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How long we just lied there kissing each other is beyond me. I just know neither of us could get enough. Finally, after what seemed like hours, Vin rested back onto the pillow and smiled up at me, tired, spent, but with contentment and joy. "Ya' ready for your turn?" he asked.I looked at him and a sudden thrill erupted inside me. I had never been bound before while being taken. I saw the glimmer of mischief in his eyes and wondered just what he had in mind for me. I glanced at the clock and furrowed my brow. It was only ten o'clock. Damn! It felt like we had been going all night and there was still a full night to go. Then I grinned. A full night to go. I wasn't tired yet and from the way Vin was looking at me, I could tell he could go a few rounds more. "How do you want me, Captain?"
"Let's get me untied so I can relieve myself first. I also want to get cleaned up a bit."
I kissed him. "Me, too."
"Me first," he said. "So's I can start getting' ready while you're in the bathroom."
I crawled to the foot of the bed and gently untied his ankles. "Want me to leave these here?" I asked, gesturing to the leather straps.
"Yup. But the bed ain't gonna be the only sea we'll be explorin'. I'm gonna take ya' in other ways."
When I had untied his legs he rolled onto his side and crawled off the bed. I went up to him and caught him around the waist. "Vin?"
He looked at me, a question in his eyes.
I put my forehead to his. "Are you sure you're all right with what we just did?"
He smiled and put his hands to my arms. "I'm more than all right, Chris. I'll tell ya' about it, later. I promise. Right now I just wanna focus on you."
I grinned down at him.
He smiled. "Ya' just better be prepared, though. I'm thinkin' ya' may have unleashed a monster tonight."
I chuckled. "I won't mind, Vin. Kinda excited to see what you've got planned."
He quickly kissed me on the lips and ran into the bathroom, a bounce in his step that showed his excitement as well. I went to sit on the side of the bed and leaned back. Taking Vin in that manner had sent both fear and excitement through me. Just to know that he was not suffering any repercussions from bad memories thrilled me to the inner depths of my soul. I knew it would take more than this bondage encounter to totally erase his dreams, but maybe now he would be able to dream something more positive. I knew it was unrealistic of me to think that I could totally make him forget what had happened. But to know that he trusted me enough to try...that was more than I had even dared to hope for. I threw myself back onto the bed and let out a whoop.
I heard Vin laugh through the door. "Ya' ain't havin' fun without me, are ya'?" he shouted.
"Hell no, Vin! Never without you!"
I heard the door open and lifted my head to see him running to the bed and he pounced on it. Surprised, I let out a yelp as he gently landed on top of me. Like a little kid his smile lit up his face. He lied on top of me and rested his head over my chest. "Chris?"
I wrapped my arms around him and held him tenderly. "Yeah, tracker?"
"This has been the best night. Ranks right up there to the time we found out what we feel about each other."
I kissed his head and ran my fingers gently through his hair. "I feel the same," I whispered.
He reached up and placed his hands under my shoulders, holding me close to him. "Never trusted anyone the way I trust you," he said.
I caressed his back and took a moment to drink in the love and silence between us. Then I swatted his rump. "Let me up, if I don't pee now we'll have to move this to the couch."
He sighed, purring like a kitten. "And the down side of that would be?"
"Are you sayin' you'll take me anywhere in the house?"
He lifted his head and waggled his eyebrows at me. "Any other time but this one, yeah, reckon I could." He crawled off me and took my hands, pulling me off the bed. As I passed him he swatted me on the rump and I jumped. "Hey!"
"I let ya' up, so's I can get ya' up...so hurry up!" he spoke with a slyness to his tone.
"Funny guy," I said as I entered the bathroom and closed the door. I heard the bedsprings creaking. "Stop jumping on the bed, Tanner!"
"Shit!" I heard and could picture the dejected look on Vin's face. I chuckled. God, I loved that little kid inside of him. Even if he did make me play parent every once in awhile.
Then there was silence. I finished my tasks in the bathroom and washed my hands, but I heard nothing coming from the bedroom. Past occurrences dictated I use caution in exiting the bathroom. I dried my hands and slowly opened the door. The candles were still casting their golden glow through the room, the shadows dancing on the walls. But Vin was no where to be seen. I sensed him, though, behind the door and I played along. "Tracker?"
I felt him come up from behind me and wrap his arms around mine. "Nice and slow, cowboy," he ordered. "Over to the bed and don't try to resist."
