Terran had been racking her brain since 8 a.m. yesterday and still she just couldn't seem to figure out that something special the costumes for the production needed. They looked okay to her, but ok wasn't enough for her. Her work was generally seen by thousands on live stage so they had to be spectacular. She had been pouring over costume reference books all day and night trying to figure it out. Sitting on the stage of the theatre, tired and disgusted with it all, she slams one of the seven reference books shut, looks at her watch and hugs her arms around her knees. FOUR a.m. she sighs, Rolls her head around to work out the stiffness. She closes her eyes and rests her forehead against her knees. Time was running out and she had to work fast and efficiently but it just wasn't
coming to her as usual. Two large strong hands slide onto her shoulders at the base of her neck, startling her. Terran jumps gasping and immediately freezes, staying still in fright. The hands on her shoulders start to massage her, first shoulders then moving to her neck. Slowly she tips her head up to glance at her amazingly gentle masseur and upon sight of him she immediately relaxes. "Mmmmmm. Ian Strauss, you do have the hands of the gods," she smiles. "You're working too hard Terran McClelland," he says, tapping the tip of her nose matter-of-factly and smiling back at her. "You'll fry that brilliant brain of yours with no sleep and ruin my investment," he chuckles. "Well dear boss, I'm afraid you may already be too late to save your investment," she laughs tiredly. "Oh and why is that?" Ian inquires. Then holding his index finger up he says, "Wait, you can tell me over breakfast, I also noticed you have not eaten all day." He glances at her, playfully feigning a scolding grin at her. He holds his hand out to her and helps her up, picks up her coat from beside him and holds it out to slip it on her. Placing his hand lightly on the small of her back, he urges her toward the door, "I'll just be a second," he informs her and walks to turn the
lights off and escorts her out the door and onto the moonlit street.
Waiting while he locked the Theatre doors, Terran closes her eyes and raises her face to enjoy the cold crisp air of the winter night. "Miss McClelland," he says shaking her from her reverie, "shall we?" He gallantly and dramatically motions her forward. She just smiles and nods as she begins to slowly walk. Ian noticed her weaving as she walks. So looking at her with tenderness, he takes her hand and places it over the crook of his arm to help guide and steady her steps. She shivers, her nose freezing in the cold winds of New York City at Christmas time, and she snuggles closer to Ian to keep warm as they walk. He smiles revelling in the moment. Light conversation spans the time it takes them to reach
the all night diner and upon reaching it he takes her hand from his arm and opens the door for her. "My Lady," he grins broadly, and motions her in.
Ushering her to a booth by the window, he takes the seat opposite her. "Hot Cocoa?" he asks. "Ohhh, That sounds so good, yes please," she smiles. Then looking at the waitress, he orders. "Morning Marcie, addressing her by name, we'll have two Hot Chocolates and two of your delicious breakfast crepes," he smiles. " Sure thing Mr. Strauss, another late night?" she asks. "As always," he smiles and chuckles. He turns back to Terran, "Now, tell me why I may have already lost my investment," he smiles softly. She squirms slightly in her seat, embarrassed a little she starts to explain. "Well the costumes," she hesitates a bit then proceeds, "there's just some little something missing to give them their "Umph!" that Terran McClelland trademark as the reviews have called it in the past, and I have searched my mind and can't figure it out," she disappointedly admits to him. "Time is growing short and I don't know what I'll do if I have to send the actors out on stage looking mediocre at best," she concedes, her voice trailing off in resignation. Taking a sip of his warm drink, he looks at her chuckling lowly to himself. "What?" she asks defensively. "I think I know someone who needs a break for the day, he smiles, the performance doesn't start for three more weeks Terran, why don't you take a couple of days off and recharge?" he asks. "Really Ian, you wouldn't mind?" she asks. "I said it didn't I?" he laughs half asking, half telling her. "Yes, but." her voice fading off as his hand motions her to silence. "Enough. It's done, two days off for you, Terran McClelland, he states emphatically, "now eat." He motions to the food that is in front of her.
