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Date Posted: 00:21:59 07/31/10 Sat
Author: Page
Subject: In the immortal words of Nickelback.....

S is for the simple need
E is for the ecstasy
X is just to mark the spot
Because that's the one you really want.

Yes, that's right.

SEX!

It's been a while since we had a post devoted to sex scenes from our WIPs, and like Debi said, the board needs a defibrilator. So pull out those hot and heavy scenes and let's get the blood pumping, aye?

And remember, most (if not all) will be NSFW or kiddies, so careful where you read them. But read with pleasure!

Oh, and I've turned the captcha back on. Just in case.

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[> Sometimes the getting there is almost as nice as the actual thing >>>> -- Page, 01:04:22 07/31/10 Sat

I've had the bare bones (no, that's not a pun! *G*) of this scene almost from the very beginning, but it's been through several changes since I first wrote it. This, however, is the final draft, and I do hope you'll...er, get something out of it.

For those who aren't familiar with the story, it's January of 1969. Katie Scott has come with her live-in lover, Adam, to the birthday party of guitar god Jay Carey who just happens to be Adam's best friend and bandmate. Jay and Katie are mad for each other, and just before Christmas Jay told her he wanted her. It's been two weeks since they've seen each other, and Katie has retreated to the back of the house they're at, trying to deny what's happening between the two of them, but Jay found her.

Excerpt from Carey On
©2010 by Juli Page Morgan
Posted for purposes of critique only and does not constitute publication

Jay leaned against the wall, watching her soberly. “Did I upset you?”

“What?” She frowned, confused by the question. “Of course not.” She turned to face him. “Why would you think that?”

He shrugged. “I don’t know. When I gave you the tape, it seemed like something changed between us.”

Katie braced her hands on the wall opposite him and leaned back against them. “Maybe it did.”

“Mm. Would you like to hear what I think it is?”

Her eyebrows lifted in surprise and she nodded. “Yeah, I would.”

Jay pushed himself upright and placed a hand on either side of her against the wall. He leaned close, and she could feel the heat of his body even through her velvet clothes. “We both realized this…attraction…isn’t going away.”

She licked her lips. “You’re right, it’s not.”

Jay’s eyes searched her face. “Are you sorry?”

She caught her breath. She’d sure as hell tried to be sorry, but she realized she wasn’t. Might as well be honest. “No. Are you?”

His smile was tender and he pressed his body against hers. “Not a bit,” he whispered before his lips covered hers.

Katie moaned soft in her throat and opened her lips to his probing tongue. From the moemnt she'd seen the look on his face when he opened Maureen's gift she'd known it was going to happen; knew it as surely as she knew they were playing with fire since anyone could come across them in Walter's back hall. But she couldn't have stopped even if she'd wanted to. She'd waited too long to feel his mouth on hers again, and not even the thought of discovery could deter her.

She felt him open the single button that held her jacket closed before the heat of his hands seared through the white cotton of her shirt, cupping her breasts, his thumbs teasing her nipples. She fought the urge to reach up and rip her shirt apart, aching to feel Jay’s hands on her bare flesh. And not just his hands; she could almost feel his lips on her breasts, his tongue teasing her nipples as he drew them into his mouth. Her knees grew weak at the thought of his black hair against her skin, his head framed by the lace ruffles of her open shirt.

Katie freed her hands from behind her and slid them down his chest, feeling his nipples, hard and erect through the light covering of fabric. Her fingers curved as she lightly scratched her nails across his shirt, then moved lower to slip around his waist and over his ass, urging him closer.

“Touch me, Katie,” he whispered almost too low to hear. “I need you to touch me.”

Her hands clutched the rough fabric of his jeans. She wanted to touch him, to feel that hardness pressing against her hand through the denim, feel it swell and twitch at the touch of her fingers tracing its outline; to pull open the snap of his jeans and lower the zipper until she could get her hand inside, feel him hot and heavy and growing larger in the grip of her fingers. Behind her closed eyes, she could see herself slide down his body until her knees made contact with the thin brown carpet, pulling his jeans down just enough to release him from the confinement of his clothing. Her breath grew labored at the thought of looking up at him to make sure he was watching her as she put her tongue out and touched it to the tip of his cock, tasting him for the first time, hearing him groan and feeling his hands clutch her hair. All this went through her mind in the split second before she replied, “I can’t.”

“Yes, you can,” he insisted, spreading kisses over her face.

“No, I can’t. I won’t be able to stop at touching you. I want to taste you.”

Jay became immobile for a frozen second at her words. “Christ!” he muttered and devoured her lips again.

Melting into him, Katie lifted one thigh high on his hip, desperate to bring their bodies into closer contact. She felt his hand pulling her other thigh up, her black velvet pants a thin barrier to his touch. The feel of his fingers clutching her drove Katie over the edge of desire into surrender and she locked her legs around his waist. Never had admitting defeat felt so good.

Jay’s hand slid under her and she felt him stroke her through her pants between her open thighs. She gasped at his touch and rolled her head against the wall.

“I want you so much, Katie,” he murmured against her lips. “I could take you right now against this wall.” His fingers continued to stroke her, and little whimpering noises came from her throat. “But I want more,” he breathed, “I want you spread out across my bed so I can feel every inch of you against me, feel your hair on my skin, feel your lips on me. And after you’ve tasted me, I want to taste you. To lick you, and suck you, and nibble you, and…”

“Yes,” she sighed, and ran her tongue up his neck, tasting the salt of the light sweat that had broken out on his skin.

Jay groaned and pulled her tight against him. “Damn, Katie, you drive me mad.”

“I want you,” she whispered against his lips and rotated her lower body on his. “Please, Jay.”

Jay’s eyes met hers, and the raw emotion she saw in them stopped her breath. He wrenched her wrists from around his neck and pinned them above her against the wall, holding her captive. Shaking his hair back, he brought his face within an inch of hers. “Don’t play with me, Katie. I can’t take this. I want you more than I’ve ever wanted any woman in my life.” There was nothing gentle about his voice now; it was ragged and hoarse and full of lust. “I want you and I’ve got to have you, do you hear me?”

“I’ve got to have you, too.” Her voice trembled with the force of her emotions. “I want you so much it’s all I can think about.”

The look in Jay’s eyes changed from raw urgency to one so tender it almost stopped her heart. He released the tight grip on her wrists and slid his hands upward, lacing his fingers with hers. “When?” he whispered, his forehead against hers.

“Not here, not tonight.”

“No, not here.” His fingers tightened on hers. “When?”

“Next week. After you play The Marquee.” She put a shaking hand across his lips as he opened them to speak. "Let me wait until then to break things off with Adam. I'll tell him then." Unable to resist the feel of his body, she arched against him. “Just wait until after that first show, and then we can…”

“Yes, we can,” Jay interrupted. “And we can, and we can, and we can again.” His warm hands cupped her face. “How the fuck am I going to get through the next week when all I want is to be inside you?” He kissed her again and ground his body into hers.

Katie wasn’t expecting the powerful orgasm that ripped through her and cried out against his lips in a mixture of pleasure and surprise as her body shuddered against his. Her bones turned to liquid fire and if he hadn't been holding her against the wall she would have fallen to the floor at his feet.

"Oh my Christ, Katie," Jay groaned. "That feels so sweet."

Still shuddering with the fading spasms, Katie took his face between her hands and ran the tip of her tongue along his bottom lip. "Do it to me again."

"Well, happy birthday to you, mate."

For one whirling, confused moment, Katie thought Adam's voice was just an illusion. But when she felt Jay's body turn to stone against hers, she knew it was all too real.

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[> [> Love this scene... -- debikm, 11:43:54 07/31/10 Sat

From the moemnt typo she'd seen the
>look on his face when he opened Maureen's gift

With that taken care of...oh my God... I love the breathless anticipation, the intensity of their feelings, despite the fact that Adam is so close to both of them and neither one of them wants to hurt him. I can feel their passion for one another, that feeling of wanting to explode with the strength of need. Love it, love it, LOVE IT!!

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[> [> [> Gotta love the spellcheck on Word >>>> -- Page, 20:49:15 08/03/10 Tue

> From the moemnt typo she'd seen the
>>look on his face when he opened Maureen's gift

Evidently "moemnt" is a word. MSWord thinks so, anyway, because it didn't flag it. *G* Glad you caught it!
>
>With that taken care of...oh my God... I love the
>breathless anticipation, the intensity of their
>feelings, despite the fact that Adam is so close to
>both of them and neither one of them wants to hurt
>him. I can feel their passion for one another, that
>feeling of wanting to explode with the strength of
>need. Love it, love it, LOVE IT!!

