She was awoken by her alarm the next morning, and sat up instantly, taking in their position. Fortunately it was harmless. He sat slumped on the couch, pretty much the same position he'd fallen asleep in, as if he'd fallen asleep sitting up, and she was curled up in a ball. She threw the blankets off and put her feet down, stretching slowly. She was way too stiff. Today was going to be rough. She heard his alarm sound from her room, and went to retrieve his phone. She took it off it's charger, and carried it to him, and layed it on the arm of the couch next to his head. After a minute, he woke up and silenced his alarm just as she was disappearing into the bathroom. As she showered and dressed for the day in dark blue jeans, pink Chucks and a pink t-shirt, she thought about last night. They had been so close to sleeping with eachother, and then the stalker turned up again, then the ending on the couch. They'd had a "moment", fortunately it wasn't a physical one. Unfortunately, emotional "moments" were worse than physical, in her book. But on the other hand, even after talking to him, and asking him the couple of questions, she still felt bad he was here alone, and she was being a bitch on purpose. Her mom would'ev lectured her about manners. She knew him coming to her house was a game-changer. It was hard to be a bitch when her hospitality and manners had to trump her moods. And she knew they couldn't go to another hotel, they would just find them there too. And if she had to be in a one bed place, she'd rather be home, where hopefully tonight she'd have the couch to herself. Not in a position where she had to share a small bed.
She finished with brushing her teeth, exited the bathroom, and went to strap on her holster. She felt so much more in control when she had her gun on her. While he got ready, she put a couple bagels into the toaster and started some coffe. While those were going, she sliced up some strawberries and apples, then added grapes to the plate she set in the middle of her small two person table. When he came out, she was setting the butter and cream cheese on the table.
"Morning," she said, noticing he'd stopped to watch her curiously. "I had some time, so this was quick." She motioned to the table. When he didn't move, she continued. "I hope you like strawberries, grapes or apples, with coffee and bagels." Finally, a smile bloomed on his face, and she was relieved.
He made his way into the kitchen and sat while she gathered the coffee mugs, sugar and cream, watching her. He had to admit he was skeptical, why she was doing this. He didn't know this side of her. Was it because she was comfortable in her own home, to prepare breakfast? Or did something from last night's conversation have a certain affect on her? Maybe she just got better sleep, or she was growing more comfortable with him. Whatever it was, he liked it, and was thankful for it. Not to mention the view he had of her backside as she spun around her kitchen like a well trained ballerina, gathering way more supplies for the table than necessary. When she finally sat across from him, he gave her a smile.
"This looks amazing, Officer Hale. Thank you." He picked up his coffee.
"So did you sleep well? You looked kind of uncomfortable," she said casually.
"Better, definitely. I am sorry for falling asleep on your couch," he said.
"Well, if you'd like, you can have the couch, if you'd prefer." She picked up her bagel and took a small bite.
"If you don't mind," he said. "The t.v."
She nodded, understanding. "No problem."
They finished in silence, then made their way to the set.
Everything was going good, she was moving around his trailer slowly, watching him and the crowd as usual, when she noticed a small disturbance over by the barracade behind his trailer. She made her way over, and when the officer on duty trying to handle the issue spotted her, he flagged her over quickly. With a final check of her client, and was reasured that he was in the middle of shooting a scene, she jogged over to the officer.
"Officer Hale," he greeted.
She nodded. "What's going on?" she asked.