I walked over to the bed with his arms holding mine to my sides. "Gonna be rough with me, Tanner?"
"As rough as ya' can handle, Larabee."
"I can handle a lot," I replied.
He pushed me onto the bed and I landed on my back. "We'll see about that," he said with a low and threatening voice. Well, he had warned me about unleashing the monster inside him. Guess I would find out exactly how monstrous he would get.
"On your stomach," he ordered.
I complied.
"Spread your limbs."
I obeyed. I felt the shift in the bed as he climbed on and straddled my back. I saw the cloth fly over my eyes and felt him pull it against my mouth. "Easy, cowboy. I'm rough, but I'll take care of ya', gentle."
He tied the gag and I submitted to his next tasks, which was to tie my arms to the sashes that still hung from the headboard. "Relax," he whispered in my ear as he kissed me on my temple. I couldn't help the excitement that flowed through me. I turned my head to look at him and he ran a hand over my face, tenderly. "I'm gonna love ya', cowboy. Gonna let ya' feel it to the depth of your soul. Like ya' did fer me tonight." He leaned down and planted kisses across my temple and cheek. "Need ya' to trust me, Chris. Do ya'?"
I nodded. Vin wanted this to be exciting for me and he was taking the role of aggressor as far as he would allow. Giving the scenario just enough taste of domination without going over board. I felt his hands begin to stroke my back. "Love your back, Chris. Wish I could draw you." He began to trace his fingers over my shoulder blades. I gasped at the touch, lifting my head as the soft tracing inched down to the curve of my back. He was moving slowly, seeming to touch every vertebra that he could find. I could tell his rough streak was easing as he began to caress my skin. "God your back is so damn beautiful, cowboy," he whispered. I closed my eyes and relaxed under his touch. His fingers were warm and soothing, and with each stroke he began to increase the pressure. "Figured a nice massage first," he said, quietly. "Would ya' like that?"
I moaned my appreciation. I then felt the heels of his palms press into my back, easing the muscles. He could easily have taken advantage of my helplessness at that moment and started tickling me senseless, but I didn't sense that desire from him. He truly wanted to pleasure me, not torture me in my vulnerable state. I breathed in and out, relaxing under his tender strokes. I felt his body lower over my back and he began to reach out his hands over my stretched out arms, massaging them as his cheek rubbed against my shoulder blades. I felt his shaft hardening against my lower back and I wanted him to be inside me at that moment. I thrust myself up against him, urging him to get the idea. He chuckled. "Want me, do ya'?"
I nodded.
"Soon, cowboy. I promise. Just relax. I've wanted to touch ya' like this fer so long...I want us both to enjoy it."
I sighed as his body's warmth flowed into my back. I could feel his hard nipples against my skin as he rested there on top of me. I felt his breath touch the back of my neck and he suckled that area with his hot, moist tongue. I groaned as his breath cascaded over my neck. 'Not the ear, Vin, please,' I silently begged. I wanted to come with him inside me this first time of bondage. I wanted him there, connected with me. I felt his hands stroke down to my ass and he began to massage my cheeks while still kissing me on the neck. "Want me inside ya'?" he asked.
"Uh-huh," I replied, through the gag.
I felt his lips on my neck turn up into a smile. "Gotta tie your legs first," he whispered as he slowly moved his lips down my back, kissing and licking as he went. I felt my penis harden and press into the mattress. 'Shit,' I thought. 'He's gonna torture me by forcing me to the edge and leaving me there.' I groaned and he chuckled. "Need me bad?"
"Uh-huh."
"Hang on, cowboy. I won't let ya' suffer."
I felt him change positions and he turned around to face my feet. Slowly he laid his body on top of one outstretched leg and I felt his penis rub against my thigh. I felt the leather strap go around my ankle and he tied it just tight enough. As he pulled away, he kissed my leg all the way up to my ass. What this man could do with his body, that alone was enough to make me go over, but I forced myself to maintain control. He stretched himself over my other leg and made a point of rubbing himself against me again. I groaned loudly, trying to snarl, but the effect was muffled by the gag.
I heard him chuckle evilly. "Liked that, did ya'?"
I screamed my plea and he chuckled some more as he tied my other ankle. He kissed that leg on his way back. I felt the shift of his body as he sat up straight. I felt his rod go between my ass cheeks and I thrust back. "Ooooh," he said with pleasure. "Not so fast there, bronco. Looks like I'm gonna have to break ya' in slowly."