Oh, Debi, that's exactly the kind of reaction I was hoping this excerpt would get! (((Hugs))) It's Katie's moment (spelled right! *G*) of surrender, and I needed it to be powerful. Thank you so much!!

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[> [> Re: Sometimes the getting there is almost as nice as the actual thing >>>> -- Page2, 11:35:34 08/01/10 Sun

From the moemnt TYPO she'd seen the look on his...

Other than the typo above, I loved it. The build-up for their passion is all in there and you almost can't wait for it to happen. Then you have Adam watching... I feel for the guy, I do.

Great job Juli!

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[> [> [> Man, y'all have good eyes, for which I am profoundly grateful! >>> -- Page, 20:54:51 08/03/10 Tue

> From the moemnt TYPO she'd seen the look on
>his...
>
Never trust MSWord's spellcheck. Always trust the members of the Lit Forum!

>Other than the typo above, I loved it. The build-up
>for their passion is all in there and you almost can't
>wait for it to happen. Then you have Adam
>watching... I feel for the guy, I do.

I'm so chuffed you like it! Especially that you almost can't wait for it to happen - that's what I was aiming for. (((Hugs))) And I'm glad you feel for Adam. Even though Katie was trying to do the right thing by waiting until that first show was over to break up with him, and although he did bring a lot of it on himself by being so stubborn, Adam still got a raw deal.
>
>Great job Juli!

Thanks, Steph!

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[> [> Ah yes. The hallway scene >>> -- Myxtress, 15:31:03 08/09/10 Mon

I do so remember the first time this was posted. And I've watched it morph into something totally brilliant.

And just for the record. I don't feel sorry for Adam at all here. He was acting like an a$$ and while I don't think walking in on somethink like this is anything I'd ever wish to happen to anyone, it wasn't as if it was unexpected now was it. Treating her that badly, excluding her, and basically letting his fear of losing her, lose her. Well done Jay.

And you too Page! *G*

Hugs

Esther

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[> Rayne and Garoben -- debikm, 11:59:57 07/31/10 Sat

Yes, Rayne has been asking me to pay more attention lately. I'm more than happy to do so for my old friend.

This is somewhat late in the Story as it stands. Rayne's been pretty jaded by her years outlawed, thanks to her former lover and his less-than-legal activities; Rayne is guilty by association. Hired by a nobleman to help him with a certain task, that task is done and Rayne has parted ways with the Duke under less tha ideal circumstances. But the Dukes guard captian decided to come with her and her friends because he was taken with her. Rayne doesn't feel deserving of his attention, but Garoben doesn't give up and Rayne finally allows herself to be loved. This scene is their first time together.
*************

Walking down the corridor to their rooms, they had meant to go to Rayne’s room but Garoben pushed open the door to his and drew her inside quickly, kicking the door closed and pinning her to the wall with his body to kiss her.

Taken by surprise, Rayne was breathless and surprised by her own urgency. Everything fell away; only he and she existed right then. Fumbling with her clothing, she felt
Garoben lean back, giving her some room. Trying to untie the lacing at the neck of her tunic at the same time she was hopping trying to get her boots off without her hands, she only managed to tangle it further. With a curse, she reached to her waist for the knife there, but Garoben caught her wrist as he kicked his own boots aside.

“I’ll do it.”

Tugging her to follow, he crossed the room to the fire, disarming her and laying the knife on the mantle. Then he found the knot and began to worry it with his fingers. “You really did a good job tangling this… that doesn’t mean anything, does it?”

“That I’m an idiot?” She chuckled, watching his face as he concentrated on picking the tangle apart. His lips curled into a small smile.

“Not at all. A bit rushed maybe.”

“For good reason.”

He stopped and looked at her, the flames reflected in his eyes. His gaze dropped to her lips and he leaned in, brushing his mouth against hers. Rayne leaned into his touch, opening her mouth, letting her tongue slip inside.

His fingers were still wrapped in the lacing; his arms tightened and the lace broke with a snap. In the same motion he pushed the tunic back off her shoulders, his arms wrapping around to hold her, arms still tangled in her sleeves. His mouth slid from her lips to her throat, her neck, making her shiver. A small contented sound came from her throat and he raised his face again, looking at her with a chuckle.

“I must be doing something right.”

“Mmm… It’ll do.”

Garoben’s face split into a broad grin, his eyes wide with mock indignance. “I suppose I’ll just have to try harder.”

“Speaking of harder...” She leaned into him, pressing her hips against the bulge.

“That’s it…” He stripped her tunic off, her fingers, once freed, unlacing her bodice and breeches. As they slid away she pushed his jerkin open, and tugged the hem of his tunic up. He obliged by pulling the garments up and off.

As soon as his chest was bare, her mouth was on him, suckling, nipping, making him groan. His fingers fumbled with the waist of his breeches; her nails traced along his ribs and chest, bringing gooseflesh in their wake. Rayne rubbed her nose on a stiffened nipple and put her mouth on him again, breathing a soft chuckle at the heartfelt moan he produced. There was a rustle of clothing, then he stood before her, bare as a babe. He glowed golden in the firelight and her breath caught in her throat.

“What?”

Her gaze traced over him, from his long legs, lean torso to his beautiful face, eyes alight with wonder. She chuckled, low and throaty. “I’ve decided I’m dreaming.”

“I’ll prove you aren’t.”

Drawing her to him, he leaned over her, his lips brushing her ear, whispering. “If you are, then I am too.” His fingers buried themselves in her hair and his body was fever hot against hers. He turned her face up and she met his kiss with fervor, her hands roaming over his hips, his back, scratching her nails along his skin. His arousal surged between them, like a blind creature, seeking home.

Now his hands explored her with equal abandon, stroking her buttocks, cupping her hips, coming around to grasp her breasts. His calloused fingers brushed the nipples, sending a jolt along her nerves and his chuckle rumbled near her ear. Leaning her head back, she laid her throat bare to him, trusting him. Arms wrapping her to support, he nibbled a path to her breasts, pulling the tender nipple into his mouth. Her insides melted and she groaned.

There was a strong need, pushing her, goading her and she dug her fingers into his back. They made their way to his bed, Garoben pausing long enough to peel the covers back before he pressed Rayne into the mattress. He rose over her, regarding her in the glow of firelight, sitting astride her hips. Frowning, she reached for him, to pull him down, pull him in.

“Shh… we’ve got plenty of time.”

He leaned down, his legs tightening around her, his breath hot on her cheek and she forgot to be impatient.

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[> [> Re: Rayne and Garoben -- Page2, 11:42:57 08/01/10 Sun

This is wonderful. You captured the passion between them as well as their playfulness and ease with one another. I really love it and makes me want to read more.

Great job!

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[> [> The tunic string? Priceless! >>> -- Page, 21:12:16 08/03/10 Tue

Your writing is always so vivid and immediate, and it's things like Rayne's tunic string that make it so. I mean, no matter how much you envision your first time with someone you want, some little something is going to get messed up, and that string getting all tangled was so spot-on real it would make anyone identify immediately with this scene. I also love the way you tied (not a pun, but it would've been a good one! *G*) it through the whole scene; first Rayne trying to untangle it, then Garoben, then finally having him just rip it apart.

The dialogue is super, too. Even if this was the only part of the story anyone read, they'd know these two were so close and so at ease with one another.

And I loved how he slowed the pace there at the end. Gotta love a man who is determined to take all night!

Super job!

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[> [> [> Thank you so much! -- debikm, 06:19:16 08/04/10 Wed

>Your writing is always so vivid and immediate, and
>it's things like Rayne's tunic string that make it so.
> I mean, no matter how much you envision your first
>time with someone you want, some little something is
>going to get messed up, and that string getting all
>tangled was so spot-on real it would make anyone
>identify immediately with this scene. I also love the
>way you tied (not a pun, but it would've been a good
>one! *G*) it through the whole scene; first Rayne
>trying to untangle it, then Garoben, then finally
>having him just rip it apart.

This is a major rewrite from the first time I jotted it down. It was pretty much a snore. I had to tell myself 'These are real people, and real things happen to them.' Rayne tends to trip over herself anyway.
>
>The dialogue is super, too. Even if this was the only
>part of the story anyone read, they'd know these two
>were so close and so at ease with one another.

They've had months to get to know one another, with both of them dancing around their attraction for each other the whole time. It's been a long road up to this moment.
>
>And I loved how he slowed the pace there at the end.
>Gotta love a man who is determined to take all night!

That's my boy!!
I'm so glad you liked it. I may post another, quite different love scene between them, or maybe re-ppost the one with Keresh and Morag...*VBEG*
>
>Super job!