"This delivery girl insists on getting through the barricade to deliver this to Mr. Pattinson's trailer." He gestured to the flower bouquet and balloons the delivery girl was holding. She narrowed her eyes, recognizing the blonde girl's face. She glanced over her shoulder at him, still filming, then to the trailer. She saw another girl climbing the steps to his trailer. "Hold it. Don't let the delivery girl go, I'll be right back," she told the officer, then ran full out to his trailer. Watching the girl lift her hand to place it on the door knob, she recognized the brunette. They were the pair of girls who'd come knocking on their hotel door that night. Those two little sneaky bitches. She coiled her legs, prepairing to jump as the girl turned the knob. She launched herself, grabbing on to the railing of the steps and swung over the top, kicking the door shut, then landing in front of the girl, obviously surprising her. She grabbed the girl and twirled her around, so the girl's back was towards her, and pulled out a set of plastic zip-tie handcuffs from the inside pocket of her coat she always carried, and secured the girls' wrists. "You have no authorizaton to be here," she told the girl as she tried to catch her breath. "Have a seat." She pushed the girl down so she was sitting on the steps. As the girl began to swear at her, Esme pulled out a walkie talkie and turned towards where she'd ran from. She noticed that the other officer was struggling with the other girl, and a couple other officers hurrying to assist him. "Make sure you cuff her, we need her prints," she said into the radio. When she was sure that situation was under control, she pulled out her cell phone and called her boss. "Grainger, you need to get your ass over here, we've got two suspects that need to be detained," she said quickly. "Over behind Mr. Pattinson's trailer. Yeah." She hung up, tucked the phone into a pocket and hauled the girl up by her elbow, bringing her face to face. "You recognize me?" she asked the girl. She only blinked. "Good. Stop fucking with us. You're not going to get past me," she said angrilly, then spun her around and marched her down the stairs. At the bottom, she glanced over at him, and saw he was watching with an anxious expression. She gave him a thumbs up, and continued pushing the girl along to meet her boss by the other. As she got closer to the group of officers and the other girl, she told them, "As bad as I want to persue this personally, I'm on high alert. Keep me updated?"
"Sure," Grainger guaranteed. "Good work getting the other," he nodded towards the girl in front of Esme.
"Thanks. So I saw the initial commotion over here with her," she pointed to the brunette, "and came to see what was going on. When I got closer I recognized her as one of the two that knocked on our hotel door the night before last. When she was alone, I had a feeling the other was around somewhere, so I checked back at Mr. Pattinson's trailer, and saw her climbing the stairs to his door, trying to enter. I ran across and caught her, and now, well... I think if you check the tapes from the hotel you'll see they're the same girls, and you might match their prints, or they know the hotel clerk that told them, and also gave access to the room to the person who stole Mr. Pattinson's belongings," she said.
"We'll bring them down to the station and hold them for 48 hours while we look into everything," Grainger told her. She nodded, then turned on her heel to go stand by the bottom of the stairs of his trailer. Hopefully there was no more excitement like that, she thought. Although, it was kind of fun, with the adrenaline rush and all. She smiled to herself, pleased she was able to be the one to put them in for forty eight hours and make that time hell for them, after the attitude they'd given her the other night.
A couple hours later, he came walking towards her quickly.
"What happened?" he asked anxiously. "Tell me in my trailor? I have one more scene to shoot," he told her. When she nodded, he led her up the stairs and inside. He sat in his chair as the makeup artist began to work, and he motioned for her to sit on the stool opposite him. He looked at her expectantly while the artist redid his hair.
"How much did you see?" she asked.
"I saw you running towards the trailer, jump up, and catch the girl," he told her.
She nodded, and watched the artist work as she spoke, recounting the latest events to him.
"So you think this is all connected to them?" he asked once she'd finished.
"I hope so, I'd hate to think there were more crazy people."
"Crazy people as in obsessed with me, or crazy people who are like those two girls, the stealer, and the girl who tackled me first?"
She laughed. "Well, definitely crazy as in the last three, different in the first one. Everyone's obsessed about something," she told him. She watched the artist touch up his makeup. "Some just choose to go about it the crazy way," she added, getting a smile from him. Whew, that was a close one. It would have been so easy to be so rude to him right there, she thought to herself.
"Alright," the artist said. "You're ready."
"Thank you," he said, and stood. Esme stood too, and followed him out and down the steps. He turned to her when she was on the final step, putting them at the same height.
"I appreciate you," he said quietly with a soft smile, looking into her eyes. He wished they were alone so he could kiss her. It was then he realized he owed her for several occasions, and an idea dawned on him. He would have to wait to be away from her to act on it though.
"You're welcome," she said in the same tone, searching his eyes. After a moment, when she was sure his next move would to be to move in for a kiss, but didn't, he turned and walked back to the set. She decended the last stair, and made another circle around his trailer, then slowly widened it again, always keeping an eye on the trailer and him, letting her mind wander. Why was it, in the last twenty four hours, he'd managed to start dinging dents in her wall? Chipping away, getting closer and closer to the tenderness that would seep through?
Before she knew it, she saw the crew packing up, and she knew it was time to be done for the day. She waited for him by his trailer. They walked next to eachother quietly on their way to the car.
"Did you want to do anything tonight?" she asked, hoping he'd say no. She was exhausted after today's activities.
