divamom71

Closing Time Chapter 8

2009-11-17T22:24:55Z

He's still sleeping when she wakes up a few hours later. She takes a moment to admire his still naked form sprawled out in her bed before slipping away to start the coffeemaker.
She wonders where things between them will go from here. It seemed like a natural progression, certainly, and it was beyond enjoyable, most definitely. As she starts the coffeemaker and finds a pair of mugs, she worries that things will be awkward. It's the last thing she wants.

She hears a distinctive step-thump behind her, and she turns to see him standing in her kitchen. He's barefoot, wearing last night's t-shirt and jeans and leaning on his cane, a sleepy expression on his face. Her heart flips a little at the sight of him.

“Morning.” She flashes him a warm smile. “Do you want coffee?”

He nods, and she steps aside to allow him access to the coffeemaker. “You have sugar somewhere?”

She pulls a bag down from the cabinet and hands it to him. Even his voice has that sleepy tone to it, and it just makes him that much sexier to her.

He fishes a spoon out of the dish drainer, digging into the sugar bag and dumping two spoonfuls into his coffee mug, stirring and taking a quick sip. It's good, strong and sweet, and he can feel himself come to life a little bit.
He can feel her eyes on him, and he slowly turns his hea
d toward her. “Something wrong?”

“No.” She looks him up and down while sipping at her own mug. “Just...admiring the view.”

He rolls his eyes, even as an amused expression crosses his face. “Think something might be wrong with your eyes. You might want to get them checked out.”

“I don't think so.” She answers softly, setting down her coffee and moving toward him.

His heart starts beating a little quicker as she approaches, and he's admiring the view himself. Her hair is tousled from sleep, and her t-shirt clings gently to the curves he now knows lay just beneath. Her bare feet just barely peek out from underneath her pajama pants. She's just as beautiful now as she was last night, possibly more so.

He almost automatically reaches out to place a hand on her waist when she comes within reach, and he slides his hand to the small of her back to pull her in close. A soft sigh escapes them both as she wraps her arms around him and squeezes him.

Suddenly his coffee is the furthest thing from his mind. Her scent drifts into his nostrils, and he wraps his other arm around her, spreading his hands out over her back. He can't explain what he's feeling right now. All he knows is that she just feels right in his arms, and he doesn't want to let her go.

He kisses the top of her head, lightly stroking her back, overwhelmed by what he's starting to feel for her. It goes beyond the physical, although that certainly plays into it. “I warned you.”

“About what?”

He takes a deep breath before answering her. “I told you that if I did this once...”

“...you'd want to do it again.” She finishes for him. “I'm aware of that.” She pushes herself up on tiptoe to leave a light kiss on his neck.

He gasps a little, and she can feel him start to react against her. “Don't tease.” He tells her roughly.

“Wouldn't dare.”

He nods slowly, still studying her, and it's clear that he's still a little unsure. She steps back a little, lightly rubbing his back in almost a comforting motion. “Nothing's changed, you know.” She tells him firmly.

“Everything's changed.” He responds, as she realizes this is what's holding him back. He's scared of what comes next, and she can't blame him. She's not fond of uncertainty herself.
She pushes herself up on tiptoe to plant a soft kiss on his lips, meeting his eyes with her own. “That could be a very good thing.”

He sighs and glances away for a moment before returning to meet her gaze again. “I don't just want a thing.” It's been too long since he's felt anything for anyone, and he doesn't see the point in progressing things if she doesn't feel the same. He's been burned far too many times for him to take that chance again.

The passionate, almost desperate tone in his voice touches her. It's obvious he wants this as badly as she does. She reaches up to touch his face, placing her palm against his rough cheek, and he seems to lean into her touch, closing those stunning blue eyes as he does so. “We're already more than a thing. Don't you realize that?”

She makes a good point, and he internally sighs in relief. They've been connecting with each other for months, when he stops to think about it. Suddenly this seems like a natural progression, and he finally decides to just go with it.

He covers her hand with his own, turning toward it to place a kiss in the palm before releasing it, leaning forward to press his lips to hers. She deepens the kiss, slipping her hand to the back of his neck to draw him closer, gently encouraging him.