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[> [> Awwww >>> -- Myxtress, 15:42:42 08/09/10 Mon

Well, it's not Keresh, but then you know me...;-)

Okay

First off, gotta love that they never made it to her room. I don't know why, but I always prefer that it's the man's room. Anyway, the distraction of the string was a nice touch, and I loved how he tensed up and ripped the damn thing. Like the demonstration of contained strength just because it says so much.

And just a FYI? He might have shown her not to be impatient, but he never suceeded with me. Where's the rest of it?????

Hugs

Esther

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[> [> [> Sorry Esther, I did a fade to black on this one... -- debikm, 18:35:41 08/09/10 Mon

>Well, it's not Keresh, but then you know me...;-)

I know. He is quite the dangerous type, isn't he? But Garoben's not a total goody-two-shoes!
>
>Okay
>
>First off, gotta love that they never made it to her
>room. I don't know why, but I always prefer that it's
>the man's room. Anyway, the distraction of the string
>was a nice touch, and I loved how he tensed up and
>ripped the damn thing. Like the demonstration of
>contained strength just because it says so much.

Thanks!
>
>And just a FYI? He might have shown her not to be
>impatient, but he never suceeded with me. Where's the
>rest of it?????

::scene ends:: Sorry!!!
>
>Hugs
>
>Esther

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[> [> now that's a fine man >>> -- Fi, 16:40:08 08/09/10 Mon

A lovely sense of intimacy - and your ear for dialogue is, as always, spot on. I love how it ends. Oh yes, a lover with a slow hand....

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[> [> [> Thank you FI!! -- debikm, 18:44:33 08/09/10 Mon

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[> Wanna a Whole Lotta Love...>>> -- Page2, 11:29:23 08/01/10 Sun

Well this is a great HW assignment. :-) I'm posting up an excerpt from REMEMBRANCE. Enjoy!

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Tiernan heard her soft sigh and watched as a smile appeared on her face. Finally… pleasant dreams, he thought. As long as she is calm he could put up with being uncomfortable for a bit longer. The couch he sat on wasn’t overly large, just big enough for two people to sit restfully side by side. Unfortunately for him, having Ari sprawled across his lap and resting her head into his shoulder made it very hard for him to get cozy. Afraid to move and jostle her, his arm had fallen asleep ages ago. He looked at her peaceful sleeping profile and saw an angelic beauty but what he felt was lust. The stirring he felt deep inside made his manhood hard. Groaning softly he knew he shouldn’t have these thoughts, but she drove him to distraction and dammit, he remembered. He remembered all too well. Their lovemaking back then had been magic. Would it still be there he thought as he picked up a lock of her hair and rubbed it absentmindedly between his fingers as he watched her sleep. Oh God, the dreams he had of her over the years. Letting his mind wander a vision of Arianwen standing naked before him in the groves flashed in his mind and he felt himself harden even more. He shifted in his seat.

Bollocks, he thought as Ari nuzzled further into his chest. Her heat and energy was buzzing around him and he was now most definitely uncomfortable. The need was great to shift him and her. Moving her head off his shoulders she stirred somewhat then sighed softly. He cradled her head in his arm and adjusted his body to align with hers in a lying position on the small couch. His legs dangled over the arm’s edge as it could not contain his height, but that was fine with him. Perhaps if he could remain uncomfortable his thoughts wouldn’t tumble back in time to that night in the cove where he took her virginity.

She was so beautiful, he thought as he looked down at her. He had always wanted her. It wasn’t his fault that fate chose him. The opportunity presented itself, he took it and she reciprocated. His mind wandered backwards and he remembered how she gave herself to him. It had been magical; just as he had known it would be. Ari had been everything he wanted and desired. He looked again at her face and felt her energy pass through him, he trembled slightly and knew without a doubt that he wanted her all over again. Wrapping his free arm around her midsection, he pulled her closely to his chest, closed his eyes and allowed his mind to remember that night.

~ ~ ~

Pulled from the loving embrace of Tarrant, her mind and body stirred slightly then relaxed. Arienh sighed as strong arms pulled and cradled her body. She strived to hold onto the energy that was now surrounding her; she knew this energy, having felt it moments ago in her dream. To be held by him again,perhaps this was all a just a memory but a lovely one, she thought contented. Too much time had past since she had last felt this good, soothed and loved. When Tiernan’s arm wrapped around her waist, she snuggled deeper into his hard chest and let the pleasant feelings and sweet dreams take over as she escaped into the past and remembered another time when these same strong arms had held her before.

~ ~ ~

Was this what it felt like to be in love, Arianwen thought as she lie atop him breathless? His member was still inside her and he lay beneath her with his eyes closed. His hands were placed on either side of her waist. Tilting her head she looked at his face and tenderly began to trace his full lips with her index finger. Leaning up she kissed him softly, then watched his face for a reaction. The moon came out of hiding, reflecting off the water and lighting up the cove, just as his eyes opened. She gazed into his mesmerizing blue eyes. Lightning flashed off in the distance and a soft rumble was heard. He smiled at her. Never in her wildest dreams did she ever believe she would be lying here with him; but it felt so right she thought as she lay her head back on his chest and listened to his pounding heart beat. Perhaps her goddess knew what was to happen here tonight and it was Tarrant all along that she was to be with.

~ ~ ~

Having longed for her but knowing it was never meant to be he pondered how this moment happened. How could he have let it progress to this point? She wasn’t his…how could he have tainted her? He felt her soft kiss and he looked downwards into her eyes. Goddess in heaven she was beautiful. A sea siren sent to captivate him and drag him beneath the waves. Ari smiled and he felt his heart skip a beat. Her lips were amazing. The touch of them on his skin had sent his energy surging like the lightning bolts now dancing across the ebony sky. As she laid her head back on his chest he ran his fingers through her long auburn tresses. It felt like silk and in the moonlight it appeared to be on fire. Gods knew how it burnt him; perhaps he should let this water nymph drown him in her watery grave, maybe then the raging fire within him would be quenched. She was insatiable, an enchantress; this was so wrong but it felt so right, as if it were meant to be.

~ ~ ~

Using her index finger she began to trace around his nipple and watched, fascinated at how fast it became so hard. Tarrant had been so gentle with her, allowing her time to explore him so as to not be afraid. Listening to the servants she had known what to expect, but they had made mating sound so dirty, revolting and painful. Smiling, she knew none of it was true, just the opposite as a matter of fact. There had been a fair bit of pain when he had first entered her but he had stopped and waited for the pain to diminish. He had pushed further but slowly, not rushing her. When he had fully entered her he had begun to move, taking any residual pain into himself. The sensations she had experienced were none she had ever felt before. It was as if she had taken flight, soaring higher and higher, on a never-ending voyage to the sun. As her spirit soared and climbed, an all-consuming heat encapsulated her being. She had wanted it to stop but yet continue at the same time. The new feelings and energy waves had excited and thrilled her as she ascended even higher.

How could he have made her feel that way? Was it magic? The incredible mounting pressure had filled her being and she had wanted…no, she had needed release. She had thrown this newfound energy she had out to Tarrant and he had captured it, mingling his energy with hers then he had sent it back to her. She had screamed at the power of energy that surged between them, it was then that they had both exploded. The explosion of colors she had seen and the heightened sense of awareness had made her feel like she was soaring. Her body shivered. It was as if somehow, their spirits had touched and for a few moments, they had become one. The universe had come calling; and she and Tarrant had found themselves basking in all of its love. A smile appeared on her face as she wondered if they could now call on the universe. Her fingers softly tugged at his now erect nipple and her smile turned impish as she leaned over and swirled her tongue around it.

~ ~ ~

Thunder rumbled off in the distance as he gasped from the feel of her tongue on his nipple. Tarrant let go of her waist and dug his hands into the gritty sand. He was grasping for a lifeline, the warmth of her tongue on his skin and the way she swirled it around. Twas madness, he thought. The enchantress was casting her spell and he was sinking fast. Tilting his head he watched as Ari drew his nipple into her mouth and began to suckle. He groaned loudly and closed his eyes. Her energy rippled over him as his breathing became labored. “Ari,” he groaned as he looked down at her once more and found her green-colored eyes staring back at him. He watched as she took his other nipple and laved it with her tongue while watching him. A tidal wave of sensations flooded through his body and he became hard within her. “You are a nymph, sent to be my undoing, aren’t you?” Her soft chuckle and impish smile made his heart swell and he watched as she pushed herself up and straddled him. Chills ran down his body as she raked her nails softly down his chest.