"I was kind of hoping to stay in today, maybe order in and watch a movie?"
Her tired body screamed in thanks. Sitting for five minutes in the car was bringing back the soreness twofold from her sleeping position last night, and after the stunts and adrenaline this afternoon.
"Okay," she said simply, silently thanking him. She pulled into her underground garage and parked, then led him up. She hoped she could get into the shower first, then some comfortable clothes, and park on the couch and not move until she dragged her tired ass to bed. At least she'd get to sleep in her bed tonight. She groaned quietly at the thought, then widened her eyes then squeezed them shut, praying he hadn't heard. If he had, he didn't say anything. She unlocked the door and let him in, then locked it behind him. As if he'd heard her prayer, he offered to let her shower first.
"Thanks. After touching those girls, ugh," she said with a shudder. She quickly ran into her room to her dresser, grabbed clean underware and clothes, and dashed into the bathroom. Locking the doors, she turned on the shower.
He heard the doors close and the shower turn on, so he went to the kitchen to sit at the table and look through his phone to find places that delivered. Pizza sounded amazing, so he found a place and dialed, then stood up quickly to find a magazine or envelope, something that had her address, then ordered a large pepperoni with a side order of buffalo wings and a two liter of Sprite after telling them her address. After he paid with his card, he fished around for plates, napkins, and cups, and set them down of the coffee table in front of the t.v., not wanting her to have to do anything. He went to the bathroom door and put his ear against it, and figured it would be safe to make his first call. With that taking only five minutes, he heard the water shut off, and knew he didn't have enough time to make his last call. It'd just have to wait till tomorrow. He browsed around, looking at the pictures, killing time, hoping his calls would come through before she got out of the shower. About ten minutes later, there was a knock at the door, and he dashed to it, looked out the peep hole, saw it was the pizza guy, and his extra surprise. Pleased, he grabbed a baseball cap hung by the door, tugged it on, unlocked and opened the door with a grin on his face. Taking his items, he closed the door with his foot and went to set them on the coffee table, ran back to the door and locked it, then went back to the table and arranged his items. He set each place setting on opposite ends of the table, with the food in between them, and his surprise. He poured the soda into the champagne glasses, and liked the way it bubbled. They could pretend. He turned off the lights in the kitchen, so only the glow of the t.v. was on, then went into the bedroom to gather his shower kit and clean clothes. The bathroom door opened, then closed. He looked up when the bathroom door in the bedroom opened, and she stuck her head out, hair all wet and sleek around her face and over one shoulder.
"Hey," he said, picking up his clothes.
"Hey. Um, I have a favor to ask," she said hesitantly, her hand toying with the wet end of her hair.
"Sure," he said.
"In my haste to get into the shower, I accidentally grabbed my sleep shorts instead of my pants. Could you go into my second drawer and find me a pair of pants?"
He laughed quietly. "Ah, okay," he said, and went to her dresser and opened the second drawer, then paused, and turned back to her. "You have sleep shorts?"
"Yeah."
"Why aren't you happy with those?"
Her brows drew together. "Shorts being the key word," she told him.
He smiled and nodded. "So you can wear an incredibly short skirt, which is my guess shorter than your sleep shorts, out in public, but in your own home-"
"Fine," she cut him off, then opened the door. "Your turn," she told him. His eyes went to her sleep shorts. He was wrong. The shorts were shorter than her skirt. They were like those boy short panties, but with pockets, a drawstring at the waist, and trim around the edges, and red. He swept his eyes up to hers, making sure to notice she was wearing a matching spaghetti strap tank top. Against her tanned skin and dark hair, she looked like a minx. He tore his unwilling eyes away from her, and scooped up his items. She stepped out of the door, letting him pass.
She'd seen the gleam appear in his eye, and her confidence got a boost. Maybe she wouldn't change when he was in the shower after all, just to torture him. It was a good thing she'd shaved. It was his idea after all for her to not change, so maybe she'd take his advice. She opened and closed the drawer multiple times, whenever she decided for or against the idea of changing. And honestly, the thought of changing didn't sound so appealing. Well, she'd just cover up with a blanket, she thought, and closed the drawer a final time with a bang. She turned to leave the room, and the bathroom door opened, and she jumped back in surprise.
"I think that's the fastest shower in history," she said. She watched his eyes sweep over her, then a smile bloom on his face as his eyes met hers.