They slowly break apart, and she notices his almost child-like expression. It's a mixture of wonder and fascination, and in her mind, it's beautiful. He reaches up to stroke her cheek, a faint smile gracing his rough features.

“I think we need to go back to bed.” He finally comments. “What do you say?”

“I like that idea.” She smiles widely at his sudden boldness.

Once in the bedroom again, they quickly strip down, all too eager to indulge in the sensation of skin on skin. She shivers slightly at the feel of his hand roaming all over her, his lips not far behind as he explores every inch of her, finally moving so that he's on top of her, wrapping himself around her for maximum contact.

It occurs to him that this is what he's missed for so long, this simple human contact that goes beyond the bedroom. He kisses her face and neck, allowing himself to get carried away by her scent, her touch, her everything.

He works his way down, leaving a moist trail of kisses down her chest and stomach, burying himself in the softness of her core. His tongue darts out, catching her by surprise, and she lets out a small gasp as she spreads herself before him.

He pushes further, clamping his lips over her and wrapping his arms around he waist, working over her with his tongue as she moans and squirms under him. She's close, he can tell, and he speeds up the action until she goes over the edge, arching upward and crying out in pleasure.

He leaves her with a brief kiss and moves back up to lay beside her, and she kisses him hard before pushing him over onto his back. He's alternately surprised and thrilled by the move, watching her as she moves down his body, brushing her lips and hands over him as she goes.
Suddenly she's between his legs, leaving little kisses all over, teasing him into arousal. She takes him in her hand and runs her tongue from the base to the tip before taking him into her mouth. Soft sounds of pleasure escape him as she gently works her tongue and lips all over, and he reaches down to roughly caress the top of her head.

The sensation seems to go on and on until he can contain himself no more, and he unloads forcefully, taking a handful of her hair as the sensation rocks through him, finally relaxing with a long sigh. She scoots back up to lay next to him, one leg thrown over his as she drags the covers over both of them.

A million thoughts run through his head as they lay together, none of them cohesive. One thing is clear, however. He's right where he wants to be, and there's no one else that he wants. If only he could just stay here, just like this. Things might just be...well, if not perfect, then damn good.

He kisses the top of her head, and she shifts against him, curling closer. He doesn't want to break the silence, but he also doesn't want to let this opportunity pass by.

“Hey.” He murmurs into her hair.

“Yeah?” She answers back, her voice soft with sleep.

His heart is thumping in his chest, but he charges forth anyway. “I think...we're starting something good here.”

She laughs softly. “I could have told you that. Actually, I'm pretty sure I did.”

He rolls his eyes. She doesn't realize how difficult this is for him. “I want...to keep it going. What do you say?”

She lifts her head, a wide smile lighting her face. “I say...yes.” She kisses him lightly. “So now what?”

“Damned if I know.” He shrugs and laughs a little. “Guess we'll figure it out as we go. As long as I get to keep doing this...I won't worry much about the rest.”

Her eyebrows shoot up in surprise. “Works for me.”

His phone starts singing “Baby Got Back”, muffled in his jeans pocket, and he rolls away to answer it. “Yeah?” He checks his watch, muttering a soft curse. “I'm on my way. Keep your shirt on...or not. Doesn't matter to me.”

He snaps it shut and tosses it aside, pulling her to him for one more kiss. “I hate it when reality intrudes. Guess I'll go do that work thing that they pay me for.”

“Good plan.” She laughs. “So I'll see you later?”

“Definitely.” He grins, lighting up his whole face. “Save some onion rings for me.”

He dresses and leaves, and she lingers in the bed for just a little while longer, smiling as she goes over the events of the morning. It hasn't turned out like she expected. If anything, it's turned out better.

She decides to take his philosophy on things. If he's not going to worry, she won't either. Life's too short for all that. Far better to enjoy this thing that's growing between them, and take the journey one day at a time.

After The Storm Chapter 67--Every Picture Tells A Story

2009-11-15T19:49:40Z

He placed the last dish in the drainer and immediately turned to Avery, who was wiping down the kitchen island. He easily trapped her between his body and the island, murmuring in her ear, “Ready to get out of that wet shirt yet?”

