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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In a figurative sense. Someday he would unclench his butt cheeks. Not now, though.
Now, he kissed Alison softly. And lingered there until he could pull back with a small smile.
"I think the burp cleared up a lot of room. Wanna go with me downstairs? We could raid the kitchen and then watch that French movie with the guy with the long nose." He reached up and traced a finger lightly along her jaw. "We could see where the night takes us from there."
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"On two conditions." She grinned playfully. "One, I don't have to walk because my legs are refusing to move right now. And two, we take a blanket because I bet it's cold down there..."
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Despite his concerns, he rolled them over so he could get up to carry her. He kissed her softly before pulling away. He slid off the bed and snagged one of the blankets at the foot. He handed it to Alison before scooping her up into his arms.
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"You're always welcome to keep me warm. Blankets are poor substitutes for your arms around me."
She smiled and kissed his shoulder. "Love you much more than any blanket."
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He winked before easily descending the stairs. He did adjust how he held Alison once they got to the main floor. He couldn't help that hand managed to grope her breast a bit. Nope. Utterly helpless about that.
He carried her into the kitchen and looked around. "So what do we have that tastes good in here besides you?"
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A quick look around the kitchen confirmed what she had already figured. She was going to have to be put down in order to find food. Darnit.
"Hmmm. Well, there's some leftover pasta in the fridge from the dinner I made tonight. Could put some garlic bread together." Yeah, she's still thinking in Italian food. Japanese food is hard.
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He moved over toward the fridge. He looked at the door thoughtfully. That would be hard to open with no free hands. With an uncanny sense of balance, he continued to hold onto Alison as he balanced on one leg and used his toes on his other foot to get the door open. He hopped forward and set his foot down to hold the door open.
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"That was pretty impressive." She kissed him again. "But, you may have to set me down eventually. I'll have to get to the stove and utensils and stuff."