"I'm glad you decided not to change," he told her. "Let's go eat, it's getting cold." He dumped his day clothes and shower kit on his suitcase and saw her eyebrows shoot up. "Here," he said, and led her to the living room, and turned on a lamp. She stopped two steps ahead of him, so he grinned at her back, and enjoyed the way her ass peeked out of her shorts. It would be a great day when he could slap it. He brought his eyes back up as she spun around to face him.
"You- you-" she turned back around slowly and took it in. The coffee table was set with plates and napkins, two boxes, and complete with bubbly Sprite in champagne flutes. And then the flowers. The boquet was huge and colorful, inside a square silver vase, a white bow wrapped around the middle. She walked closer to the flowers and sat down on the couch to look. The aroma of pizza was only slightly distracting as her stomach growled. Ignoring it, she leaned in and inhaled the different flowers. Red roses, yellow tulips, white daisies, purple lillies, blue carnations, green poms, and orange sunflowers. She continued to smell each type of flower as he sat down on the edge of the couch.
"I hope you're not allergic," he said with a smile.
"Not at all," she inhaled a final time, closing her eyes and letting the scent fill her nose before she turned to him. "Why?" she asked softly.
He opened the pizza box and set a piece on her plate. "Because today I realized how many times you've saved my ass. And you've been so accomodating, bringing me into your home, but mostly because you've saved my ass." He smiled at her. "You brought me here even though you don't like me much, but you take your job seriously, and I can appreciate that. But mostly because you've saved my ass," he grinned when she gave a small smile. "So thank you."
"I, I don't know what to say," she admitted.
"It's okay, we can eat. Just let me know if there's anything you'd like to watch," he said, as he began scrolling through the cable channel guide. She picked up the pizza and began to eat, savoring the flavor. She didn't think there was any pizza better than this, or maybe she was just ravenous. She stared at the flowers, thinking of what to say. The first was that no guy had ever been so sweet. The second was that he thought she didn't like him. Well, that was partly true. She mostly didn't like the way he was so arrogant, and didn't like the situation, mostly. If she'd met him in another time and place, there was a possibilty, like in the club, she would have gone home and slept with him. She waited for the next commercial, and decided to clear the air.
"It's not that I don't like you," she began, getting his attention. He muted the commercial. "I mean, you are arrogant. Well, you started out arrogant, and the last twenty four hours, it hasn't been so much. Almost the opposite. And with that aside, I don't particularly like the situation. It's not you, it's my boss, and it's me, and I'm sorry, but, it's just really complicated." Really complicated as in she did it so she wouldn't get close to him is more like it, she thought to herself. But it's been really hard this last day. She took a big bite to prevent any word vomit.
"So you do like me?" he said with a small crooked smile.
"Kind of," was all she dared to say.
He nodded his head. "I can deal with that," he said.
"Thank you, for everything. The flowers are gorgeous, and the food is fabulous." Becoming comfortable, she stretched out her legs and took another bite of pizza.
"Can I ask why you dislike yourself in this situation?" he asked, picking up a chicken wing.
She laughed. "Of course you would ask the difficult question first," she said quietly. "It started out that, I would get to pick and choose my cases. My boss forced me onto this case, with no time to prepare." she rolled her eyes as she reached for her glass and held it as he watched her. "So I was angry with him, myself. And of course when I saw you, I acted like I did to keep you out. It's going to be a long week, and I know we were going to be in close situations, but I didn't want to get close to you. Does that make sense?"
"Yes," he said. "Then I apologize for being so arrogant."
Her eyes shot to his.
"I've never had a girl reject me so quickly as you did. Everything I want from a female is given willingly. To work for it, well, it's been kind of fun. At least you kind of like me," he said with a smile. "I just wanted to thank you for everything so far." He paused, and gave his famous smile. "I still think you're incredibly sexy," he said.
She narrowed her eyes and swiped at him with a pillow, but inwardly she grinned, and turned her attention to the now unmuted t.v. as he laughed.
"You know, there's still another part to this evening, if you'd like. It's totally your decision," he said quietly. She raised an eyebrow.
"I know you spend all day on your feet, so I was thinking you might like a foot rub." She opened her mouth to respond, but he continued. "If you'd like," he finished.
She closed her mouth and eyed him skeptically, debating.
