Alison Blaire (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
shimmerandsing) wrote2007-02-14 12:00 pm
shimmerandsing) wrote2007-02-14 12:00 pm
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Follow the sound of my heartbeat.
Before Longshot, Robbie and Miyuki had left for camp, Alison had politely, but firmly asked Robbie and Miyuki to find fun diversions in camp. Lengthy ones. She wanted her husband all to herself at least until sunset.
It took about an hour to organize, but when Alison finally retired upstairs, the lights were out and the shades drawn on all the floors. The only illumination came from tiny, floating candles in shallow water dishes placed on every other step on the stairs. One the landing of each floor, she had placed an item for him to find.
On the first floor, at the bottom of the stairs, a CD copy of his favorite French singer's newest album was tied with a gold ribbon. A tag attached to the ribbon read, Follow the lights.
On the second floor, a package wrapped in shiny red paper and silk ribbon. The tag read, Don't open this yet.
On the third floor landing, a second package was wrapped in white, shiny paper and ribbon. The tag read, Not yet. Keep moving.
On the fourth, two long-stemmed wine glasses waited for him.
The candles continued up the stairs to their bedroom. Inside, dozens of red candles of every size were lit in containers all over the bedroom. Spread out in front of the balcony doors was a soft fleece blanket. Several covered dishes were set out on it and two bottles chilled in a bucket of ice.
The tiny, floating candles created a path from the door to the bathroom where rose scented steam rolled out from under the door. Inside, Alison was sitting on the edge of the filled bathtub in a red silk robe. She drew small circles on the tile at her feet with her toe and waited for her husband to arrive. Hopefully, it would be before the food or the water got cold.
It took about an hour to organize, but when Alison finally retired upstairs, the lights were out and the shades drawn on all the floors. The only illumination came from tiny, floating candles in shallow water dishes placed on every other step on the stairs. One the landing of each floor, she had placed an item for him to find.
On the first floor, at the bottom of the stairs, a CD copy of his favorite French singer's newest album was tied with a gold ribbon. A tag attached to the ribbon read, Follow the lights.
On the second floor, a package wrapped in shiny red paper and silk ribbon. The tag read, Don't open this yet.
On the third floor landing, a second package was wrapped in white, shiny paper and ribbon. The tag read, Not yet. Keep moving.
On the fourth, two long-stemmed wine glasses waited for him.
The candles continued up the stairs to their bedroom. Inside, dozens of red candles of every size were lit in containers all over the bedroom. Spread out in front of the balcony doors was a soft fleece blanket. Several covered dishes were set out on it and two bottles chilled in a bucket of ice.
The tiny, floating candles created a path from the door to the bathroom where rose scented steam rolled out from under the door. Inside, Alison was sitting on the edge of the filled bathtub in a red silk robe. She drew small circles on the tile at her feet with her toe and waited for her husband to arrive. Hopefully, it would be before the food or the water got cold.
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He stopped wiggling to look at her out of the corner of his eye. "Does this leave one present to unwrap?"
He looked a little cautious. Like he had something planned.
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"Or did you want your chocolate first?"
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"Chocolate can wait," he decided as he carefully got off her lap. "But so can the unwrapping for a tiny bit."
He flashed her one of his patented sneaky grins before walking over to the dresser. He pulled out his underwear drawer and peeled something off the bottom. he carefully removed the folded piece of paper from the plastic sheath. He set the plastic on top of the dresser.
Longshot made his way back over to where Alison was sitting and knelt down in front of her. He fidgeted a little nervously. "I know we're in Japan, but you're not Japanese. So, uhm, I dunno if this is better than flowers and candy and stuff."
He looked down at the paper carefully folded into an envelope. Who knew origami lessons from the jonin would pay off? Though he didn't know suddenly if this was such a great idea.
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She blinked in surprise and then smiled softly. Her disappointment over discovering that the Japanese have separate love holidays for men and women hadn't lasted very long at all. Especially after she started plotting surprises for her husband.
It was sweet of him to think of her, too.
"Can I open it?" She held her hand out toward the envelope.