He felt his member swell inside of her and he wanted her again. He wanted to feel her energy wrap around his so they could flow on the endless sea as one. Reaching upwards he caressed her breasts and watched her body react to his touch. With his calloused thumbs he grazed her nipples sending them into hardened peaks. Ari leaned her head back and softly moaned as he gently pulled on them. Her silken hair brushed his thighs fanning the building flames within him even higher. He placed and arm around her waist and pushed himself up with the other so that he could bring her higher. As he suckled on her nipple he felt her energy building. Sucking harder then lightly biting her hardened peaks bringing her closer and closer to the edge then reining her back by licking softly. Her arms were around his neck and she began to rock her hips. Her soft moans and the way she whispered his name in his ear brought him to the edge. When she opened her passion filled eyes and met his, she groaned his name and he was once again under her spell. He was drowning in her energy but it didn’t matter, if this was his way to go then it was such a lovely way for it to end.

~ ~ ~

The intense pleasure she was feeling now was even more intensified than last time. She worked her magic just as Sulien had taught her. Build the energy; work with the forces of nature, call upon the gods and they will come and give blessings. As they moved their bodies in rhythmical time, she had called. Now she and Tarrant’s spirits began spiraling within the winds, their energy flowing along the ocean currents, rising with each wave. Their energies surged and began the ascent higher, like a flame being fanned. Their desire and hunger mounted and the winds carried them higher propelling them upwards to the heavens and beyond where their climatic journey finished in an eruption. Their energies and spirits were entwined and suspended in a vast space of bright white until the wind currents returned, bringing them back downwards to the soft earth in an exhilarating and fulfilling contentment.

They lay side by side in the sand, their bodies entwined and still heated from the throes of passion. She knew her heart was still racing and wondered if his matched hers. When she moved her head and placed her ear over his heart, she smiled upon hearing it in perfect rhythm with hers. She felt his hand cup her chin then tilt her head until she found herself looking into his eyes. Tarrant leaned his head down, as if to kiss her, but stopped and looked deeply into her eyes as if he could capture this moment by a single look. When his mouth finally crashed down on hers, she knew without a doubt that if he hadn’t captured this moment in his mind, he surely had captured her heart.

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[> [> Niiccceee...! -- debikm, 14:23:03 08/01/10 Sun

I like how you've bracketed the past within the present, showing Airana and Tienan in contrsast to Arianwen and Tarrant. Very sensuous and magical, just as it should be!

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[> [> Way, way down inside >>>> -- Page, 21:24:57 08/03/10 Tue

And if Aiden didn't think they were going to remember something like that, then he needs his head examined! (I'll do it.)

I love Ari's thoughts and feelings about what happened, and the way she's mesmerized by the way Tarrant's body reacts to her touch. I like the way she experiments with differnt ways of touching him, just to see what he'll do.

And poor Tarrant - knowing it shouldn't have happened, wasn't supposed to happen, knowing there will probably be hell to pay, but unable to stop it from happening again.

Lovely scene, from beginning to end!

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[> [> Well now, this was some kind of wonderful >>> -- Myxtress, 15:54:04 08/09/10 Mon

Very magical.

You've done a great job in capturing the beauty of the moment while at the same time foreshadowing that the act will not be without consequences.

Loved it!

Hugs

Esther

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[> I still have hella stuff to catch up on with you guys, but I couldn't resist posting this snippit. Very NSFW. -- Larn, 20:48:42 08/03/10 Tue




Hey guys! More from the ranch. I've been battling with this scene for a while, waffling between loving it and hating it wildly. It's possibly I've posted it before, but it's been messed with a bit. It takes place just after Andy's funeral, where Mike was considered, to his chagrin, much like Andy's next of kin. Emma didn't go. She stayed on the ranch and took care of a whiney family of dudes so the rest of the wranglers could go. This is just after dinner.



By the time the last dish had been put away, I had made up my mind. Hopefully without looking too suspicious, I walked quickly to the corral, mostly to avoid any inquiring eyes, but a little bit, too, so I wouldn’t change my mind last minute.

I hopped up the stairs and threw open the door, shutting it quickly behind me.

Mike was there, startled by the look of him, a bottle of bourbon clutched in his hand. He was sitting in his office chair, though my coming through the door had straightened him out of his drunken slump.

“You’re here,” he said.

“I’m here.”

“I didn’t think you would.”

“Neither did I.”

“Thank you,” he said, setting the bottle down on his desk.

I moved to stand by him, putting a comforting hand on his head. He leaned into it.

“This isn’t permanent,” I said.

“Thank you,” he said again.

“You’re skunked,” I said.

“Hardly.” He started laughing. “Andy alway said I could never hold my liquor. And the old fart was right.”

As he walked into his bedroom, his shoulder caught the door frame and he stumbled into his bed. I helped him get his boots off and get under the covers. It felt so domestic, so natural, and it worried me a little. It seemed too easy. I was about to crawl in with him, when I realized I had no pajamas. I debated sleeping in my jeans, but they were filthy with three day’s worth of work. My shirt was little better.

Going through his closet, I found an old white tee shirt and a pair of sweatpants. I figured I’d just set his alarm for super early and sneak out before dawn to go to my room, then wait till a reasonable, less suspicious hour to get in the shower. In the mean time, I thought, no reason I couldn’t freshen up a bit, make sure all of the pepper was out of my teeth and my breath didn’t reek of garlic. Not that it would matter.

With a glance back at Mike, who seemed perilously close to unconsciousness, I ducked into his bathroom and slipped out of my clothes. It occurred to me that I should probably change the dressing on my arm, maybe put a little more antiseptic on my scrapes, so I opened the medicine cabinet to see what I could use. Toothpaste. Dental floss. Hair brush. A tin of very old pomade. The pickings were slim.

Bending down, I opened the cabinet under the sink, thinking it more likely to hold something useful. Instead, I found a box of condoms.

I’ll admit, it set me back on my heels. I should have shut the door but curiosity got the better of me and I picked it up and counted how many were missing. Only one. And they had expired last year. I hadn’t even really though about the fact that condoms could expire, yet here was an expired box with only one missing. And it made me terribly sad.

I sat down on the toilet, considering. What, really, was keeping me and Mike apart? The fact that he was my boss? That was the decisive major factor, yet it didn’t seem like such a sin. Shale was second in command and she had a well-known hook-up with Jake. Even Margie at one point had tumbled with a guest or two. If Mandy was to be believed, she’d had relations with Mike and hadn’t been fired, at least not for that.

That thought gave me pause. I didn’t want anything Mandy wanted.

Yet here I was, promising to stay the night with him.

Well, I thought as I tossed the box back under the sink, I wouldn’t be using expired condoms with anyone, let alone my boss. I found a first aid kit, nothing in that was past its date, and proceeded to medicate my poor belly. The swelling was all gone, but the skin was still a little tender in some places. My arm wasn’t nearly as stiff as it had been, and the scab was starting to soften. It still made me a little queasy to look at it, though I had to fight the urge to pick at it.

Fully doctored up and dressed in my borrowed pjs, I went back into the bedroom. Mike was sitting up on the bed, staring at the floor. He raised his eyes to me. He seemed a little sobered up but still looked like hell.

“I’ve been doing some thinking while you were in the bathroom,” he said. “I’m still working it all through, but, well, hear me out.”

He pat the bed next to him and I sat down.

“I was gonna tell you that it wasn’t your fault, that it was my fault. And I started to count up all the reasons why it wasn’t your fault. But more I thought about it, more I started realizing the scales weren’t exactly tipped my way either. I still wish I knew more about the old coot, but I’m thinking if he didn’t like it here at HF, he sure as hell would have left. And maybe he appreciated how I didn’t bug him about personal things. I don’t know. But guilt for not knowing a person is hardly the same as taking responsibility for their death.

“I’m thinking the only person to blame, if we even can, is Andy himself. He threw that rope. If Big Joe hadn’t have made it, it’s just as likely he would have pulled Herbert down into the canyon and we’d have been in the same boat. I don’t blame you one bit for what you did. You probably saved your own life, and had Timber been better trained, you most likely wouldn’t have been hurt at all. I do blame myself for that.”

He put his finger to my lips to stall my reply. Man, he really was drunk.

“No, it is my fault. If one of our horses can’t take a little hollering from his back, then he’s not good enough to be in our herd. I aim to fix that.”

“Don’t sell him!” I said, despite the finger on my mouth.

“Oh I won’t sell him, but he’s got some more learning to go through before he’ll be back in rotation. I’d like your help with that, actually.”

I nodded, nearly poking myself in the nose with Mike’s finger. He grinned, and moved his hand to the side of my neck. His hand grazed a scratch and he frowned again.

“I want you to know I didn’t realize how bad you were hurt, else I wouldn’t have sent you for help.”