"How about the length of a set of commercials. You don't like it, you can move your feet." He pushed his plate away and closed the pizza and wings boxes.
Her feet did ache. Actually her legs did too, and her back, shoulders and neck. She slowly lifted her feet and placed them gently in his lap, laying across the couch, watching him.
He took a hold of her feet with a smile, placed them more securely in his lap, then began to rub her right foot.
"You don't happen to have any lotion around here, do you?"
She reached into a drawer of the coffee table and produced a bottle of lotion and passed it to him. He read it and smiled, then flipped the lid open and squeezed a decent amount onto his hands.
"Now you're gonna smell girly," she teased.
"I'm not going anywhere tonight. Besides. It smells like you, and I like it."
Her eyes widened, then she turned her attention to the t.v., about to move her feet, but then the warm lotion came, and her eyes nearly rolled back in her head it felt so good. She tried to keep focused on the t.v., and not whimpering and melting like butter in sheer pleasure. About thirty minutes into it- and two commercial breaks had come and gone, both her feet were loose and soft, and his hands had became brave. They ever so slowly inched their way up. Her ankles, lower calves. But it felt so good, and he was so willing, she just couldn't say no, and her muscles refused to listen to her brain ordering them to move anyway.
"Officer Hale, your calves are so tense," he said softly, rubbing them slightly. He looked up at her through his lashes. She hadn't looked at him the entire time he'd been rubbing her feet. "Tell me what you're thinking," he asked quietly.
"Ha. Your hands are like the alcohol last night." He grinned, knowing how far things had gotten, until the stalker had rudely inturrupted, and how far they would have gotten if they hadn't had to flee the hotel. Well, maybe here he could complete the job. He grew hard just thinking about their make out session last night, and the possibility of tonight. So far, she'd been like putty in his hands, literally. He worked his way from the middle of her calves down, massaging her smooth legs with the lotion, then back up, a little bit higher. Repeating, a little higher. At her knees, she was limp, totally relaxed, head resting on the arm of the couch, stairing at the t.v. He didn't know it was possible for her to be this still. If she didn't blink every once in a while, he'd think she was asleep. He kept on though, biding his time and testing his limits, higher and higher on her legs. She would move if she didn't want it, that was the agreement. He was mid thigh when she finally made a peep.
"You're getting awfully close there," she said, but it was lazy, just a observation more than a warning.
"Well, I was basing it on if you didn't like it, you'd move," he said silkenly, smiling. She turned her head to look at him, her lids heavy and lips parted slightly. He so badly in that moment wanted to push her shorts to the side, which had been teasing him all night, and slide into her so quick she wouldn't know what hit her until the orgasm did.
"Mm. Was that the agreement?" she smiled lazilly.
God, she didn't even know what she was doing to him! He could only smile in return, not trusting his voice.
"I'd say you're trying to seduce me, very sly like," she said. "The flowers, dinner ready, sensual massage..." she trailed off.
"So when you were saying you didn't want to get close to me, this was the kind of close you were talking about?" he asked.
"On a level," she sighed. "But don't remind me about my walls now, your hands are magical, and my body is sore."
"Well, I'm sure I could help you with that," he said softly.
"I'm sure you could too. But the question is, where does that leave us tomorrow morning?"
"You know I'm attracted to you, Officer Hale, I have been this entire time. You don't have a clue how much I've wanted you since I first saw you, and it's only been getting stronger as each day passes."
"Well, maybe if you get it once, you won't want it again, it'll be out of your system."
"We can try, but I think it'll be the opposite. You'll be in my system, and I won't be able to get enough. I've never met anyone like you. You treat me like a real person, not some spoiled brat. You're real, not trying to please me or earn my approval with every word falling from your full, beautiful lips. You remind me there are things that have to be worked for, to keep."
"And at the end of the week?"
"We'll see. We'll evaluate our situation, and I figure it'll end one of three ways. One, we remember our time together, two, we remain in contact, or three, I hire you on as my- full time body guard slash personal sex toy," he said with a grin. He saw the corner of her mouth twitch in a smile.
"Well, I suppose my back could use some attention too," she sighed, surrendering.
"It would be my pleasure. Flip over," he told her. She sat up and got to her knees on the couch, then bent over to push the pillows she'd been laying on to the floor.
He watched her, her ass not two feet away from his face. Be patient, he reminded himself. His plan was working.