“Mmm…maybe…” Avery closed her eyes as House started a trail of kisses down her neck to her shoulder.

“Hmm…maybe I should start.” House answered, unbuttoning his shirt and letting it drop to the floor before returning to move his hands under Avery’s top. “Okay, your turn.”

Avery raised her arms to allow House to strip the top off her body, pressing back against him, feeling the soft cotton of his t-shirt against her bare skin. “Hmm…you’re running a little behind.”

“Am I?” House questioned with a tone of mock innocence. “Let me fix that.” He quickly removed his t-shirt and tossed it aside before wrapping his arms around Avery. “Better?”

“Much.” She softly replied, enjoying the feel of House’s rough chest hair against her back.

“Looks like you’re the one running behind now.” House whispered, reaching up to unfasten Avery’s bra. It sprung open, and the soft flesh of her breasts spilled out into his hands. He took a moment to softly caress them before removing her bra and letting it drop to the floor between them.

He kissed her along her shoulder, his hands moving to the button of her jeans, quickly undoing both the button and the zipper before sliding them off her body. Even after all this time, her soft curves took his breath away. “You’re definitely way hotter than any of those video chicks.”

“Good to know.” The way her voice caught in her throat just made House want her more. He hooked his thumbs over her thong and dragged it down over her hips, leaving her naked before him.

“Turn around.” House’s voice was ragged in Avery’s ear, and she easily complied. His rough face wore an expression of pure lust, and she couldn’t help but be carried along. She pulled him down to her for a long, passionate kiss, moving her hands down his body until they reached his belt buckle.

She continued to undo his jeans as his hands roamed over her, their lips and tongues tangling together in pure, unbridled want. Soon his jeans hit the floor, followed quickly by his boxers, and he carefully stepped out of them, still keeping his hold on Avery.

“Get up on the counter.” He growled in her ear, and the sound sent a shiver of desire through Avery. She didn’t even bother to ask what he had in mind. Whatever it was, she was going to go along with it.

She no sooner was seated on the island than House was spreading her legs apart, placing his hand directly over her core and caressing the delicate flesh with his fingers, teasing with his touch. Avery let out a soft moan and spread herself further, leaning back on her elbows to give House greater access to her.

He fixed her with a wicked grin, placing one hand at the small of her back while continuing to explore her with his fingers, kissing her anywhere he could reach. House guided her so that she was laying across the length of the island. He pushed two fingers inside her while rubbing her with his thumb, all the while kissing up her stomach until he could take a nipple in his mouth, rolling his tongue over it until Avery was nearly arching off the counter with pleasure.

“Baby, please…” She moaned, and House crashed his lips against hers, keeping up the finger action until she was on the edge before slowly pulling out of her. Her soft brown eyes flew open at the move, startled at first until she noticed him pulling himself up on the island to join her. “What are you doing?”

“What’s it look like?” House leaned over her with a teasing expression. “I’m about to nail you to this counter.” He pressed a long, hard kiss to her lips before whispering in her ear. “Better hang on.”

She wrapped her arms and legs around him as he entered her, slowly at first, steadily increasing the pace until he was rocking against her, hitting her sweet spot over and over until she went over the edge with a soft cry, holding on to him even tighter.

He wasn’t far behind, releasing with a loud groan as he kissed her hard again, his body shaking against her as he rode it out, finally collapsing on her with a sigh. “Fuck, babe. You’re going to kill me one of these days.”

“Well, if you’ve got to go…” Avery laughed softly, taking House’s face in her hands.

“Then this is definitely how I want to go.” House gently kissed her before pushing himself off her and carefully climbing down, wincing as he landed. “Jesus, whose idea was this?”

Avery laughed harder as she slid down. “Pretty sure that was you. Not my fault you were trying to act out one of your videos.”

“I didn’t hear you objecting.” House shot back. “Enabler.”

Avery wrapped her arms around House’s neck, pressing her body against his for one more lingering kiss. “And aren’t you glad?”

As Avery released him, picked up her clothes, and walked away, House couldn’t help but feel just that. Actually, he was beyond glad, if there was such a thing. If this was how she enabled him…hell yes, he would happily take it, now and forever.