“Hell, I didn’t know how bad I was hurt. I didn’t feel a thing till I was back at the corral.”

“Can I see it?”

I nodded and gently peeled back the the bandage, wincing as it pulled at the tiny hairs on my arm. When I had laid the wound bare, he touched the skin around it, checking for heat or fever, I guess, then gently put the bandage back in place.

“And the scrapes? How are they healing?”

Slowly, I raised the hem of my borrowed shirt, thanking every deity I’d ever heard of that I had left my bra on.

Mike let his breath out slowly between his teeth.

“I didn’t know you had so many.”

“They’re getting better.”

“I can’t believe they looked worse than this.” He traced his finger lightly across my stomach. By the time he got to my navel, I had to remind myself to breath.

I mean really. What was stopping us from being together?

“No,” he said, pulling my shirt back in place. “I shouldn’t do that.”

“Because you’re my boss?”

“Yes.”

“Yet it’s ok for me to stay the night,” I said, sitting up. “As long as we don’t have sex.”

“Yes.”

“Even though people will think we had sex?”

“Why would they think that?”

I gave him the stink eye.

“I meant how would they know if you didn’t tell them?”

“Everyone knows everything here. Hell, someone could see me leaving. In yesterday’s clothes.”

“So borrow some of mine.”

“Cause that’s so much better. But what’s the big deal? You keep saying it’s bad for us to be together, but I can’t see one thing that is holding us back. Not really. Storie and Nick, Shale and Jake, even Margie-”

“It’s different.”

I opened my mouth to remind him about Mandy, but decided against it. I didn’t want her in between us again.

“I’m...different,” he said, sitting up and further away from me. He started fidgeting with the edge of the blanket.

“You’re not interested in a summer fling.”

“Right.”

“That’s a load of horse shit.”

“It is not.”

“Then why did you ask me here tonight?”

“I didn’t want to be alone.” He glanced at me, then looked down again. “And there’s no one else...”

Somewhere inside me, a little balloon popped, collapsing into a deflated mess on the floor of my chest. He didn’t want me. He just wanted someone to hold. Anyone.

“And I trust you not to say anything.”

Well, maybe not just anyone.

“I won’t,” I said, staring at my hands.

“I know.” He sighed.

We laid down, his arm came around me, pulling me close to his chest.
It was a stupid game we were playing, like kids pretending house; we did it anyway. But we weren’t kids, not by a long shot. He was very much a man; his breath on my neck was warm and smelled of whiskey. His arms around me were solid. I made my decision.

I flipped over suddenly, pushing his shoulder against the mattress and throwing my leg over his to straddle his crotch. There was nothing childish about the hungry way he looked at me.

“I trust you,” I said. “And I want you. Naked.”

He shook his head, but I could feel him stir beneath me. I played with the edge of his shirt, exposing a inch or so of his stomach, then leaned down to press my breasts against his chest.

“You’re hurt,” he said.

“I’ll be gentle. I’ll be on top.”

He was breathing hard now, and I rose and fell with every breath, causing my hips to rub slightly against his. It inflamed me.

“I’ll not...I can’t.”

“You’re only my boss till sundown. After that, you’re just a man. And you’re hurting-”

“No, you’re-”

“I’m hurting and you’re hurting and we are both starving for something good. So let’s make it good. Really good.”

I sat up again, watching him, feeling him pushing against me. Slowly, his hands moved up my thighs. They reached the top of my borrowed pants and slid under my shirt. They stopped when they reached the first scratch. I needed to do something, quick.

“Here, let’s make this real simple.” I said, standing up on the bed and taking off both pants and underwear. “Shirts on, pants off.” Bending at the hips, I grabbed at his jeans and boxers until they were bunched at his feet. He began to awkwardly get his left foot free, but I sat down on his thighs before he could get the other out. I leaned forward to kiss him. “That’s all we need.”

“I’m not-”

“Oh you are more than ready,” I said. “And so am I.”

I took him in hand, fit him to me, and sat down hard. My breath let out in a slow sigh. He seemed to be holding his, so I flexed a bit and it all came out in a whoosh.

“You...you feel so good,” he groaned. “I think...I think this may be fast.”

I rose slightly then came down hard again.

“Oh god, Emma. You’re killing me.”

“It’s ok,” I said. “I’ll hold you when you die.”

His hands settled on my hips, pushing me down with every upward thrust of his hips. Oh my, this was going to be quick. I slid my hand forward to see to my own needs, but after a moment, he brushed it away and settled his thumb in its place, his long fingers splayed against my abdomen. My head went back, teeth clenched to keep from crying out. I wished for a short moment that I could bare my breasts, feel his panting breath against my sweaty skin but at the pace we were setting, I was fast forgetting everything but the growing sensations down below. Dropping my chin to my chest, I watched as Mike came closer and closer to oblivion.

This was what I wanted, him at my mercy, bodies straining and colliding. Ever since I saw him coming for me in the blizzard, when he held me close and put the first seed of desire in my gut, I had wanted him just as I had him now. Unreserved and open, staring me right in the eye. Loosing himself and taking me with him.

Then, his face changed. Desire turned to panic and he bucked underneath me, tried to push me away, but I held on. He thrust upward with his hand, the pressure of his thumb set me off and I convulsed, legs clamping in the overwhelming pleasure. He cried out, like a strangled man, then pushed himself deeper than I thought was possible, almost lifting my knees from the bed.

We collapsed in a heap of limbs and panting. I rolled to his left, the pain in my arm a distant sting against the aftershocks of damned good sex.

Chapter Break

“I didn’t mean to come like that,” Mike said, as soon as he had the breath for it. “I tried to push you off, I’m so sorry-”

“It’s ok.”

“No, it’s not ok,” he said, pushing himself upright and angrily kicking his leg free of his pants. Groaning, he slid out of bed and paced to window. He jerked the sash up, letting in a blessedly cool breeze, then leaned on the windowsill with a white-knuckled grip.

I sat up, feeling distinctly sated and more than a little unkempt. Mike seemed oblivious to his lack of pants and I took a second to appreciate how much of his ass his t-shirt revealed.

“I’m on the pill. It’s fine, I’m not-”

“I’m so dead.”

“...gonna...get....what?”

He kept his back to me, shoulders hunched.

“I had a deal. With Margie. If I screwed up again, I’d be fired.”

“Fired?” I stood up, joining him at the window. “That seems a little extreme. Considering how much inter-staff boinking goes on.”

Mike stepped back, taking me with him, hiding me from view.

“It’s not that. It’s...different.”

“What’s different? Cause you’re the boss?”

“Yes. Exactly. Cause I’m the boss.”

“Then you should be able to make the rules.”

“You’d think that.”

Felt like there was something he wasn’t telling me, something important. I took a step forward into his arms. For a guy who wasn’t supposed to be doing a thing, he sure took it up willingly. He put his chin on my head.

“Wanna talk about it?”

“What?”

“Whatever it is that’s got you all tied up in knots.”

He took a deep breath.

“I buried a friend today. Ain’t that enough?”

“Yeah, I guess so.” I buried my face in his shirt.

“We should get some sleep,” he said, taking his arms from around me and turning to the bed. He caught my hand and pulled me with him. “Busy day tomorrow.”

“I think I’m gonna go,” I said, letting go of his hand. “If I go now, people will just think I stopped by the office on the way back from dinner.”

“No,” he said, then softer, “Please stay.” He reached out to touch my arm, sliding his fingers down back to mine. “I want to sleep next to you.”

We laid back down, my bare rum against his groin. I couldn’t resist giving it a small wiggle now and then, just to see what he would do.

I’d never felt anyone smile into my hair before, but I kinda liked it.