She layed on her stomach, her arms under her head.
"Would you like the lotion treatment?" he asked. When she nodded, he continued. "I think you'd need to remove your top for the full effect." She sat up, still facing away from him, and lifted her arms above her head silently, waiting for him to lift it.
He brought his hands slowly to the hem of her tank top, and pulled it up gently, revealing her smooth skin beneath inch by inch. He bit back a groan when he realized she wasn't wearing a bra. He powered through the wish of just taking her breasts in his hands and ravishing her, and lifted the tank over her head and tossed it on the floor.
She layed back down with her arms under her head, her body tingling in anticipation of his warm slick hands on her. She felt him straddled her legs, her ass firmly between his legs. A moan escaped from her when she felt his unmistakable erection press against her. He laughed softly, and placed his hands on her lower back, right above the top of her shorts, and ran his hands up her back. She sighed contentedly, and let him work his magic. He was very thorough, rubbing her shoulders, lower back, neck, and occasionally, testing the limit again by caressing her ribs, trying to sneak his fingers underneath. She enjoyed his hands for half an hour, and she felt so relaxed. The more time that went by, the more she felt like she should return the favor, but then reminded herself that he felt owed to her, and that was the reason for this glorious massage. He worked lower on her back. When he wasn't trying to get at her chest, he was dipping his fingertips under her shorts.
"Shit, you might as well take them off too, you know you want to," she said into the cushion. She didn't have to tell him twice. His weight was off of her instantly, and she felt her shorts slide down her legs. He straddled her legs again, but a little lower this time, and instantly went to work massaging her ass, the last part of her backside he'd yet to touch.
He rubbed her entire back side for a little while, and occasionally he would let his fingertips graze his ultimate goal. He massaged her back for another twenty minutes, and each time he'd casually brush the apex of her thighs, he could feel her grow progresively hotter, and it turned him on.
"Well, do you think the back side is completely taken care of?" he asked, sitting back on his heels.
She turned her face so it was towards the ignored t.v. "I think you did a very good job. So well, I can hardly move," she said with a smile.
"Are you too tired for the other side?"
She laughed softly. "If you can flip me over, you can massage away to your heart's content," she conceded, still smiling. She knew this wouldn't be a challenge for him. She might as well make him work for it the rest of the way, knowing now she would cave to him eventually. Before she knew it, she was being lifted off the couch, and set down gently on her back.
He straddled her knees and drank her in. She was perfect in every way, of course he knew she would be. Her hair had dried during the massage, and was now splayed over the pillow. Her frame was thin but curvy, soft in all the right places, firm in the rest. Perfectly balanced. He immediately thought of ying and yang. Was he one and she the other? When she moved her leg, it snapped him out of his gaze.
"Massage or mentally ingraining?" she asked, a smile playing on her lips. "Take a picture, it'll last longer," she told him with a roll of her eyes. "Hey!" she exclaimed when he went digging for his phone.
"Don't worry, I don't want to share this with everyone," he told her, lining up the camera. He took one of her from her shoulders up, heavy lidded and smiling, then showed it to her. "Is that approved?"
She looked at it. Was that really her? She looked so much prettier than she felt. Maybe because of all the male attention she'd been getting the last two hours. She smirked. "I suppose," she sighed.
"Thank you. I'm gonna save it really quick..." He tucked it back into his pocket when he was finished, and added more lotion to his hands. Placing them on her taught stomach, and began in slow, small circles.
She closed her eyes, and concentrated on his hands. A moan escaped her when he placed his hands on her breasts, her nipples hardening instantly. She opened her eyes, and saw him smiling. He caressed every part of her, and her limbs felt like mush. Her brain felt like mush. Every time his fingers would skim her nipples, or follow her hip bones down, her stomach quivered. She knew she couldn't take much more of this without release, so she started giving him hints. When he'd stroke her breasts, she'd arch her back and moan, or when his hands wandered lower, she'd lift her hips. This brought a huge grin to his face.
"Maybe we should move to the bed?"
"Again- body, noodles."
He shook his head, still smiling. "Here." He tucked the lotion in his pocket, and lifted her up off the couch, and carried her bridal style to her room and set her on the pile of pillows. "Do you have a lighter?"
"In the top nightstand drawer here," she flung an arm in the direction of her nightstand.