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He chewed on his lower lip slightly. If she did rip it open, he hoped she wouldn't rip the two tickets inside the envelope. They were for their favorite French-singing lady. She had a concert March 10th in France.
But more importantly, he hoped she didn't rip into the poem (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v21/sonofarize/Ali%20and%20Longshot/dazzlovetanka.jpg) written on the inside of the folded paper. It was in his own handwriting, which he thought always looked clumsy compared to hers. He hadn't signed it. That would make it seem like a contract, and even if it was for the best of reasons, he was still uneasy about that. But it was in writing. Small step towards getting ready to sign that little thing he hold been told about. The marriage certificate coming up in May.
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The origami envelope looked as if it had taken a bit of effort to make and so she opened it carefully, intending to keep the envelope and whatever was inside intact for keepsaking.
She beamed delightedly at the tickets. That looked like a right proper date evening to her! She set them aside then noticed the words on the inside of the paper. She unfolded it fully and smoothed it out, reading over the words carefully. Then once more.
Eyes shining with happy tears, she threw her arms around his neck and hugged him tightly. "I love you so much."
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"I mean every word," he explained softly. He was going to keep holding her. Her silky robe felt nice, and it was enough for the moment.
But in five minutes, he was going to really need to unwrap her...
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Best Valentines Day ever.
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Those heartbeats were getting him a little excited actually...
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"When will you be opening that last gift of yours, hmmm?"
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He grabbed one of the ends and tugged lightly. It slipped a little but didn't undo completely. "So there's a trick to this?"
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"The tricky bit is under that bow."
That bow was the first of four. The other three were built into the lingerie set she had bought for the occasion. It was made from sheer, pink lace that did very little to hide what it covered. The bra closed at the front with laces of pink silk that tied in a bow at the top. The panties were held in place by silk bows on either hip.
Because, you can never have too much to unwrap...
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"Pretty," he breathed as gave her ensemble a good, hard look. He carefully reached out his hands to run his fingers all over the fabric. It did not keep the warmth of Alison's skin from him at all. His fingers explored all over before his hands went to her shoulders to push the robe off.
He eyed the three bows and tried to figure out how they were tricky. Maybe if he didn't undo all of them at the same time, Ali would be stuck in her underwear forever?
He blinked. Oh, no! It would be hard to make babies through that material! And he didn't even want to consider having to go to the bathroom when permanently stuck in some clothing. Longshot would have to save his wife!
He settled his hands on her hips and lightly fingered the bows. Hmm. Only two hands with three bows...
He needed another appendage. He looked down. Nope. That wasn't grabby and was too low to be useful. What could get to the bow on her chest while his hands were on her hips?
Ah ha!
Longshot carefully leaned over and grabbed one end of the chest bow with his teeth. He let out a puff of breath as his fingers grabbed similar ends to the bows on her hips. He mentally counted to three to get all the bows undone at the same time.
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"That's a good plan," she murmured softly as she watched.
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The panties had nothing left to hold them on, so they would come down soon. Though he needed that bra off, too. He wanted absolutely every inch of his wife. And without a bit of clothing on.
Which reminded him to shrug off his own jacket.
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Her gaze tracked the leather jacket as he shrugged it off and she watched the muscles work in his chest and shoulders. A grin worked its way across her face. Oh, but he was fun to watch.
When she finally found his face again, she smiled more softly at him.
"Happy Valentines Day, sweetheart."
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He let out a ragged breath. Just touching her was pushing him close enough to pushing her back and taking her hard on the floor. "Want you so bad..."
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"You have me," she murmured without opening her eyes. "However you want me. I'm all yours."
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He started to take advantage of all that neck on display. He worked his mouth up to her throat with soft kisses and small licks. Once his mouth was over her throat he paused. "Want you crazy and wild," he breathed across her skin. "Want you shouting my name over and over."
He pressed his hips hard against her. Then he pressed his mouth to the delicate skin on her throat and sucked hard on the spot.
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Her hands found his waist and gripped his hips tightly, pulling him hard against her. She was very much enjoying the feel of him hard between their bodies. But, she'd be enjoying it more elsewhere.
"Take me, then, love. I want you now."