I moaned with impatience. Monster was right and he was enjoying every second of his mischief. I felt him slowly ease back against me, his back to mine. I felt his hands snake out and reach up to grab my elbows. He gave the term 'back to back' a new meaning. "I'm ready to mount, cowboy. You?"
I moaned my reply and I felt him lift from me. He turned and crawled in between my spread legs. I felt his hands on my ass, kneading the mounds with tenderness. I heard him reach for the lube and squeeze some into his palm. "Gonna like this, Chris," he assured.
'Please, Vin, hurry,' I silently begged. I felt his fingers slide into me and he began to lube my opening. I gasped at the warmth he invaded me with. "Nice and slow, Chris," he whispered and another finger slid in. "Ain't gonna let it happen quick." Then a third and he stretched me some more. I pushed back against his fingers and he thrust them deeper inside. "I'm ready, cowboy. Gonna take ya' now."
I felt the blunt end of his shaft greet my opened passage and I threw my head back. Slowly, carefully, he slid inside me. I felt his hardness and moaned as my own shaft began to react. He pulled my hips onto his lap and began to massage them. "Love ya', Chris."
'Oh, god, Vin,' I thought. 'I love you, too.'
I felt him slide in deeper, then his hands went around my hips. He grabbed my shaft and began to stroke it. I almost came then and there, but his words eased me. "Slow, Chris. We have to come together."
I forced my breathing to calm and my body to relax into his embrace. I gripped the sashes that held my wrists as he continued to enter me, his hand stroking me at the same time. I began to writhe back against him. I wanted him so deep inside me that I ached for the longing.
He sensed my need and thrust in deeper, still. I groaned loudly. "That's it, cowboy. Move fer me."
I began to writhe my hips against him and I felt his thrusts find that rhythm. We fell into it, my legs moving; pulling against the tethers that held them fast. My groin was full of the need to release, but I could tell Vin wasn't there yet. His sounds told me as he moved inside me. He was getting there, but not quite yet. 'We have to come together,' he had said. I wanted that so badly. I wanted his seed in my body at the same time he felt my seed in his hand.
He pushed into me; I pushed back against him. He stroked me and I thrust my shaft into his hand, begging him to pump me harder. Desire clouded my mind as I felt his body become one with me. Oh, god! I was gonna come any second, the need to release was getting stronger.
Vin moaned and moaned as he thrust and thrust. I wanted to scream, 'Take me, Vin, harder, faster!' but the gag thwarted the words. He didn't need to hear them anyway; our soul connection was enough to get the message as I felt him move with my desire.
I pulled against the restraints, knowing my struggles would excite him more. I writhed and squirmed and he began to breathe heavier. "God, Chris, move fer me, cowboy!"
I did. The more I squirmed the more we both felt the rush. He pumped me harder and faster. I sensed he was near the verge and I pushed against him one more time. He gripped my penis hard and I gasped and tensed. I felt his seed enter me as he screamed my name. I screamed through the gag as I came.
In that one instant I felt the joining with him as I had never felt it before. It was glorious; it was bliss. It was a burst of energy that passed through both of us into the other. I wanted his body over mine. I eased down and he fell languidly on top of me, both of us catching our breath. I felt his arms cover mine as he lied there, still inside me. I wanted to ask if he was okay, but I could tell he was just trying to catch his breath. He slowly reached over to my mouth and pulled the gag from it. "Chris?"
"I love you, Vin. God, that was wonderful!"
I felt his lips on my back as he licked the sweat from it. "Need ya' some more, cowboy. Can ya' handle it?"
I chuckled as I caught my breath. "If it's anything like what we just did...bring it on."
"Not the same way, but just as intense."
"Then do me, tracker. Take me anyway you want."
"Good. Where's your cuffs?"
Cuffs?
After Vin untied me he crawled off the bed and held out his arm for me to grab onto. I did so and when he pulled me off the bed I went straight into his arms. I knew instantly I wasn't going anywhere so we just held each other. "Somethin' on your mind, Vin?" I asked.He let out a breath. "Just you," he said. "And what I want to do to ya'." I heard the mischievous tone and smiled. "I'm all yours."
"Cuffs?"