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[> [> I read it at work anyway... *VBG* -- Debi, 13:14:00 08/04/10 Wed

In the mean time,One word 'meantime' I thought, no reason I couldn’t freshen up
>a bit, make sure all of the pepper was out of my teeth
>and my breath didn’t reek of garlic. Not that it
>would matter. LOL! The little things we worry about with someone new. When you're with them for a while, you don't care as much.
>I’ll admit, it set me back on my heels. I should have
>shut the door but curiosity got the better of me and I
>picked it up and counted how many were missing. Only
>one. And they had expired last year. I hadn’t even
>really though about the fact that condoms could
>expire, yet here was an expired box with only one
>missing. And it made me terribly sad. I love her sentiment. There is something a little sad about that scene. Mike seems like a decent guys and deserves better.
>
>That thought gave me pause. I didn’t want anything
>Mandy wanted. VBG!
>He pat patted the bed next to him and I sat down.
>
>“I’m thinking the only person to blame, if we even
>can, is Andy himself. He threw that rope. If Big Joe
>hadn’t have made it, it’s just as likely he would have
>pulled Herbert down into the canyon and we’d have been
>in the same boat. By the
>time he got to my navel, I had to remind myself to
>breath.breathe
>
>“So borrow some of mine.” Yeah, because no one would suspect ANYTHING if she left wearing his clothes! Men are so thick sometimes...;-)
>
>“I didn’t want to be alone.” He glanced at me, then
>looked down again. “And there’s no one else...”
>
>Somewhere inside me, a little balloon popped,
>collapsing into a deflated mess on the floor of my
>chest. He didn’t want me. He just wanted someone to
>hold. Anyone. Wow, that's gotta hurt. Men are so thick sometimes... I love your wording here...
>
>“And I trust you not to say anything.”
>
>Well, maybe not just anyone. That helps, a little.
>“Oh god, Emma. You’re killing me.”
>
>“It’s ok,” I said. “I’ll hold you when you die.” LOVE this line!>
>This was what I wanted, him at my mercy, bodies
>straining and colliding. Ever since I saw him coming
>for me in the blizzard, when he held me close and put
>the first seed of desire in my gut, I had wanted him
>just as I had him now. Unreserved and open, staring
>me right in the eye. Loosing himself and taking me
>with him. Your sex scenes are always very descriptive but very ...what's the words? Not too graphic, not too flowery, just...real.
>

>I sat up, feeling distinctly sated and more than a
>little unkempt. Mike seemed oblivious to his lack of
>pants and I took a second to appreciate how much of
>his ass his t-shirt revealed. Never waste a good opportunity.
>
Another excellent scene. Your characters step out of the words and stand up, real and fully fleshed. It's like having a conversation with a friend. Hurry up and post more!

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[> [> Okay...I have to ask...what's up with the pajamas??? *G* >>> -- Myxtress, 16:12:24 08/09/10 Mon

And why the heck does he just climp into bed without making a pass at her????

Okay, seriously, the expired box of condoms with only one missing was kind of sad. Even more so, was that I questioned how many were in the box to begin with *G*

All in all, lots happening in this scene. And so, I think I'll have to read it a couple times to ensure I get all the under currents going on. ;-)

Hugs

Esther

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[> Love in a rainy climate >>>> -- Fi, 15:27:54 08/08/10 Sun

OK, I'd been putting off writing the love scene, but the challenge finally got me going :)

It's going to require some background. The year is 1675, the place is Ireland. Richard and Rose have known each other on-and-off since childhood. He's only recently realized that he's in love with her, but he's not in a position to marry her for a variety of reasons (religion, money, social standing). A man called Arthur Kirwan tried to seduce her, and when she resisted him, Arthur started spreading rumors about her. Richard challenged him to a duel and, rather unexpectedly, won.

This scene takes place immediately after the duel.

*****

Rose lead Richard to a wall and he leaned against it before he slid to the ground, his exhaustion more than physical. As she crouched beside him her scarf came undone and strands of hair stuck to her sweaty cheek. He winced when she put her hand on his thigh.

“You'll have to remove your britches,” she said.

He grimaced. “ If your reverend could hear you now!”

A faint blush spread across her cheeks, but she managed a grim smile. “He would say there are few actions more virtuous than tending the wounded.”

She stood, and fetched a small blade from the saddlepack. When she knelt beside him again, the stray hair unstuck from her cheek and tickled his arm. He forced himself to look away as the knife pulled apart the stitching, and caught an unexpected view down her bodice. Her breasts rose and fell, skin no doubt as soft as it was white. If he could bury his head there, he could forget any pain.

“Ow!” he yelled as she touched the wound.

“It's a scrape,” she said. “Not pulsing. Thank God.”

She rocked back on her heels. Blood was smeared down her bodice and skirt. Richard's? Arthur's? His belly cramped and he swallowed back a wave of nausea. He had killed a man. Because of him, Arthur Kirwan no longer walked, no longer breathed, no longer could hear a fly buzzing in his ear, or watch the rise and fall of a woman's breasts. Richard had severed Arthur's soul from his body and sent it to whatever place God saw fit.

“I didn't mean it,” he said. “God knows I didn't want to kill him.”

“You knew what could happen. It was him or you.”

“How could I turn him down? What kind of honor would I have?”

The stray hair had fallen in front of her eyes and she blew it back. “You men and your honor!” She blinked quickly, and he noticed her eyes were red. “It's my fault.”

“It's not. I never meant... It's not your fault, Rose.”

But she hadn't asked a question. She had accused herself. She rubbed her trembling hands on her already-bloody skirt.

“Take me away,” she said. “Take me away to the mountains and we'll be outlaws and I'll lie with you in the bog and never worry what any priest or chattering biddy thinks.”

A wave of desire washed over him and he leaned back against the wall. The jagged stone scratched his spine, the ground was mud beneath him, and he squeezed his eyes tight. He had killed a man, and he now wanted to take her here and now with the man's blood not yet cold, and he wondered how thin a thread still held him to the civilized world.

He heard her rip something – her petticoat perhaps – and wrap it around his wound. He opened his eyes to see her look up at the greying sky. “We should get shelter. Can you get on the horse, if I help you?”

He nodded. She bent over so he could put an arm around her shoulder and she could help him stand. She was right, the wound was barely a scratch, and he could walk fine. Yet when he breathed, the pain sucked at his lungs and heart, and he was sick to his soul.


They found the barn just as the rain started to fall, a fine mist that lifted the scent from Rose's hair. When she dismounted she offered him a hand, but he shook his head. He bit his tongue when the sore leg hit the ground, and led the mare into the barn. It still had the smell of the cows which housed here in the winter; but now it was empty except for the spiders and mice.

Rose breathed slowly and he wanted to touch her so much, and yet he barely dared to touch her. She unwrapped the scarf from her head and the rest of her hair fell, dripping and twinkling. When she smiled, her left eye squinted, and he thought that the loveliest squint in the world. The rain grew heavier, splattering the roof, dripping in through several holes. Something furry and quick scuttered up one of the rafters.

Rose took a step closer, shaking, and he took her into his arms. Her head on his chest, her body breathing in and out. A cold raindrop dribbled down his neck. This was not how he had dreamed this moment – and God knows he had dreamed it often enough.

“You should go home,” he said. “Your family will come looking for you.”

“Not for a long time. My father thinks I'm with my sister, and my sister thinks I'm with my father.”

“And if either of them checks with the other?”

“That would require them to talk to each other.”

“Ah.”

“My home is where you are. I told you, I'll be an outlaw in the mountains, if you want me to be.”

“When did you get so reckless?”

“Since you made me so.”

He kissed her forehead and tasted rain. He kissed her eyes and tasted tears. He kissed her lips, and they were soft. She fumbled with the thread on his shirt and he had to help her take it off. She lay her hand against his chest and his heart beat through her.

He took the blanket from the saddlepack and slapped the mare's flank. “Keep your eye on the door, Nessa.” Not that anyone would be here tonight, with the rain falling harder than before. He took out some matches and a candle and lit a flame so he could see better in the dimness of the barn. So he could see her better.

He laid down the blanket and the candle, and took her hands. Perhaps it was possible to forget everything, to let the world shrink to this place and this time and this woman.

“Your leg?” she asked.

“It'll be fine,” he said. “You're shaking.”

“My clothes are wet.”

“We should take them off, then.”

The candlelight glowed on her hair and her skin, and flickered against the nipples that were the colour of her name. Her thighs were round and warm. Everything about her was round and warm.

“An outlaw,” he said. “You'd make a fine highwaywoman.”

“I'd ride alongside you and keep your powder dry. Oh!”

“Did that hurt?”

“Just a little. Can you shift your weight? Yes, that's better. Much better.”

“Ah Rose. My Rose. My heart, my pulse, my life.”

The horse whinnied and the rain clattered harder outside.

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[> [> Lovely... -- debikm, 18:52:14 08/08/10 Sun

You have a very lyrical way with phrasing that makes me a bit jealous. I love how you weave the sense into the story, sometimes with unexpected results. I'm (im)patiently waiting for more of this story to come along.

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[> [> Nice! Very, very nice. >>> -- Myxtress, 17:18:37 08/09/10 Mon

There's just something about a man defending a lady's honour that gets to me. Never mind that I'm wondering what the repercussions are going to be, besides what I think they will be, based on what little I know of this story. *G*

But yeah, a very easily pictured scene you captured beautifully.

Hugs

Esther

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[> Well. Okay. I guess S-E-X can get me out of the land of lurkdom. >>> -- Myxtress, 15:20:40 08/09/10 Mon

Excerpt from working title ‘Pander’
by E.M. Sawatzky © 2010 All rights reserved.
Posted for critiquing purposes only and does not constitute publication.



