Disclaimer: Scarecrow and Mrs. King is the property of Warner Brothers and Shoot the Moon Productions. This story is the property of my own imagination and is for entertainment purposes only! I retain the right to the plot, not the characters! No copyright infringement is intended!
This is the long awaited and also long promised sequel to my story Dancing into May - April shower's bring May flowers. If you haven't read that one yet I recommend to read that first, otherwise this story won't make any sense to you!
I want to thank you, Lanie, for your (as always) fantastic beta Job!
I know how long you have been waited for this *wink*
Dancing into May, Austrian Interlude
Salzburg, Austria, April 30th, 1988
"I still can't believe you did this, Lee." Slight frustration swung in Amanda's voice as she inserted the key into the lock of their hotel room. "Why didn't you tell me you have been feeling sick for days?" she asked as she entered their room, followed by her sniffling husband.
"I'm so sorry, Amanda. I didn't mean to…to…" Lee stopped talking, pulled out a tissue to cover his nose and mouth just in time as a big sneeze filled the hotel room.
ACHOOO!
"God bless you."
"God is upset with me too," said Lee as he blew his already tortured and sore nose for the up tenth time.
"I'm not upset, Lee. I'm worried. Well, maybe I'm upset but not about you have been gotten sick. I'm upset you lied to me and that you didn't go to see the doctor. If you would have been to the doctor I'm pretty sure he wouldn't have let you set a foot in the airplane."
"Aman-"'
"No. I'm not done yet, Lee," she scolded him with a finger. Her voice softened. "I know you had promised me this trip two years ago and I have been looking forward to it since then, but look at you now," said Amanda in a motherly voice as she stroke his flushed cheek, "you're in the middle of a nasty sinus infection which didn't come overnight and won't leave overnight either, so would you listen to me this time and take your medicine the doctor prescribed?" She held up a small plastic bag, containing some pills and sprays. Lee eyed the bag skeptically with a disgusted expression on his face.
"You know I hate pills," he grumbled as he pulled out a fresh tissue from the tissue box on the nightstand. He sat down at his side of the bed and went for another round of nose blowing. "What?" he asked irritated through the tissue as he stared at his wife who stared back at him?
"Blowing makes it only worse," Amanda said calmly. "The more you blow, the worse it gets. I always tell this to Phillip and Jamie. It's better to pull it up."
"Pull it up?" Lee stared at her. "You mean I should snuffle the snot instead of blowing?"
"Yes. And if you have paid enough attention to what Dr. Pachlhuber had said while he examined you, you would have heard it yourself. His English wasn't that bad after all."
"Eeeeeek! That's disgusting! How do I get rid of it when I'm not allowed to blow?" Lee shivered.
"The doctor didn't tell you, you aren't allowed to blow your nose, Lee, did he? He said it would be better for your nose. You can blow your nose whenever you want but it won't hasten your recovery at all. But if you take your medicine instead of fussing around, we might get home, soon," Amanda told him with a warming smile while she examined the medications and added, "Remember what Dr. Pachlhuber said. Only when the infection is gone, are you cleared to fly back home and until then," she pointed at the medicine she had neatly put on Lee's nightstand, "You just do what's best for your recovery…with those medicine," she said, rolling her eyes at Lee who grimaced at the mention of the word medicine.
"Medicine is the ugliest word of the year," protested Lee. That didn't go unnoticed by Amanda.
"You are going to survive it, Sweetheart," she chuckled and turned to the bed to face her still sitting husband. Her voice softened. "I promise to reward you in the end. All you have to do is just to take the medicine," she winked seductively at him
"Oh? Is that so?" Lee grinned mischievously at his wife. "How about a prepayment, then?" He wiggled his eyebrows and in the next moment he had reached out to pull Amanda flush between his parted knees.
"Lee!" She gasped. "You're sick. You need your rest," she protested, trying to wriggle out of his grasp but he held her tightly against his solid body, his hands already exploring the soft skin of her back beneath the pink blouse she was wearing. When he had managed to pull her blouse out of her jeans, she didn't know and she didn't care right now. Amanda couldn't help the little moan that escaped her lips when his hands wandered further up her back to the clasp of her bra. With her hands resting on his shoulders, Amanda closed her eyes at the feeling of her husband's talented fingers massaging her soft skin. Another moan escaped her when Lee huskily ordered her to sit down onto his lap and she followed his request without hesitation.
"I may be sick, but I'm not dead, you know," he whispered gruffly against her ear the moment his hands wandered down, cupping her bottom, pulling her closer onto his lap to let her feel that he was all but dead. Even through the material of her jeans, Amanda could feel his growing desire and she felt a rush of excitement rushing through her own body. She closed her eyes and moaned softly, running her fingers through his fine hair. Lee smiled in triumph against her ear, knowing that she just had given herself away with that gesture.
"Lee," she said softly as he drew her earlobe into his mouth to nibble gently on it. "Don't bite me", she said half playfully, half moaning, feeling his teeth teasing her.
