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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It wasn't as good as Finding Nemo to his mind, but it had swordfights. And the mush Ali liked. And the ... face against his skin.
He closed his eyes at the nuzzling and sighed happily. He brushed his fingertips up and down her arm.
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"When should we be expecting our younger-generation ninjas to come home?"
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He cracked open one eye. "I'd be there, too, because of all the chocolate I got. Except I got you to help me work off all that energy..."
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"When I'm done with you, you'll be too tired to even think about training." She purred against his ear and nipped the earlobe gently.
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Couldn't be. She was pushing every good button.
But if it was? Slow. Slow and easy. He could do that. He'd managed it a time or two.
He skimmed one hand up her side and then over to cup her breast. The other arm was still around her waist, but the hand was sinking down to squeeze a little cheek.
"Promise?"
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"Love you," she breathed against his skin.
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"Love you, too," he murmured. His eyes remained closed because every breath across his skin felt better than this concept of heaven he had been explained.
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Her hands slid through his hair and down his neck, across his shoulders and down his back. The more of his naked skin she got her hands on, the happier she was.
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But right now, it felt so much better to let her put her hands wherever she wanted. To let her nuzzle whatever she wanted. Because his body was reacting under her. And every touch made the want riding low in his belly bigger.
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Her hands slipped around from his back to his stomach and ghosted feather-light fingertips up to his chest. She tickled his collar bone lightly and settled her hands on his shoulders.
There was probably something interesting going on on the television behind her. But, nothing nearly as interesting as her naked, warm, and willing husband.