreaming. Well, I would if I thought I could move." 

"Naw, let's just pretend we did and stay exactly like this," he sighed contentedly, almost drifting off to sleep himself. 

"That sounds so good to me," she said. She lay quietly for a few minutes, letting the serenity sink into her completely. Her thoughts spilled out of her mouth. "My God that was fantastic." 

Roused from his near dream state by her voice, he said, "Stop ... you're gonna give me a big head." He smiled against her shoulder, then kissed her cheek and lips as she turned in his arms to face him. 

"Ya know ... I like it when you get the ... big head," she said, smiling and wiggling her eyebrows. "That sounds very good to me." 

He laughed, shaking his head and molding her body to his. "You are too much sometimes," he said through his laughter. "But, then again ... sometimes I want so much more." God, I wish I didn't have to leave tomorrow. Quartets are nice, too. Maybe the rain won't let up and they won't be able to fix the bridge? He sighed deeply, as he brought her head to lay upon his chest. 

Kate snuggled into his warmth, relaxing on him. Suddenly, the lights came on blinding them and causing them to jump. "Oh damn ... perfect timing," she moaned. "Who's gonna get up to turn them off?" She looked up at him with big puppy dog eyes. 

He rolled his eyes, then jumped up and ran to the switch with the same zeal he used when searching her pants pockets. Her laughter filled the room as he came to a skidding stop at the wall, stopping himself with his hands. 

"While you're up...." she said. Chris pushed away from the wall, quickly crossing the room to dive under the covers once more. He snuggled up with her and she giggled as he tickled her. Squirming, she tried to get away from his questing fingers. "Stop! Stop!" she said, attempting to catch her breath. He wound his arms around her, his face buried in the crook of her neck. Breathing in her scent, he leaned over her, laying her back on the rug. 

"Do you know how stunning you are in your happiness?" he asked. His hands moved over her shoulder to hold her cheek, as he kissed her reverently. 

Her eyes closed at the touch of his lips. Happiness? Her thoughts raged in her mind. Life had been anything but peace and happiness for her, but this man saw joy in her. Where had it been hiding? Why was it here now? Where would it go when he leaves? She hugged him tightly for a moment, then pulled her lips away. 

"What's wrong? Should I have unplugged the phone while I was up?" he asked, joking with her. 

"Don't worry about the phone. Once it goes out, it doesn't come back for at least 24 hours," she said, chuckling. "Can you reach that small remote on the side table?" 

"That one?" he asked, a whine punctuating his voice. "The one way over there?" 

"Oh Chris ... no. The round one on this end," she said. She pointed to the table to the right of the couch. It was only a couple of feet from his head, but he acted like it was a walk along the Great Wall of China. 

Stretching, moaning the whole time, he grabbed the remote and handed it to her with a look saying he had completed a feat of herculean magnitude just for her. She showed him proper gratitude; she batted her eyelashes at him and gave him a simpering smile, like some 1940's heroine, before taking the remote from his hand. Pointing it toward the bookshelf, she asked, "How about some music, now that the power gods have deigned to smile upon us?" 

"Tired of the sound of my voice?" he quipped, tickling her again. 

"No! No ... it's not that! I promise!" she said, laughing. 

He relented, a wolfish grin on his face. "Yeah, yeah, yeah," he said, "heard that before. Naw, I'm just messin'. Music sounds like a good idea." 

"Anything in particular you wanna hear?" she asked, while racking her brain trying to remember which cd was in which slot. 

He leaned up on his elbow. "'Tis your house, milady. 'Tis your choice," he said, ducking his head in a small bow. 

"Hmmm ... what should I play," she said, her brow furrowing in thought. All at once, her eyes lit up and she said, "OH ... that would be perfect!" Lifting the remote, she chose the cd and pushed the play button. 

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