"I won't," he whispered, without letting go of her earlobe and added growly, "Unless you want me to."
Then, out of the blue, he let go of her earlobe and pushed her off of his lap, letting her anything but elegantly plop to his right side on the comforter.
"Lee!" She exclaimed at his ungentlemanly behavior but couldn't resist a chuckle as she saw him grabbing frantically for the tissue box but it was too late already. While still grabbing for the tissue box with the left hand Lee buried his nose in the crook of his elbow's right arm.
A loud sneeze shook the room.
ACHOOO!
Absolute silence filled the room and Lee breathed a sigh of relief. No one was seriously hurt. But it wasn't over yet…
ACHOOO!
ACHOOO!
ACHOOO!
"Gesundheit." Amanda couldn't hold back the snorting laugh that bubbled out of her.
"I'm sorry," Lee choked as he finally got the tissue box safely from the nightstand into his lap. He pulled one out and blew his nose.
Amanda, still laughing, crawled next to her suffering husband and padded his shoulder sympathetically.
"Congratulations to your first multiple nose-gasm…" she snickered. "At least one of us got lucky today."
"WHAT?!" Lee gaped open mouthed at his wife. "My first…what?"
"Multiple…" she couldn't continue to speak at the sight of Lee's total dumb fumbled facial expression. She cleared her throat loudly and tried again."Your first multiple…nose…gasm" the last two words came out in a loud snort, but Lee understood her nevertheless.
"Finding this amusing, are you, Mrs. Stetson?" They stared for a moment at each other and then both burst out laughing. "You know," Lee chuckled, "I would rather have a normal orgasm instead of a multiple nose-gasm." He inhaled deeply. "Care about to continue where we had left off?" He wiggled his eyebrows and inched closer. Amanda held him at a safe distance with her index finger placed at his chest and shook her head no, pushing him back slowly.
"Uh uh. Not this time, Mr. Stetson. You need your rest now and your medicine." She rose from the bed without looking at him, knowing exactly she couldn't resist his charm if she would.
"I'm not tired," he pouted, though he couldn't stifle a yawn. The jetlag and time difference must have exhausted him more than he thought it would and he wasn't getting younger, after all. And now with this nasty infection he noticed he could need a rest more than he was ready to admit. Lee gave in. "Fine, you win. Are you happy now?" he asked, bending down to fumble with his shoelaces, then removing his shoes and socks.
"Not exactly. But you are on a good path though." She turned to her husband with the little plastic bag dangling from her index finger. "You take this and then I'm happy." Amanda smiled at him.
"A-man-da!" Lee exasperated her name with a light frustration as he rose from the bed to open the belt buckle of his jeans. He didn't look at her as he continued to open his jeans and pulled them down, followed by his shirt. Amanda watched every move and found it harder to concentrate the more skin he exposed to her eyes. Luckily he didn't notice her watching him so she forced her thoughts on a mission how to get the hateful, but necessary medicine into her stubborn husband. After putting his clothes over the back of the chair that stood at the end of their bed he crawled under the comforter. He watched Amanda heading for the bathroom. "Where are you going?"
Amanda turned her head, a sweet smile played across her lips.
"I'll be right back. You just stay put." The sweet smile turned into a wink and then she was gone. The door closed with a soft click behind her. Lee grinned at the bag she had left on his nightstand. Maybe resting in bed with my wife in my arms would give me a new chance after playing along a little to convince her that plain medicine isn't the only thing that would hasten my recovery, he thought. With that in mind he fluffed the big pillows behind him and rubbed his hands in anticipation. After a few minutes, Amanda remerged from the bathroom, only clad in a way too big shirt and her socks. She leaned sensually against the doorframe. "Missed me?" She asked with a purr in her voice.
Lee's throat went dry at the view of his half-naked wife slowly approaching him. He swallowed hard and whispered hoarsely.
"You're wearing my shirt."
"Oh? Is that so?" Amanda looked innocently at him.
"Yeah." Lee's eyes got larger with every step she came closer.
"Wanna have it back?" She asked and lifted her fingers to the top button in an attempt to loosen it.
Lee's left hand wandered under the comforter to adjust himself. An all too familiar feeling made his boxers anything but comfortable. He slightly blushed as Amanda watched him with a knowing grin. "No. its fine", he croaked as the first button popped open.
Amanda looked at him innocently through her round; brown eyes "Oops, what a coincidence!" and added nonchalantly, "Well, how about some medicine, then?" She went to his nightstand, emptied the bag on the surface and rummaged through it.
Lee felt not only his face fall. Disappointment was written all over his face. Well, at least the claustrophobic feeling in his boxers subsided slowly but steadily.
"Let's see what we have here." She read aloud the information the pharmacist had scribbled on the medicine boxes. "Special antibiotics, three times daily, one pill, along with the meals, Sinupret, like the antibiotics three times daily, one pill but nondependent from the meals, and last but not least nose spray with sea salt extract to keep your nose from drying out."