"Top drawer in the bureau," I whispered, rubbing my hands over his back and burying my face into his neck. I loved his neck. I could breathe in the scent of his hair and feel the warmth of his skin on my face and I could rest there for eternity if I had to. Just him holding me was a sensation I don't think I could accurately describe. When I held him I could protect him, shelter him, but when he held me not only did he do those things, but he set me free as well. I felt his lips on my shoulder as he brushed them over my skin. He then pulled away and went to the bureau where he opened the top drawer and found my cuffs in the corner. He pulled them out and closed the drawer. Something happened then. He studied the cuffs for a long moment. Then with a deep breath he turned and forced a smile, but I could tell something was wrong. He was having second thoughts. "Vin? Where do you want me?" I asked, trying to get him to focus again, letting him know I was okay with this. He looked around the room and saw the armchair we kept outside of the bathroom to throw our clothes on when the shower was more important to us than neatness. He pulled it to the middle of the floor and rested his hand on the back. "Here," he whispered.
I smiled, trying to lighten the obvious tension showing from his body. I walked over to the chair and sat down. "Hands in the back?" I asked.
It took a few seconds for him to answer. "Uh...yeah."
I complied. Vin stood behind me and I felt the cold steel of one cuff touch my wrist...then nothing. "Vin?" I turned my head just enough to see he was frozen...and shaking. The cuffs dropped to the floor. "Can't," he whispered, his face going pale. "I can't, Chris."
I stood up and swung around, pulling him in my arms. "Vin, it's all right."
Vin suddenly pushed his face to my shoulder and wrapped his arms around my waist. "I can't, Chris. I can't do it. Not right now. I'm sorry."
I pulled him closer to me. "It's all right, Vin. I promise...we can do it another night, when the emotions aren't running so high, when the need for tears is gone. Nothing's written in stone about this."
He reached his hands up to my shoulders and I felt the hot tears against my breast as he wept. "Don't need to do such things with ya'. We did it...both of us all ready. This one can wait, cowboy. I just want this...right now."
I felt the need within him as if it were my own need. I felt the longing to be encased in the shelter of the love he knew would never abandon him. And I knew what was happening. He had kept it at bay since I had brought up the bondage idea. He had kept it at bay during the entire time I had bound him and taken him. He had kept it all inside, pushed it aside and ran away from the horror of it, like he had done since it happened to him. The wound had been opened and the mass infection was draining and he wept. He had faced it and submitted willingly...to me...and now he wept. He had forced the memory away and allowed me to take him...and now he wept. How long I had waited for him to weep out this pain. How long I had yearned for his release from it. How long I had ached for it. I led him back onto the edge of the bed and sat down, pulling him onto my lap. He straddled my hips. He wrapped his legs around my waist as he wrapped his arms around my neck and shoulders and he clung to me. Never, ever had I heard him weep so hard and so painfully. Never, ever had I felt every ounce of his pain wash over me like a poisoned flood.
"My Vin," I whispered through forming tears of my own. "My tracker. Let it flow from you." I held him as if both our lives depended on it. And my life did depend on me holding him fast. I couldn't let him drift away from me. I wouldn't. I wept against his shoulder and he drenched my head with his tears. He ran his hand over where the tears fell, massaging them into my hair. "God, Chris," he sobbed. "It hurts so fuckin' bad. How do I get rid of this pain?"
"You cry, Vin. Cry until it's all you can do to keep your eyes open. Then you fall asleep in my arms and know I'll hold you through the night...know you won't be alone. However long the tears fall, let them fall. I swear...you won't fall with them."
He continued to sob as he spoke. "I wanted to let this night be full of happy memories. I didn't want this fer tonight."
"Shhh, Vin. The heart takes us on unknown journeys sometimes. What we plan isn't always what happens. I do know that when the heart leads us down roads we never thought we'd take...there's always a good reason for those roads. Let's travel this one together. All that matters is that you're all right. That's all I care about right now." I couldn't help it. I put my hands to his face and pushed him back just enough to gaze into his reddened eyes. I kissed his tears from his face. I mingled mine with his, letting him know we were in this pain together. God, his pain was so overwhelming I couldn't stop my own sobs from pouring out.
"I'm sorry, Chris. I'm so sorry."
"No. Let me cry with you, Vin. Let me. Please. I want to do this with you. I need to."
His hold around me tightened and his body shook with the sobbing. "Hold on, Vin. Just hold on. The storm is raging, but we're on a sturdy ship. It won't capsize."