It was a soft kiss, promising to lead to more, but we were still on Midnight. With a murmur of regret, he lifted his head and smiled down at me. “Where are we going?” I asked, in an attempt to take my mind off where I wanted the kiss to go.

“You’ll see.”

“Have you let Midnight in on the destination, or are you letting him choose it?”

“Close your eyes.”

“What? Why?”

“You rely on your sight too much. You need to be aware of everything, not just what you can see.”

“Oh.” I closed my eyes and leaned back into him, trusting him to look after me.

“Keep them closed until I tell you to open them.”

Without my sight, my other senses did come alive. The first thing I became aware of was the buzz of insects. The sound of Midnight’s hooves on the ground changed from an earthy clop to a sharp click. We left the forest and were on a rocky incline. I noticed the sound of rushing water. I was quite proud of myself when I recognized Grey Wolf’s subtle shifts, the pressure his thighs and calves applied, and Midnight’s immediate response to the direction.

We reached the top, the sound of water drowning out all else. “Are we almost there?”

“A little further, Sweetings.”

We were going down; I could feel it as we leaned back to keep our balance. I was past curious and wanting the mystery of where he was taken us to be revealed. “Can I open my eyes now?”

“Not yet, just a little longer.”

The decline was getting steeper, the powerful roar of the water louder. I felt Grey Wolf shift his weight; this time he responded to Midnight as the horse made a side pass down the steeper area. At the base, we stopped and Grey Wolf dismounted. With his hand warm on my thigh, I had the sense he was searching our surroundings. A sense proven true when his hand squeezed tighter for a second and then disappeared. “Grey?”

“Not yet.”

Midnight followed his master, a dutiful companion, leading me to where Grey Wolf wanted me to be. Seconds passed, minutes forming in the span. With a soft neigh and a quick bob of his head, Midnight stopped.

“We’re here. Open your eyes.”

I opened them, and drew in a gasp. “It’s beautiful,” I said when I was able, my voice full of awe. I tried to take everything in at once, but my sight was taken over by the water of the falls. The first rays of morning sunlight shone, making the crystal clear water cascading over the rocks and free-falling to the pool below glitter like diamonds. Foamy at the base, the spectacle sprayed its refreshing mist for several feet. Steam rose all over the pool, the water warmer than the air this early in the morning.

A hawk’s cry drew my attention away. Looking up towards the sky, I saw several distant snow capped mountain peaks residing over their paradise. Forest surrounded us on all sides, except for the rocks that made up the falls, but even there trees grew out of the ragged incline above it. The bird of prey circled, and disappeared into the light at the top of the falls. Turning away from the glare, I focused downward. From my vantage point on Midnight, I could see the depth of the water changed from being deep where the water converged and becoming shallower towards the edges. On the farthest point from the falls, water flowed out, and I twisted around to see another fall. There were more going down the mountain.

I looked down at Grey Wolf and saw he was watching me, his pleasure coming from mine. “Oh Grey, it’s the most beautiful place I’ve ever seen.”

“Wait until you get in the water, Sweetings.”

Eager to do just that, I too dismounted, lacking all the finesse and elegance Grey Wolf possessed. My clumsiness forgotten when his body pressed up behind mine. The heat from his bare chest warmed me through my clothes.

His arms wrapped around me, his hands captured and held mine. “When you’re naked before me, then its beauty will be complete.”

His breath was a tease against my ear. His whispered words left me breathless.

I allowed my head to rest against his shoulder. “Nothing could be more perfect than this is Grey.”

Only then he proved my words false. A subtle shift of the body and his lips touched mine in a lingering kiss that promised everything I could ever want. Once more. Twice he came back. A third time. And then his personality reasserted itself, and he stood straight.

With his arm possessive around my waist, he turned his attention to Midnight. “Thank you, my friend.”

Midnight seemed to understand, bobbing his head and nudging at Grey Wolf before he wandered off to graze where he may.

In harmony side by side, we waited until the anticipation had built up to right moment, and then I turned in Grey Wolf’s arms so I was facing him, my hands on his shoulders. It was the most natural thing in the world to stand there and wait for him to entice me. I didn’t have a long wait. His eyes took on a slumberous hue, his head bent, and his lips captured mine in a deep kiss. My lips opened under the pressure of his, his tongue taking advantage and slipping in to explore. His hands rested on my hips, his thumbs circling in lazy passes. I couldn’t get enough. I wanted more. I needed more. Leaning into him, letting him support my weight, I stretched up as far as I could to deepen the kiss.

With casual strength, he lifted me, my legs wrapping around his waist in an instinct as old as time. Now I had the leverage I wanted. With a desperate need, I reversed our normal roles and became the aggressor. My tongue ravaged his mouth, my hands caressed his shoulders and fisted in his hair. When that wasn’t enough, I pressed as tight against him as possible only to discover I couldn’t get close enough.

It was Grey Wolf who tore his mouth away from mine, his hands that eased my hold on him, his arms that lowered me to the ground. “Easy Sweetings. I need…wai—”

“Wait? You know Grey, I’m getting tired of being teased.” I jerked out of his grasp and skirted away, an idea forming. “I think it’s about time someone showed you what it’s like.”

“You’re not much of a tease, Sweetings.” The laughter in his voice mocked me more than his smirk. “You are always too eager to touch me, to do as I say.”

“You may be right. But, not this time. I’m not going to touch you. I’m going to go into that wonderful pool and soak the smell off. You keep your hands to yourself, until you’re ready to take what I have to offer.”

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He watched as she backed up, the glint of her eye warning him that she was up to something. There was no doubt he would regret speaking. All he wanted to say was how he needed her too much to go slow. He had brought her here to worship her, but found his urge to dominate were stronger than ever. Her words intrigued him though, and he was curious as to what she might do to entice him.

Time slowed as he watched her fingers reach for the bottom of her shirt. Arms crossed she pulled the shirt up over her head, exposing her breasts to his greedy gaze. She threw the shirt off to the side before she reached up to untie her hair. Soft wisps had escaped during their ride and framed her face, but it was the breasts accentuated by her raised arms that mesmerized him. They moved with her as she ran her fingers through her hair to free it from the braid.

Without conscious thought, he walked toward her, needing to touch what she had revealed, to entangle his fists in her hair and dictate her needs until she begged him to end her torment.

“What are you doing?”

Her words stopped him in his tracks. She was serious about this little game. So be it. He would play along. For now. He would let her think she was in charge if it made her happy. She smiled at him as she inched her buckskins down, stopping just before she revealed the silken curls to him. She turned her back to him, let them drop to the ground and stepped out of them, bending over to tug the second pant leg off.

He felt the tightening, the pressure building inside him. “Great Spirit, give me strength,” he whispered.

She turned and looked at him over her shoulder. “Did you say something?”

He cleared his throat. “Great Spirit, guide her steps,” he said. “The rocks are slippery.”

“Of course. The rocks are slippery.” She turned back towards the pool, her steps slow.

Grey Wolf watched as her body disappeared in the steam created by the hot water. He listened to her sighs of contentment as the warmth enveloped her, the sounds feeding his imagination. She made that same sound when he made love to her. For a quick instant, he felt impatience. If she wasn’t playing games with him he would already be inside her, the soft whimpers the result of desire not hot water.

“Oh Grey Wolf, this pool is delicious. Thank you. Nothing has ever felt this good. It’s like having your hands caressing me all over. Everywhere I need you.”

Still standing where he had stopped, his teeth clenched. The little minx! She was enjoying this. He caught the teasing in her voice, her insinuations. Did she not know what she was doing to him? Oh yes, he immediately answered himself. She knew. What she didn’t know was soon the sun would evaporate the mist around her and she would have no place to hide. Then she would be at his mercy.

He waited. The mist was taking forever to disperse as he listened to the sounds of the splashing water and her heartfelt moans, each driving rational thoughts right out of his mind and increasing his lust. Worse, was the occasional glimpses he caught of her as the mist taunted him with her image.

The Great Spirit was playing with him. It couldn’t be a coincidence that the moment he could see her clearly in the water she rose, as beautiful and graceful as a sea nymph, and even more desirable because she was his. The water sluiced down her breasts and then ran in trails down her stomach to gather in the curls visible above the water. Her hair clung to the swells like a second skin.

Too late, he noticed her watching him. Once she had eye contact with him, she broke it to gaze with a decided un-maiden-like insolence at the bulge in his buckskins.

“Uncomfortable?” she asked, letting her eyes wander over him.

He waited until she focused on his face and then nodded, not trusting his voice. In truth, he was beyond uncomfortable, but he welcomed it, embraced it in order to keep control.

