Our intrepid duo discusses the pro and cons of level-headedness – with a questionable outcome.
The candles in tall lanterns in front of the window bathed the room in a soft light. Rain still scattered against the windows, but they were both dry, clean and fed inside, sprawled on her big white bed. As much fun it was to race through the forest and shot robots with him, this was much better. Adelie ran her fingers through the short hair in Nate’s nape, enjoying the bristle of it against her skin. A happy sigh as his face burrowed into her chest.
“You smell so good,” he mumbled. She made a mental note to only use the jasmine shower gel when he was around. He sighed again and came up. Blue eyes looked at her like none had looked at her before. Loving with a hint of vulnerability. Butterflies all over again.
“Thank you,” he said, tenderly brushing over her cheek. She blinked.
“What for? Saving your ass again?”
He laughed his glorious rumbly belly laugh. “That too, but I meant something else. Thank you for wanting to take the slow road. I’ve forgotten how wonderful it is to take your time.”
One hand slipped under her camisole and fondled her waist. Her fingertips wandered over the peaks of his shoulder blades, the domes of his deltoid muscles, the smooth bulge of his biceps. His body was a work of art, the product of countless hours in the gym, a masterpiece of rippling muscles. Manly. Sexy. She closed her eyes and listened to their breaths that soon fell into unison. It smoothed the wrinkles the day had caused in the fabric of her soul.
“This is lovely,” he murmured. The mesmerising blues of his eyes caught her again as he moved between her legs. His breath blanketed her skin as his lips grazed her jaw and her neck. “I owe you for saving my clean record, babe.”
She cupped his face and brushed her thumb over his rough cheeks. “Come to think of it, why did you slip? I warned you about the loose rock.”
He chuckled and placed a kiss on her collarbone. “Oh… uhm… maybe I was more occupied with how sexy your butt looks in those coveralls.”
“Nate!” Laughing she poked him. “You’re impossible. I should have let that robot get you…”
He shut her up with another kiss. It was a lot hotter than their chaste, fit for the public kisses they had exchanged all week, and this had nothing to do with the remnants of hot sauce she could still taste on his lips. It was a kiss like a thunderstorm after a hot and dusty day, and it swept her away. His hand slipped under her camisole again and cupped a breast. Lightning zipped through her body as his thumb tenderly brushed over her nipple, enlightening a craving fire deep inside of her. His lips left hers for maddening explorations elsewhere, her throat, her shoulders, her collarbones… eventually, he pulled the camisole over her head and ventured further down. Being topless with him was all right, but him heading for her panties was not. But before she could intervene, he blew raspberries into her belly button, causing her to giggle-squeal like a four years old running through a water sprinkler. She grabbed the nearest pillow and whacked it over his head. He laughed, and she laughed and before she knew how they were pummelling each other with pillows. Oh yes, he was competitive and risk-loving. Fun, too. And not above grabbing her around her waist mid-fight and kiss the living daylights out of her.
“Wha- mmmph…” She just sank against him and allowed him to wipe the wind out of her sails. “That’s cheating…”
“I was losing, rapidly. Can’t win when I’m distracted by your lovely tits.”
She sniggered, snuggled closer and rubbed said pair of lovely tits against his chest. “At least you’re not denying it.”
“Are you ever distracted by anything?” He sounded a little exasperated.
She pulled him down with her into the mayhem of rumpled sheets and pillows, smoothed her palm over his flank and grabbed his firm bottom. “If I’d paid attention to how your sexy butt looks in soaked coveralls, you would now sport some severe bruises.”
“Touché. I think I prefer your level-headedness.” He kissed her nose, and she nestled into his arms. Nate reached for the duvet and pulled it over them. As the energy of the fight dissipated, she began to feel cold. Nate himself radiated masculine heat, as usual, making their nest comfortable in no time.
“Why did you blew raspberries into my bellybutton?” She asked, raking her fingers through his irresistible chest hair.
“Because you were getting rigid in the way you only get when something is amiss. I figured maybe things were going too fast, and I was looking for an easy way out… didn’t expect it to turn into a pillow fight, though.”
“You sensed that?” She tapped the tip of her index finger on his sternum. “You knew I was beginning to feel overwhelmed? Having sex with hundreds of nurses really must have fine-tuned you to a woman’s desires.”
Nate snorted. “Woah, babe, I didn’t sleep with hundreds of nurses. I knew that because I spent all summer with you and had the chance to pick up a thing or two about you.”
A sudden wave of tiredness swept through her, and she failed at suppressing a yawn. Wiggling around until she found the perfect position in his arms, she said: “Glad you did.”
A soft kiss on her head. “Me too. Otherwise, I’d barged right through, and things might’ve gotten a little awkward.”