Sitting quietly, she eats hungrily. Terran hadn't noticed just how hungry she was until she started to eat. As she eats, her mind can't help but remain aware of the handsome man before her. She had been intensely aware of his eyes on her all evening since they left the theatre and was curious as to what he was thinking. Thoughts whirling through her mind, she looks down at her empty plate smiling distractedly, deep private thoughts of him occupying her mind. She had attained the job by way of a friend from college who had been a prop hand for Ian. He had recommended that Mr. Strauss look at her work and the rest was history, she was hired. Working closely with him, Ian noticed the excellent creativity of Terran and considered himself lucky to have found such a prize in her.Day after day, production after production, they worked side by side. Her ceaseless, fiery energy and ardent dedication to her work never failing to amaze him. He watched her in amazement with each new creation that helped make each production an immense success. Pulling himself back from his thoughts, he smiles "Now that you have finished," he states, his eyes darting to her plate then back to her face, "May I walk you home?" he asks as he
pays the bill. His interruption of her thoughts make her blush as if he was reading what she was thinking. "Sure," she stammers and smiles sheepishly. Standing he holds out his hand for her to take it and tucking it back under his arm, they start back on their way.
Stopping at her door, Terran nervously shuffling her feet, looking up at the crescent moon and the stars that adorn the night sky around it, she sighs. "Isn't it beautiful," she says. Looking only at her he comments, "Yes, you are." Her head jerks back to look at Ian, and she smiles softly at him, his comment catching her off guard and not at all ready for his decisive statement. "Ian." she said questioningly and in confusion. "Yes, Terran I was just thinking it and it just kind of popped out before I knew it," he said, "sorry," he apologizes.
Words failing her, she just stands there looking into his eyes. The magnetic pull of his emotions causing him to reach up and brush a fallen lock of her hair gently from her face. He lingers and trails his thumb hypnotically, seductively, from her soft well defined cheek to her chin. The electricity flowing between them, he lifts her chin to face his and bends to softly kiss her lips. Looking mildly surprised Terran's eyes fall on his lips invitingly, asking for more and he's drawn back to kiss her more deeply this time. Ian's kiss has an unspoken question of it's own. What was to be the ending of this night for them? Silently they both knew what was to transpire between them. She turns, unlocks the door and taking his hand leads him inside and closes the door.
Terran had always dreamed of this as did he, and now the dream was becoming a reality. Ian slides her coat off and tosses it onto the sofa just feet away and slips his off and does the same with his own. "Is this wise Ian?" she asks breathlessly. "I can handle it Terran, if you think you can. If not I'll stop and go home. I don't want you to have any doubts now, or questions later," he says. "I've always dreamed of this Ian," she says, and he nods in agreement, "but I just wouldn't want anything to happen that may later compromise our personal or work relationship." "I know," he says softly and quietly, "but if we run from this now, that in itself will always interfere, will it not?" he stares deeply into her eyes wanting so desperately to hear her speak her own words of agreement. Long reluctant to express his feelings for her, much for the same reasons she hadn't, Ian had kept them hidden, but this wasn't possible anymore. He wanted more now. "This is true," she whispers. Then with her eyes riveted to his she moves toward him and he mirrors her action, meeting her in a deeply passionate kiss. Their tongues dance and delve deeply as
they kiss stoking the sensual fires that lay dormant for too long. Ian's lips trail to her ear kissing the lobe and then back to her nose and her forehead. He claims her lips again briefly and moves them to her jaw, on to her chin and they begin their descent down her neck. Terran closes her eyes and moans. She was devouring every sensual kiss as her body presses urgently against his strong form. Her hands caressing his head pulling his lips against her as if to burn each kiss into her soul that he places upon her. Her rising desires drive her to tug his shirt up and off of his beautiful body. He groans with passionate desire for her and lifts her sweater from her voluptuous body dropping it to the floor. His hand slid around her back and unhooking her bra, he takes it off of her sending it to rest atop her sweater on the floor. Then sweeping her up into his arms, he carries her to her bedroom and gently lays her on the bed. Terran reaches