ATF Universe
Disclaimer: NO! I WON'T SAY IT!!!
Warning: Make sure you got a bucket of cold water beside you... okay, make it several of them <G>
Author's Note: Sorry, but all this came from a discussion with a friend on the subject of hot beaches, leather and hot males... from there to a jacuzzi for cooling down, not very far... then again, there are so many things one can do with jacuzzis <G>
Thanks: to Nancy from the Lust in the Dust. Our continuing discussion on the benefits of slash truly is truly inspiring... <G>
Feedback: Sure would love some... lots of it, actually!
I came home from work to discover a message on the kitchen table.
Baby, Don't turn the lights on. Turn the CD player on, get undressed and get into the jacuzzy. By now, it should be ready for you to dip in, all warm and steamy...
At that point, a smile was already playing on my lips, wondering what ideas had been running around in those sexy brain cells of his.
Don't you worry, I put in those relaxing essential oils you like so much, with a little of milk powder. You know how much I like smelling it off your skin... I laughed softly remembering some of those times... I could already feel the heat suffusing my body, as I also remembered how it never failed to end.
I have opened the deck to let a bit of the cool night air in... there is that soft breeze outside, so soft it reminds me of the feel of your hair flowing between my fingers.... And how hot it never fails to make me each time I touch it... Okay.... I smiled. I knew there was something going on for him not wanting me to cut my hair too short... I chuckled. Well, I was going to try and invent new ways of using those curls of mine...
So, as I was saying, get undressed and get in. I went to get some sustenance... and I am definitely planning on a very busy evening to get your mind off work and the stress you gathered there... I sighed wistfully. True, I needed that, somebody to take my mind off work... with all the shenanigans that had been going around lately, I really needed to have some time off thinking about nothing else but us.
I trust, on my return, I will find you waiting for me in our pool of dreams, thinking about nothing else but me, my hands on you, my lips finding each and every one of your pleasure spots... and the rest, I'll be glad to demonstrate. Go on, Baby, dip in and wait for me. I won't be long now." There was no signature, but I didn't need one. I had but one love in my life, and the best that I had ever found. Though life could be hard on us sometimes, knowing I would end the day in his arms made it all worthwhile.
And so I disrobed, right where I was, at the bottom of the steps, leaving my clothes in a pile, just like I was leaving behind all the stress and worries of an animated work life. I walked to the stereo and turned it on. And smiled. My favorite compilation of love songs, his gift for Christmas. Soft songs, romantic songs, piano, guitar and strings of violin in the background. Still smiling, I walked towards the deck. And opened wide eyes: candles everywhere, softly lighting the deck like a magical cave of love. One of the deck doors was opened, the cool night air softly blowing in contrasting with the steam slowly lifting from the jacuzzy. And the only sound apart from the music was the deep rumble of the pumps working the waters.
Once more, I smiled. The love songs last Christmas had been but the first inkling of his romantic streak. The careful setting of the scene I was watching was but one more evidence. And I marveled once more at the trust we had built, for him to be able to expose such a tender side of his heart. Still smiling, I climbed up the steps of the jacuzzy, slowly slipped in the rumbling warm waters, and sat on the bench, letting the waves wash over me, the warmth sip into my skin... and I sighed in pleasure at the tender feelings this had all stemmed from.
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How long had I been laying there, in the warm pool, bathed in the scented fragrances of relaxation, I don't know. My eyes were closed. The music was playing in the background, lulling me little by little in a deeper state of blissfulness, washing away my stress and worries. It was almost as if I could see them in my mind's eye evaporating amidst the steam of the jacuzzi.
So I was, laying there, eyes closed, head thrown back and resting against the edge... and the only warning I had that somebody else was now here with me were the soft sounds coming from his throat as he softly hummed under his breath the chorus of the song playing on the stereo. Our song. The one that we first made eye contact over. The one that we first danced to. And the one that was playing on the radio the very first time he made me his. I smiled softly.
I could feel his fingers combing my curls, luxuriating in the feeling, shivering in delight at the slight tremors his actions were sending down my back. Then, he was massaging my scalp, making sure all the last remnants of stress were definitely gone. And, ho boy, was that good... I would have never guessed I could come with just the touch of his fingers on my scalp... and I almost did, then and there. Then, his hands were at my nape, pushing away the last knots of fatigue.