Lee only heard the word pills repeating in his head. He hated pills! He watched with horror as Amanda loosened the first pill of its boxing and then the next pill from the other boxing. She reached for the glass and the bottle of natural water from his nightstand and filled the glass three-quarters full before she turned around to go to the end of their bed. She pulled over the other chair and positioned it the middle of the room between bed and bathroom. She sat down, her legs crossed. Lee stared from the pills on the nightstand to his wife and back. What was she up to? He wondered.
"These pills are looking like suppositories!" He finally said disgustedly. I can't take them. I can't swallow them.
Amanda chuckled. "You should be glad these aren't suppositories."
Lee's eyes widened.
"Come on, Sweetheart. I'm gonna help you," she said seductively, leaning back and end crossed her legs. Her arms rested on each side of the chair. Amanda watched Lee eying her skeptically. "Your turn," she stated expectantly."
"You want me to sit on a chair?" He asked confused and pointed to the other chair loaded with his clothes.
"Lee! Your pills." Amanda rolled her eyes. "Your turn," she repeated.
Slowly Lee began to understand what this was all about. He sat up higher against the headrest of the bed. The big pillows were resting fluffy and warm against his back. He tucked the comforter under his armpits to cover his shirtless chest. Two could play that game. He inched closer to the nightstand, saying "Your turn" and watched her next move.
Slowly, Amanda opened her knees, just enough to let him guess if she was wearing any underwear. She watched him angling his head to get a better view.
"Like what you see, do you?" Amanda's voice was innocent and sweet. "Is it just me or is it getting hot in here?" Her knees opened a little further, but still not enough, to Lee's disappointment. She nodded her head to mention it was his turn now.
He reached blindly for the first pill, his eyes never leaving hers. "I wanna see," he demanded hoarsely. He showed her the pill and reached for the glass of water.
"I'm gonna show you…more when you swallow that pill first."
"I need more motivation," he countered confidently and lifted his arms to let go of the comforter that covered his naked chest.
Amanda watched in fascination as the cotton fabric revealed Lee's smooth and hairless chest. She swallowed hard.
"Your turn," he reminded her, still holding the pill in one hand and the glass of water in the other. With her eyes fixed on his, Amanda reached a little too fast for the second button of Lee's white shirt. The button popped open, followed by the third button. Lee guided the first pill to his lips at the same time she fumbled blindly with the next button. "I wanna see," he repeated, popped the pill into his mouth, waited a second to make sure Amanda had seen it and took a big swig of water to wash it down with. Lee grimaced. As luck would have it he had taken the antibiotic pill first and it tasted awfully bitter. He took another swig of water and stuck his tongue out to her, but couldn't resist teasing her a little by running the tip of his tongue ever so slowly along his upper lip before closing his mouth. Amanda's breath quickened and her hands wandered down automatically to the last few buttons left. Before she knew what happened, the fabric of Lee's shirt parted, revealed the first of two secrets to his eyes. She wasn't wearing a bra! Lee couldn't see everything but enough to know she was braless under his shirt. The claustrophobic feeling in his boxers returned and he began to squirm under the comforter.
"You have one more pill to go, Lee and don't worry about the antibiotic one. We had breakfast only two hours ago." Amanda didn't know who she was trying to distract more from their new found teasing game.
Lee refilled his glass and took the other pill quickly. He couldn't stand that game any longer without leaving the comforter in a mess. "See?" He asked and opened his mouth to show her there was no pill left. Amanda nodded her approval and rose carefully from her chair. Lee tried to get a glimpse underneath his shirt all the time that she placed the chair back on its old place.
She felt his intense gaze on her. "For our own safety I am wearing panties."
"Thank God." He quickly changed the subject. "How about some music? I would like you next to me. You could use a rest as well. I promise I'll behave and try not to snore."
"I would love to and don't worry about the snoring. I brought my earplugs with me," she informed him.
"Was it that bad last night?"
"Well, you'd have cleared a nice area of trees," Amanda deadpanned.
"I'm sorry, Amanda. I really am sorry for lying to you. I would have loved to take you out dancing." Lee hung his head. He needed to get the words out. He knew Amanda had forgiven him already but he couldn't help it to apologize once more. "I am so sorry."
"It's okay, Sweetheart."
Her look told him they don't needed to talk about it anymore. They still had one week to go before they would fly back to D.C. Lee hoped he would be cleared to fly before then, otherwise they needed to rebook their tickets. Amanda buttoned his shirt and pushed the button of the clock radio that stood at her nightstand. She slipped under the comforter to snuggle against Lee's chest as a love song began to play.
"Amanda! That's our song!" Lee gushed. "Please turn up the volume, would you?"
Amanda wiggled out of his embrace and turned up the volume then she snuggled back in his arms. Lee kissed the top of her hair and said softly, "Our first real kiss."
"You remember that?" Amanda's eyes lit up.
"Of course I do. I remember every single detail of it. The softness of your lips, the way they tasted so sweet. I remember everything. "Do you?"
"Yes. I do and I will always do."
Both snuggled closer against one another and listened to their special song, remembering their first real kiss two years ago…
TBC...