out and undoes his belt and unsnaps his pant. As she unzips them, they fall to the floor and he steps out of them and moves to lie beside her on the bed. He removes her pants as he kisses her breasts and she slides her hand down his torso slipping it inside of his underwear and grasping his manhood, she begins to stroke him slowly. It was his turn to arch into her with desire. His hardness pressed into her thigh as his finger slides into her sweet wetness and his finger moves within her matching the strokes of her hand on him. Feeling her hot wetness, Ian longs for the taste of her sweetness and slowly moves his kisses down her body. Upon reaching his destination he decides to prolong the intense exploration of her exotic form, temporarily bypassing his own desires for hers. He bites sensually hot kisses down her long well shaped legs and reaching her toes begins his journey back up the inside of her legs. Terran opens her legs allowing him to drive her wild with his masterful kisses each one bringing new heights of electrical pulses to surge through her inner most depth. "God, she loved this man, the way he made love to her was erotic perfection defined," she thought to herself. As he reaches the apex of her inner thigh, he hovers over her sweetness. Looking up into her smouldering eyes, he breathes more heavily and bends to slide his tongue over her beautiful swollen button. Then moaning deeply, he slips his tongue slowly down, plunging it inside of her. Just as he had expected, her juices had a sweet nectar like taste to them and he laps them hungrily groaning in restrained desire. He drove her wild and she could resist no longer.
Terran pointedly and with conviction eases him back and over and slides down to take him into her warm wet mouth flicking her tongue around and over the tip, then down the underside to trace his own love instrument. As she traces the swollen, pulsing vein Ian arches and grinds out an aching groan of desire. Working her way back up to the tip, she flicks her tongue over the tip and meets with his waiting pearl of desire. Holding his eyes with her own she parts her lips and takes his virile manhood into her mouth. She sucks and pumps, sliding him in and out slowly building yet further, the passion that rages within them. Panting, she withdraws him from her mouth and slides up his body and kisses him deeply, biting his lip in a sweet, savage kiss.
Rolling her over, Ian moves over her, and dipping his fingers inside of her one last time, he quickly removes them to replace them with his stiff manhood. She gasps in ecstasy and the
hot breath of their heavy pants mingle between hungry kisses of passion and desire. Their
bodies pressing against each other, he drives deeper and deeper into her, as if reaching to
touch her soul. Her hands, touching his chest urgently, snake around his back and pull him
more firmly against her. He kisses and thumbs her nipples as she arches and gasps. "Ian," she whispers hoarsely, breathlessly and filled with explosive passion. He knew what she
meant because he felt precisely the same way. Then he feels the surge rip through his body. Ian thrusts one more powerful stroke, throwing his head back, closing his eyes tightly, he and Terran let out a scream of ecstasy as together they explode in unison. The world was spinning in a white hot, fiery spiral of burning passion that unites their souls. They had finally become one at last. "I Love You, Ian," she forces out between pants, unable to hold back the words any longer. "And I Love You, Terran," he echoes her emotions, his voice raspy, and sketchy as he light-headedly collapses beside her panting heavily.
Ian and Terran turn to each other, still working to catch a steady breath, they smile a smile of sweet satiation and loving adoration into one another's eyes. He brushes the hair from her face, noticing the soft glimmer from the morning sun that plays across it. "Look Ian, she giggles, the sun is almost completely up." "I see that, he smiles, but never could it shine as brightly as you, my Love." He kisses her deeply, tenderly and then smiles in contentment. Glancing away momentarily, a look of recognition lighting her face, she turns to him. "Guess what?" she grins "What My Love?" "I know what the costumes need now," she giggles. "Oh", he says", and what might that be my beautiful lady?" "All they needed was a little of your inspiring touch, your inspiration has just renewed my creativity and now they, like me, shall be truly alive," she winks. "And in two days you may implement your finishing touch of perfection to them my dear Terran, but for now, let's just relax and enjoy being together for the next Forty-eight hours," he smiles. She yawns snuggling in to him, kissing his shoulder as she closes her eyes. She smiles softly and mutters, "Sounds wonderful." her voice trails off, both contentedly drifting away into much needed sleep.
