shimmerandsing | 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.

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Alison cupped his face in both hands and kissed him back just as hard. Slow going was wonderful and she was enjoying every moment of it, but she could feel his need building and her own echoed it.

One of her hands remained softly against his face and the other slid down the back of his neck and trailed teasingly down his spine. She couldn't help herself.

His grunt this time was anything but soft. His back arched, and he pressed against Alison harder as her fingers played along his spine. He tried to hold the kiss as long as he could, but his wife's fingers was driving him insane.

"Ali," he growled as he broke off the kiss. "I can't -hnh- take it slow an' easy with you -uhn- doin' that to me..."

Oooh. Grunting and growling. The shivers racing up and down her spine went haywire. She moaned softly and rested her forehead against his.

"M'sorry, sweetheart," she panted, breathlessly. "Wanted to do all the things you like."

She could behave. Probably. If the heat that was pooling low in her belly was any indication, she'd be long beyond teasing very soon.

This was a rarity. He was behaving, and she wasn't. He bit his lower lip to keep himself from thrusting too hard into her. He couldn't stop himself from going harder, however; he could just temper it.

"No apologies," he murmured when he had the breath. "Only need to do you to make me happy."

She really did want to answer him. Tell him that he always had her whenever he wanted her. But, just that slight increase in the force of his thrusts took her breath away.

Her forehead rested against his shoulder as she gasped and shuddered, feeling the waves of sensation crest and crash as her orgasm hit. She clung to him tightly and moaned rhythmically against his skin as she rode it out.

He held tightly onto to Alison, not letting her slip away as she orgasmed. He wasn't quite there himself, but his was getting there with every tremor of her body.

He closed his eyes and thrust up as far as he could go, following where her body wanted him to go. That thought alone was almost enough. That it wasn't just Alison's conscious thoughts that wanted him.

Longshot gasped a little before he let out a long groan. He pressed in hard as his body coiled and released in half a heartbeat.

The first thought that Alison could grasp after her breathing slowed and her brain unfizzled was that they really needed a couch for their bedroom. She giggled breathlessly at the thought and nuzzled Longshot's shoulder.

"Mmmm... thank you, sweetheart."

Longshot still held onto Alison as his head slowly stopped spinning. His first coherent thought had to do with couches, too. If they had a Lonely blues Couch, they would have to buy another one. This was now and forever the Happy Fun Couch. Though he was a little baffled at the gratitude Ali gave him.

"Th-" He shook his head to get rid of the lingering fog of horniness. It was going away as he started to slouch back against the couch. "Thank you? For what?"

"For everything." She settled her head on his shoulder and sighed happily. "Everything I am or have that's of any value is because of you."

She smiled. "And for taking a day I meant to spend pampering you and instead making me the happiest woman on the planet."

"Well, you're welcome then." He smiled softly as he rubbed one of his hands gently up and down her back. "I know you love me. And today wrote it in the stars. No missing it. But I wasn't going to horde all that happiness. I had to share it. There's nobody I want to share it with more than you."

"Mmmm... glad I left you with no doubts." She smiled up at him and then let her eyes drift shut. Warm and comfortable and tired in the best of ways.

"Anything you want to share with me, I'll gladly take part in. I want to be with you for everything."

Follow the sound of my heartbeat.

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