| “Tangled” by Sep *** Honor and love to Travis. *** Part 9 "What's the matter?" She asked, and without thought, laid her hand against his arm where it lay crossed with the other against his chest. Her voice was as soft as the wind through the trees, and his thoughts seemed at once miles away, and yet tumbled back to her when she touched him. In his hand, as it came to close around hers, she seemed very small and yet he knew she was very strong. A soft little smile played on his lips as he thought of her but said nothing for a minute. "I missed you. I wanted to see you but I was, I did not know what you were feeling." "Oh, John…" She sighed, and instead of pulling back, leaned ever so slightly against him. "I haven't known what to think either. I don't want to confuse you. That's just not fair and yet I want…" "Yes, you said you wanted." He finished. That did make her back up and the look on her face was everything he'd ever seen in her, passing by in soft changing expression. She looked happy, sad, worried, and too, he thought, there was something more. He ran the edge of his thumb across her cheek, and then lay his palm gently against her there. Nothing. Absolutely nothing and everything hung in the air between them and he remembered their kiss, he wondered if she was remembering the same moment. He thought of his Aunt's smile when he'd said how he wanted to be with Jane, how she'd sounded so sure it was right. It was right. He felt that deep inside, and it was killing him to hold back as he looked into her eyes. When she stepped toward him, he looked into her eyes with all the questions in his heart. It was then that she answered, with the barest brush of her lips against his face. Closer, yes, his mind raced, and he pulled her to him with one strong arm around her waist. With the hand that had held hers, he led her instinctively, fingers wound in her hair, until her soft lips met his. Yes, oh yes, his thoughts seemed to flow, to race and move so fluidly. Everything was her, everything, and he wanted more. He could tell this time that she wanted him, and as he moved back to look at her once more, a study of her eyes told him that Jane was feeling just as he felt, and with a smile, he reached out to her and as she watched him, unbuttoned the top of her blouse slowly and easily. He didn't do this with any intent to seduction. He wanted to touch her, that was all. He wanted to see what was underneath her clothes. He wished she wasn't wearing clothes, or for that matter, that he wasn't, but that could happen. "John," She hesitated. "If we…" "If we what?" He smiled, almost a laugh as he progressed downward to the second and third button, then the fourth. Her shirt was wide open and beneath she wore a blue satin brassiere. John's fingers ran over the shiny material, not thinking of the effect it might have upon her. It was pretty, and he noticed that her eyes closed when he touched her there. "If we what, Jane?" "If we… " She laughed and straightened up, moving against him instead of away. "Make Love?" He asked. She stared up at him in surprise, moving her mouth to speak but not finding the words. "I didn't know if you knew, if you had… ever.. " "I haven't. I watch TV, Jane." He said, and they both laughed. She felt so good and so right to him that he wanted to hold her forever and be safe with her, lost in her world, her arms. "Yes well, the real thing is a little different than TV, John." She said, and as she moved against him, she did something that got his attention in a way she probably didn't even intend. She inhaled, deep and slow by his neck, and under his hair. She was scenting him as he had done with her, and it struck something deep and primal within his body. His heart raced, and he could feel that part of him harden as it had before when he thought of her, only now it was real, and she was here in his arms, she wanted him. "Show me." His voice sounded ragged to his own ears. "Show me, please. Let me, please, let me make love to you Jane. I want to be with you so much. I want us to be together that way." Tears shone in her eyes, and her fingers twirled around the little locket that hung on his chest. "John, I do want you, I can't go on thinking or pretending that I don't. Everything inside me wants you here with me, in every way I can have you." She stepped back then, and he watched with some concern that she was going to tell him all of that and then say they couldn't move on together. Instead, she walked over and clicked the little knob on her bedroom door to lock it, and on her way back to him, she dimmed the small bedside lamp. The room was quieted in shades of amber-red. Once more, she stood in front of him and as he watched, she finished the last two buttons of her blouse, and let it fall away to the floor. He felt his heart as it thumped inside his head, as he watched her take off the smooth black pants she wore, the ones that felt so nice to touch. Beneath those she wore… the thought of the garment, and what it was called, and that he hadn't put any on, struck him so funny that he nearly laughed, but all he did was smile widely and move to touch her. This time, she wasn't planning to stop him. |