Wednesday, September 16, 2009

Random Scene That I May Use

Anna had been through a long, rough day. She was determined to stay in tonight, watch the ball drop on TV and drink a bottle of good wine alone in her pajamas. She had been dreaming of her night of solitude since her alarm went off that morning. Showering when she got home, she pulled on her favorite pair of pajamas, grabbed a thick blanket and bottle of wine and settled onto the couch. Only two glasses of wine into the bottle her doorbell rang.

She was surprised to find Michael when she opened the door. His eyes glittered with moonlight, "I was disappointed that you weren’t at Olivia's party. I am here to drag you into the New Year."

She smiled and stood aside to let him in, "No dragging will be necessary, I'm celebrating quietly tonight."

She watched him walk from the foyer to the living room, throwing his long wool coat over the back of her sofa. He was handsome in a way that made it hurt to look at him too long. His hair longer than traditionally worn by men his age, but it suited him perfectly. She found herself always watching his eyes, which were always smiling, even when he was serious. Women threw themselves at him regularly, he would flirt back politely, but rarely did it go anywhere. He was a genuinely good man.

"Would you like a glass of wine?" she asked walking into the living room behind him.

"No, I’d like you to get dressed."

"Where are we going?" she asked sipping her own wine. He winked at her, "It's a surprise, but dress warmly. In fact, let me help you."

She choked on the sip of wine she had just taken, "Excuse me?"

"Let me pick your clothes,” he rolled his eyes at her, “you just put on what I tell you to put on, then we'll go." He kissed her cheek and went to her bedroom.

"Michael?" she said questioningly, "exactly how much celebrating have you done already?"

"None yet. Why do you ask?" He said from her closet. "You just seem a little...I don't know if giddy would be the right word to describe a man like you, but that's how it seems."

He walked out of her closet holding a pair of jeans, a royal blue cable knit sweater, and her black wool pea coat. "I would have to agree that giddy may not be a word that heartens my masculinity, but I guess the thought of getting you to myself for once has me a bit excited."

"Why is that?" she felt herself flush and was immediately annoyed with herself.

"I have something to show you. Something I've been wanting to share with you for years, but it never seemed a good time. Now, on the eve of a new year, is as good a time as any." His eyes sparkled with such delight that she got caught up in the excitement.

She dressed quickly, having taken a shower when she got home it didn't take her long to get ready. She walked back out to the living room to find it empty.

"Michael?" she called out. "Right here," his warm breath touched her neck and she startled to have him so close to her and not know it. "You startled me," she said whipping around to face him, "I'm ready."

He took a deep breath, "I hope that's true."

They walked out of the house, Michael pulling the front door closed and checking to make sure it locked behind them. Then his arm was around her waist guiding her to his car. She smiled when she saw the red sports car, "Pulling out all the stops tonight?" His deep chuckle rumbled through her, "I know you love this car, so I decided to indulge you.”

"Thank you." She smiled up at him, and when he looked down at her, she felt something stir in her for the first time.

“Don’t thank me yet. You have no idea what’s waiting for you.”

"Wait," she put a hand on his chest stepping in front of him to stop his progress, "What is this? I've seen you in all of your moods but this, this is something new.""You won't wait?" he asked smiling."For the big reveal, yes I'll wait, but you need to give me something to work with. I've been completely off kilter since you walked in the door." He seemed to be thoughtful for a moment, "Okay, fair enough. I am springing this on you unexpectedly, the least I can do is telling you why before I tell you what.""Thank you," she said and started to say something more, but his kiss silenced her. She felt his lips on hers as he moved closer to her. Pinned between the car and Michael, she couldn't figure out what was happening until she heard Michael whisper her name, "Anna, please understand." His mouth closed harder over hers, she felt herself responding before she had made the decision to do so. His tongue traced her lips to part them and she obliged opening her mouth to him. He moaned and pressed himself against her. She felt her entire being catch fire as her tongue danced lazily with his.

Her arms, which had been limp at her sides, suddenly wound around his waist and she pulled him tighter to her. She moaned into his mouth and his body tightened around her. He pulled his mouth away from hers, looking down into her eyes. His whole being shook with the need that was coursing through him. "Michael?" she said with ragged breath."Yes?" he whispered into her ear, resting his head on her shoulder."What was that?" she asked."Our first kiss." he murmured kissing her neck. "First kiss? So there will be another one?" she said finding it difficult to stay focused with his mouth on her."Oh yes," he said leaning in to kiss her again. She put a hand on his lips and stopped him.