I clutched his hair tightly, pulling his head closer to me. I ran my hand down the length of his soft curls and felt the heat of the emotion against the back of his neck. I pulled his hair away as I felt the sweat and allowed the air to touch and soothe his neck.
Time held no meaning as we sat there and wept together. I couldn't tell you how long this storm lasted. I didn't care. But, after a long while, Vin's sobbing began to ease and I felt the weight of his body lean into mine and I knew he was exhausted. I eased him from me and he quietly complied as we crawled onto the bed and under the covers. I pulled him into my embrace as we rested back onto the pillows and he laid his head on my chest, holding me around my waist. He said nothing as he fell asleep. I held him and kissed his head as I watched the candle light burn in the darkness. I turned to the picture and ran my hand up and down Vin's arm. I knew it was dangerous to leave the candles burning, but many of them had all ready gone out on their own. I couldn't leave Vin even for the few seconds it would take to go and blow the rest out. If there was a God in heaven, I prayed that we would be safe that night.
Soon Vin's soft breathing mingled with my own and I found myself drifting off into sleep. The last image in my eyes that night was Vin's calm, peaceful, and sleeping face. My last coherent thought was how beautiful the entire night had been. Even Vin's tears had been beautiful, in spite of the pain that caused them. They had been beautiful because with each one that escaped, each sob that poured forth, meant the pain inside of him was leaving. Even on a gray and rainy day, you smile, knowing how beautiful the sky will be once the clouds move on. I was content in knowing the sun would shine in Vin's eyes again.
I awoke on my side, feeling the warmth of the sunlight washing over my face from the terrace windows. Vin was standing in front of them, dressed in his sweat pants and nothing else, just gazing out at the morning. From the look on his face I knew he was thinking about what happened last night. All of what happened. "Hey," I whispered and he slowly turned to look at me. His eyes were full of weariness, and I knew the clouds were still hovering over his soul. No sunlight that he could solely claim as his own shone through those tired eyes. I held out my hand to him, inviting him to crawl back into bed with me. I wanted him near, but he sighed and returned his attention to the outside.I lowered my arm and just lied there watching him, wondering what he would do. 'Don't run, Vin. Stay with me,' I silently pled.
He didn't hear me. He turned and without a word walked out of the bedroom. I sat up when the door closed and I stared at the wooden obstruction that separated me from my tracker. Symbolical. I sighed. 'Fuck symbolism,' I thought and threw the covers off. I stood and right away the picture of Vin caught my eye. I walked over to it and studied the images I had put on canvas. 'In life and in love, Vin. Together and always. You're not getting away from me that easily.' I turned and headed over to the chest of drawers pulling out my own sweats. I slipped them on and suddenly felt very tired. I sat on the edge of the bed and didn't move, gazing at the picture.
I was very tired and not from the physical exertions of the night before. Although, those in themselves would have been enough to push me over the abyss of sleep, it wasn't really all that weakened me. I knew Vin was hurting. 'Damn it, Larabee, you and your stupid ideas,' I chided myself and lowered myself onto the bed, gazing at the ceiling. 'Fucking fantasy and sure Vin was willing and he went through with it, even enjoyed doing it to you, should have let well enough alone and not push it. Should have seen the red flag when I saw him hesitate that first moment with the cuffs. Should have...' I stopped. Should have what? Stand guard over his soul so damn much he can't think for himself? Should have exercised the domineering side and put your foot down, forcing him to quit while you both were ahead? Damn it! He had faced so much last night and I took it for granted he could face the cuffs. I took it for granted he would forget that bastard holding a gun to his head while he raped him. I felt the tears filling my eyes and felt the coldness of them as they followed the force of gravity and caressed my temple as they dripped into my hair.
I should have put a stop to it. I should have seen it, known it. I should have...
The door opened and Vin walked in carrying two mugs of coffee. I turned to him and he took one look at me. He walked over and handed me my coffee. I took it and watched him carefully as he sat sideways in front of me and rested his arm over my leg. He sipped his coffee then put his head on my leg and said nothing.
I put my hand on his head and ran my fingers through his soft curls. "I'm sorry," I said.
"Don't be," he replied, that soft voice of his caressing my soul. "I'm glad it happened."
I was midway putting the mug to my lips when he said this and suddenly found the steam of the coffee drifting up over my face. I lowered the mug and continued to caress his head. "Tell me," I asked.