He opened it and found the lighter, then went around the room lighing her white and silver candles, making the room smell like roses. He turned off the light and put her lighter back in the drawer, set the lotion on the table, then resumed the same position he'd had on the couch, and continued to work her body to a hot frenzy. He didn't stop until she was writhing with need. His hands didn't stop, but he leaned down to kiss her softly, tasting her slowly, drawing it out as much as possible. She began to whimper beneath him, and he knew the time he'd waited for was close, and it would be sweet. She was a bundle of hot, wet need. He drew one of his hands away, and slid it between them, and touching where she wanted him most. He closed his eyes, reveling in her soft readiness. He wanted only one thing more than plunging deep into her, and that was to taste her. He slid down her body, pushed her feet up so her knees were bent, and lifted her hips. He heard her moan, and it was then with the tip of his tongue, he licked her, taking his time to savor her. She began panting, and grasping at the comforter, tossing her head back and forth. It made him smug to know he could make an independant, strong women like her quiver with need for him. He feasted on her. He'd never tasted anything like her before, and he was addicted right away. He needed more, and knew once wasn't going to be enough. He licked and sucked on her, driving her closer to the edge he could tell she was nearing.
"I- I- I'm going to..." she panted, clenching the bed tightly. God he had an amazing tongue. He knew all the places to touch and when, and she needed to warn him that she was going to combust any moment. But unlike some guys, he didn't pull away.
He felt her come hard around his tongue, and he loved every minute of it. He loved being able to make her loose control like this. He waited for her to calm down, and when she was still, he moved to brace himself over her, face to face, looking down into her eyes in the candle light.
"Hey," he said with a smile, wiping a strand of hair out of her face.
"Hey," she replied, her voice thick. "That was, amazing," she said after a moment.
"I'm glad, that was my first goal," he told her.
"First?"
"First. At least one more for tonight still," he said with a shrug, as he watched her eyes go wide. "Let me give you tonight," he whispered.
She could only nod, her head full of fog. He sat up and pulled his shirt off over his head and tossed it towards the door.
She helped him undo his jeans and work them off, eventually joining his shirt.
"In the drawer below the lighter," she said softly. He reached over and found what he was looking for, then closed the drawer. She helped him put it on, caressing his length as they went. Finally, they joined in the most intimate way, savoring the moment before they began their rhythem.
She looked up at him, into his eyes, searching. She could feel it, feel him inside her, while her heart thawed. She could invision her heart, encased completely in an inch of ice. Now it was half melted, revealing a large odly sewn tear, as the ice water dripped at a quick steady pace. A pace that matched his hips. She knew that with this next approaching orgasm, her heart would be unprotected, open and vulnerable to him. Pushing the afterward options he'd given from her mind, she concentrated on his movements. His hips, and his mouth on her left breast, his fingers on her right. She dug her fingers into his hair, encouraging. His hips moved faster, his pace quickening. Faster and faster until she came undone around him, gasping his name.
Her orgasm, and his name falling from her lips was enough to tip him over the edge, pushing into her one final time as his release exploded through him.
He collapsed on top of her, then rolled them onto their sides as they recovered.
As she looked into his eyes, her throat tightened, the first clue tears were coming. That was the absolute last thing she wanted, especially now. Fighting them back, she moved her hips so they were no longer connected, and rolled onto her back, not wanting eye contact either. She was too close to breaking.
He didn't fully understand why she'd turned away, but he could tell she needed a moment to collect herself. As he disposed of the condom, he wondered what demons she was fighting- besides for the obvious, her sleeping with a client. But he had a feeling it was more than that. On one hand he was proud of himself for being able to seduce her and get what he wanted, but was it worth what she was going through? The sex had been amazing, and he hoped that if they did it again, she would be a little more uninhibited. He knew part of her reasons for that too.
He walked around the room and blew out the candles, trying to decide what to do. Give her space, or pull her close? With his decision made, he pulled the blankets on the bed back and tossed the extra pillows on the floor. He got her under the covers and slid in next to her. She would kick him out if she wanted differently, right? He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her against him. She didn't fight, but she wasn't exactly willing, either. Regardless, he wanted her to know he was there for her, any way he could. He watched the clock change, and ten minutes later, he could tell she was still awake, but he was fighting a loosing battle with sleep. When she still hadn't sent him away, his final thought was about who he was going to wake up with tomorrow. Home
Decisions, decisions