A little while later, I could follow the feel of his hands along my flanks, caressing and stroking lightly, until they reached the hips. To come back up, little butterfly wings caressing my stomach, slightly stroking my breasts but avoiding their tightening buds. A moan escaped me. This was but slow torture. The sudden disappearance of his touch had me open my eyes in protest. Butterfly kisses had them closed again, as he was slipping in the tub by my side. His body was cold next to mine, making me feel like a volcano to his coolness.
Always so slowly, I felt him kneel in front of me, his legs on either side of mine, his hands by my hips. And then, his breath, fanning my face. And I waited for his kiss to drown me in smoldering heat. But nothing came. And I moaned with impatience. I was about to open my eyes when feathery kisses started raining on my face. First my brow... sliding to my eyes... my nose and cheeks... the edge of my jaw... then a nip and a lick on my mouth... to suddenly change to a kiss, hot and wet, having me straining for more. But his mouth disappeared along my jaw, trailing a wet path to my ear. Nibbles and licks had me almost incoherent by now. Blindly, I reached for him, but his hands trapped mine to my side, pinning me on the spot, leaving nothing between us but the feel of those tantalizing lips driving me slowly but definitely insane with desire.
His lips started a dive down my throat, licking away the drops of moisture laid on my skin by the steam... and the desire. Down my throat to the hollow of my neck, where he could feel the wildly beating drum of my heart. Licking and nipping his way towards my shoulder, and biting in relish. His actions were sending fiery flames down my back, straight to my stomach, igniting an ever growing fire of pleasure in my belly and making my thighs tremble with the need to part for him. In my mind, the last and only coherent thoughts fleeting wildly about were praises at his remembrance of my pleasure spots and curses at him for making me wait so long to satisfy the hunger he was awakening. And then, thinking became obsolete as his lips finally reached the tips of my breast. And his wicked knowing chuckle at my sudden cry of pleasure drove me to a whimpering state of begging. Begging for more, begging for a final release. Begging for the feel of him against my skin. Begging for the feel of him inside of me as he would drove me to that sacred place I could only reach with him. Begging for him to love me, to kill me and make me reborn in that love we shared.
When had he released my hands, I don't know. All I knew was that I could finally wrap my arms around his neck, slip my body into his and hunt for that deep, soul-searching kiss I was so longing for. The feel of his erection against my stomach had me whimpering in need.
But ever so slowly, he pulled my arms away and sat me back on the edge of the tub, murmuring little sweet nothings in my ears to my whimpers of defeat. Next thing I knew, he was taking hold of my foot, lifting it to his mouth, planting his smoldering green eyes in mine opened in surprise. And his gaze never leaving mine, he started laving each and every one of my toes with his wicked tongue. Boy, I didn't know toes could be such an erogenous zone. I would have come then and there, but he wouldn't let me. Letting go of that foot, he seized the other one and started all over again, driving me to another peak of begging.
As I was now crying in need, he switched plans and started a slow ascension up my leg, nipping, licking and kissing every single inch of skin under his lips... until he reached the upper thigh where he stopped again. By then, the only brain cell still working in my mind had deciphered a pattern to his actions. So, though I moaned my displeasure at his stopping, I also waited with impatience for his next move. And he didn't disappoint me, starting the procedure all over again on my other leg.
And this time, he didn't stop at my leg, but went straight to my treasure groove, sending me in a never-ending spiral of pleasure.
How did I manage not to fall off the edge of the tub, that is another of life's mysteries. When the last shivers of pleasure finally settled and I managed to get a part of my breath back, I had just enough brain cells in working order to wonder, but not enough to find the answer. And had I have them, they would have flown out the window the minute I saw the satisfied smile on his face and the gold tooth shining back at me in his pleasure at having me surrender with such eagerness to his ministrations.
"Ready for round two?" He asked me in his whisky soft drawl, amusement and desire evident in his voice.
"You bet!" I purred, a smile of anticipation on my face.
And the rest... well, the rest is between him and me...
The End
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