"You were there through it all, Chris," he said and began to massage my leg with his free hand. "I could face it, knowin' ya'd be there. No judgements, no shame of my tears. I felt ya' wrap your soul around mine and I never felt so good about facin' it before." He lifted his face and I saw the sincerity of his words in that look that he only gave to me. Not a smile...it was too soon for that. I wouldn't joke now if my life depended on it. In spite of Vin's reassurance I still sensed a taut thread inside of him that I knew would break if I moved outside of the boundaries he had placed around his heart. I ran my hand across the back of his head and combed my fingers down to the ends of his hair. The look he was giving me was his own lost and thoughtful look that told me he was all right...just thinking...not brooding, not depression, just...thinking, absorbing, reflective. He was being Vin...the searcher...the tracker...my tracker. He was looking for his soul and mine joined together. He was seeking it with all his skill and he would find it, if I just gave him time. I lifted the mug and sipped the coffee. It was good. He made it the way I liked it, just strong enough for my palate.
"Nothin' means more to me than knowin' ya' know, Chris. Was so afraid ya'd be poisoned with the images I told ya' about, so afraid ya'd be haunted by them. When I told ya' 'bout it, I promised myself I'd never talk 'bout it again. But...I can now. I know what he did to me wasn't what you did. Ya' took me passed it, cowboy. I could let ya' lead me through. I can't explain it any better than that."
He rested his cheek on my knee and I put my hand to his back and began to make circles over his shoulder blades. "I enjoyed what you did to me last night, Vin. I'd never done anything like that before and the feeling of trust was just so..."
"There?" he finished.
I leaned down and kissed his head. "There," I answered.
"It's Saturday," he said as if searching me out.
"Yes?"
"Got the day off," he prompted.
"What'd ya' have in mind, tracker?"
"Sun's shinin'."
"Yes," I agreed. 'It is, through more than just our window.'
He lifted his face to me again and there it was. The sun in his eyes, slowly rising over the horizon.
"Want to make love under the sun today, Chris. Want to hold ya' so close it'll take the jaws of life to pry ya' from me. Want to love ya' in such a way you'll never be without my touch...even if we're miles away from each other." He got to his knees and faced me, setting both our mugs on the nightstand beside us. He turned to me and rested his hands on my thighs. He gazed into my eyes and I saw myself in his stare. "The memories will always be there, Chris, I won't lie about that. I won't deny that. But he's gone. He's gone and you're here and I want to fill my mind with ya' as much as I've filled my heart with ya'. Every damn piece of me is cravin' ya', and I's in desperate need of a fix."
I put my hands to his neck and massaged his cheeks with my thumbs, tracing them down to just the corners of his mouth. "I was afraid I'd pushed you away," I whispered.
"Never in forever, cowboy," he said and leaned in, brushing my lips with his. I opened my mouth and took him into me and our arms grabbed on tight to each other. And, God, he felt so good against me, inside me, all through me. "I've got a great idea, Tanner," I said as we kissed and caressed and kissed again and again.
"Listenin'," he said.
"We take a shower..."
"Uh-huh?"
Kiss.
"We saddle up Pony..."
"Yeah, keep talkin'..."
Kiss.
"We head out together..."
"You in front or back?"
Kiss. Moan. God, I loved the taste of him. "Either or," I replied.
Kiiiiissssss. Groan of contentment. Air? Who needs that?
"Want my arms around ya'. I'm back."
"Whatever you want, tracker."
Kiss.
"And we reach Eagle Rock."
"Eagle Rock is good."
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"We strip off our clothes..."
"Gettin' even better."
"Then we make love till the sun goes down."
"Have to take breaks sometimes."
"Why?"
He looked at me and smiled. "Have to pose fer ya'. Want ya' to bring your sketchpad." He gestured to the picture. "Want to give ya' some reality to go with those fantasies of yours."
"You think you can pose for me, tracker?" I asked with a grin.
"I strip-teased fer ya', didn't I? Reckon I could be a nude model fer ya' as well."
I put my fingers to his chin. "You ain't done here, yet," I said and pulled him into another kiss.
"We keep this up, cowboy, we ain't never gonna get out of here."
"And that's a problem?"
"Sunshine, naked, makin' love outside?"
I pulled us both to our feet. "Good point."
We hurried to the shower.
He laughed as we ran into the bathroom and the sun had risen once more within him. The sunlight outside was nothing in comparison to the light I saw beaming from him.
I basked in his warmth.
The End
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