“Well get undressed, silly. Then come sit down over there,” she said turning her head to motion to a rock on the shallow end of the pool.

Again, he waited until she met his eyes, daring her without words to watch. She accepted his challenge, her eyes straying to his hands, her tongue tracing her lips as he started to undress. For every loop, he took a step toward her, his movements meant to be slow and mesmerizing. He stood on the edge of the pool by the time his lacings were undone, feeling victorious as he pushed the confining material over his hips. Two could play the strip game, and while his wasn’t as graceful as hers had been, he had felt her eyes taking in what he revealed.

Then she smiled, and he realized she was still playing. To make matters worse, he was close enough to see the flush on her face, the rosy hue on her skin, the water that beaded and ran down her luscious curves. He wanted to devour her, to lick the water off drop by drop, to make her squirm for making him wait. But she had not offered herself to him yet. He would not give her the satisfaction of knowing how out of control he was, how much he needed her. His movements were rough and jerky as he kicked the damned material off his feet.

“Aren’t you going to sit down?”

He shook his head. There was no way he was going anywhere but in the water with her.

She took a step toward him, and then another, and another, her stance widening with every movement. The water was lapping around her mid-thigh when she stopped. He let his gaze caress her, as he wanted to do, roaming from her nipples to the curls at the juncture of her thighs.

He shook his head, thinking he must be dreaming. No, wait, he wasn’t dreaming. Her hands had followed his gaze. But she wasn’t paying attention to him, her head was back, the slender column of her throat visible as she caressed herself. Startled, he could do nothing but watch. Her hand left, her fingertips blazing a trail back up to her breasts, her throat. Her lips. She met his stare, and then with deliberate intent, put her index finger in her mouth, sucking for a moment before she removed it.

“What do you taste like?” he asked before he could sensor his thoughts. He knew damn well what she tasted like. He swallowed, imagining her essence sliding down his throat. His hunger was a sharp tang of the starving.

“Hmmmm. Let’s see.” This time she swirled her tongue around the tip. “Sweet. With a faint hint of ...something. If you sit down, I’ll give you a taste.”

He didn’t want to sit down on the damned rock, but like a drowning man he grabbed hold of the branch that promised to save him. There was no other choice, it was either sit or sink. Once he was on the rock, she glided toward him, more of her body exposed to his gaze. He swallowed when her fingers found the treasure he coveted, disappearing to stroke for a few moments and then re-emerge. Bringing her fingers to his lips, she traced the bottom one, his tongue following the path. He pulled them into his mouth, sucking gently, long past the time necessary for a taste, releasing them with reluctance when she pulled them away. Her breasts were a feast before his eyes, the perfect height for him to reach out and savour with his tongue.

“Are you offering?” he asked, his voice a hoarse whisper.

“Not yet,” she said lowering herself back into the water and moving toward the side where the bottom sloped at a low angle.

“I won’t wait much longer. End it now or I will.”

“Let me find the right spot. I have plans for you, don’t spoil them.”

“I can’t wait.”

“Yes, you can. And you will.”

“What do you want?”

“You’ll see. Don’t worry about the future, live in the moment. Remember?”

Remember? He had no idea what nonsense she was spewing. Or rather he did, but she had taken it out of context and was using it against him. He forced himself to listen.

“…and if you’re not willing to satisfy me…”

Not satisfy her? Great Spirit. He’d show her…

She looked at him, her head tilted to the side as she watched him.

He raised his eyebrow. “What are you thinking?”

She twisted around, presenting him with her back. And her ass.

He walked into the water, so intent on her he didn’t notice the heat. And then he lost his breath.

After peaking over her shoulder and giving him a wicked grin she rolled onto her back. Then she cupped her breasts and squeezed them together. Grey Wolf received the message loud and clear. He straddled her, stroking his cock between her breasts, the water lapping around them. He slipped his finger inside her as he pushed himself forward. Her eyes closed and a small whimper encouraged him.

“Is this what you wanted?” he asked as her muscles clenched around his finger, squeezing without mercy. On the next thrust, two fingers replaced the one and her back arched, her muscles rippling around him.

“Damn it! Sweetings we can’t do this. You’ll go under!”

Her eyes opened and mocked him. “It’s shallow here. I checked. What did you think I was doing while you were pouting out there?”

“There’s a flaw in your fantasy.”

“Hmmmm?”

“When I move the water moves.”

“Does it? She said in apparent innocence. “Let’s see.”

He moved, one long, fast stroke, the water currents following him. She’d get the point. When her face submerged. When in this ridiculous position she swallowed water when she could be swallowing his seed. The minx closed her eyes and held her breath, arching so her head went farther under than he intended.

When the soft lap of waves receded she gazed at him in mirth. “Yep, you’re right. It moves. But it’s not a flaw. You just have to go slow.”

Mesmerized he watched her hair float around her, her breasts bobbing in harmony with the waves. He closed his eyes, needing to get the image of her beneath him out of mind, the look of trust in her eyes. It didn’t work, he could still feel her. Closing his eyes heightened the sensation instead of detracting from it. His control was disappearing. He didn’t think he could take much more. Her moans as he continued to caress her drove him wild. He stopped his ministrations, but her hips didn’t listen; they rose to slide over his fingers without hesitation.

“I can’t go slow. And I need to be IN you. Now.”

“Do you? I wouldn’t know.”

He pulled away from her. Using one hand to brace himself, he used the other to grab one of hers and wrap it around his erection. “Feel it! This is what you do to me.”

He had made another mistake. The touch of her hand on his flesh almost made him orgasm. The hot water was cool against his fevered body, his temperature increasing with each stroke of her hand. “The game is over!”

“Game? I wasn’t playing any game. I was very serious.” Her soft purr emphasized his raggedness.

“So am I. Say it!”

“No.”

“No?” His hand clamped down on hers, stilling the movement. “What do you mean no?”

She laughed. “I wasn’t aware no had another meaning. But there is a word women use in my time that applies here. It’s called compromise. You should learn it, and then we wouldn’t have to go through this.” She looked where his hand was restraining hers. “And as much fun as this is, I’d be willing to make a compromise, this once, if you let go of my hand.”

He was a fool. He was at her mercy, not the other way around, and she knew it. The knowing look in her eyes told him as much. She knew all she had to do was ask, and he would fulfill her every desire. Even if it killed him. He released her hand.

In turn she released him and glided out farther into the water. “Come here.”

He shook his head; to go near her now would be to attack her. The water allowed her to glide back to him, underneath him, to a position she had referred to as missionary. Unable to help himself, he braced his forehead against hers as she wound her arms around him and pulled herself up against him.

She pulled back, pressing her lips against his. Softly. Once. Twice. A third time she lingered. And yet it was her smile that was his undoing; seductive and innocent, her whispered words almost lost in the beauty of it. “I give myself to you. Take what is offered.”

“Sweetin—”

She placed her finger over his lips to silence him. “Just do me one favour.”

“Anything.” The sincerity of his promise was enforced by a firm kiss.

“Don’t be gentle.”

He used his hands to balance himself, her face in the curve of his neck as he growled low in his throat. Her teeth nipped his shoulder on his first hard thrust.

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[> [> Mmm, verrry sensual >>> -- Fi, 16:47:41 08/09/10 Mon

And I love the descriptions of the waterfall and the hawk as well :)

>“Don’t be gentle.”
I don't think there's much danger of that!

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[> [> [> Thanks! >>> -- Myxtress, 11:24:21 08/12/10 Thu

>And I love the descriptions of the waterfall and the
>hawk as well :)

Thanks again *G*
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>>“Don’t be gentle.”
>I don't think there's much danger of that!

Well one never knows, but in this instance it's highly unlikely ;-)

Thanks for reading and commenting. Much appreciated!

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[> [> Grey can take me for a ride any time! ;-) -- debikm, 06:42:26 08/10/10 Tue

I swear I saw a typo in there somepalce, but I was so distracted by the time I finished reading it that I can't find it to save my life. Mmm... yeah, guess you can tell I enjoyed this scene... Yep, sure did ;-)

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[> [> [> Oh he can, can he? >>> -- Myxtress, 11:29:39 08/12/10 Thu

>I swear I saw a typo in there somepalce, but I was so
>distracted by the time I finished reading it that I
>can't find it to save my life. Mmm... yeah, guess you
>can tell I enjoyed this scene... Yep, sure did ;-)

LOL Someplace eh? I'll keep looking. *G*

Well, I guess that's one way to get someone to look at my writing more than once. Send em' looking for typos *G* Seriously, I'm glad this distracted you and that you enjoyed it. And thanks for reading.

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