“We either need to take this back inside, or get going, my neighbors are watching.” She giggled.

“Let them watch just one more time,” he growled dragging her hand away and kissing her roughly. It was an intense kiss, she couldn’t remember ever being kissed like this. When he finally broke away from her, he was breathing as heavily as she was. “Maybe you’re right, elf,” he said his hands still running the length of her arms, “we should take this back inside.”

“What about the secret?” she asked with her eyes closed, loving the feeling of him so close to her.

“That will have to wait, this cannot.” He pulled her behind him and walked back to the front door. She fumbled with the keys, which was difficult as his hands and lips were on her neck, in her hair, and the feeling of him pressed against her was making it impossible to focus.

Impatient he took them, and opened the door. Pushing her inside ahead of him, he slammed it shut and turned the deadbolt. She was pulling out of her coat when he turned back and reached out for her.

The trip to bedroom happened in a blur, there was a hurricane of movement, clothes tossed as they went. Her phone rang and she grabbed it off the stand and tossed it across the room to silence it. His deep chuckle made her knees weak, and standing there in only her skimpy under things she suddenly felt exposed and self conscious. She reached down to the bed to grab at the comforter, looking for a way to hide her body. He yanked it from her.

“No hiding tonight,” he said huskily, “I want to see all of you.”

He dipped down to kiss her again, her response was more than he could have hoped for. She pulled him to her, kissing him hard, and pulling him onto the bed.

Her inhibitions gone, she pulled at the remaining clothing he was still wearing; she wanted to remove all of the barriers between them. He obliged, letting her remove the last of his clothes, but flipped her onto her back when she was done. He slowly made his way down the length of her torso, kissing and biting every inch of her. When he reached the soft lace, he dipped his tongue beneath the waistline, then pulled at the material with more force than he intended, the delicate fabric ripped, “Sorry.”

“It’s okay,” she managed to say between ragged breaths; “They’re not my favorite ones.”

“Suddenly,” he said hotly against her thigh, “they are my favorite.” He lifted her hips to remove the rest of the material from her then slid himself back up to kiss her. He was mad with need for her, and she could feel it. Her hand slid between them and closed around him. She used her new leverage to turn him onto his back. She kissed and bit at his hot skin, her hands working magic on him keeping him unable to breathe.

“I had planned to take this slowly,” he gasped for air as her hand squeezed gently, “you’re making it hard to keep it an option.”

“Slow can happen later,” biting at his lip softly, “right now, I need you too much to wait.”

She kissed her way down his throat, across his chest, and down his abdomen. Her hand never stopping the slight pressure, he inhaled sharply when he felt her tongue flick at the tip of him. His eyes closed involuntarily when her mouth closed around him, she moaned at the taste of him. Slowly and deliberately alternated between feather light kisses, flicks of her tongue, and hungry, possessive sucking. He whispered her name and found his hands tangled in her hair, pulling her mouth harder down on him, every time she moaned the vibrations electrified him.

She crawled back up his long tense body, and straddled him. “Now is the time to change your mind,” she whispered in his ear. He moaned and let go of his attempt to restrain himself, thrusting into her and almost coming when she moaned his name. His mouth came down hard on hers and they found a rhythm that almost shook the house down around them. Her hands were on his hips pulling him roughly to her as she bucked up to meet him. Each thrust sent electric shocks running through him, he drove into her with abandon and she begged him for more.

She pushed him over to be on top of him, and he let her take control. He hadn’t know this woman was hiding inside his precious elf. He would have never thought that underneath her sweet, smiling, and understated exterior, was the wildly sexual and fiercely erotic woman. The possibility of spending endless nights in her bed, getting to know every inch of her thrilled him. He pushed himself up into a sitting position with her rocking against him in his lap; he wound his hands through her hair and pulled her mouth down to his.

His kiss was slow and sensual and her thrusts down became slow and long. She moaned into his mouth, and he pulled her down hard against his hips. She threw her head back and screamed his name, and his body reacted and white-hot lightening ripped through him. They collapsed against each other in breathless, sweating, satisfied tangle of limbs.

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