Author's Note:
After completing my last two action packed stories I felt the need to take some time out and develop my creative writing skills a little further.
I hadn't intended to post this as it was merely an exercise to explore my abilities of using richer imagery. Plus I'd never written anything remotely erotic before, so I was initially reluctant to even share it with anyone. But after doing so with my amazing beta, Firedew, she managed to persuade me otherwise. So here it is.
There's no plot and if you don't like Jack and Sam as a couple you probably won't like this. For those that do 'ship' them, I hope you enjoy my humble offering/first attempt.
Elements
Chapter One
The retiring sun bathes the tranquil landscape with its fading warmth, lengthening the shadows of tall, majestic pines across the long grass that stirs gently in the breeze.
A large flock of birds soar gracefully across the crimson hues on the horizon, their flight a fluid dance in perfect harmony. Their destination is not the purpose of their flight, only the beauty of their journey. To feel the air beneath their wings, perhaps just to rejoice in their freedom and to be a part of something more than just the essence of one.
One is such a lonely number.
The light abruptly dims, and the warmth and vibrancy of color evaporates from the scene. A large cloud has stolen away the sun.
She shivers a little. The breeze too has lost its warmth, yet she does not leave. The cloud cannot hide the sun forever.
So, with her eyes closed she sits and waits, breathing in the deliciously pure mountain air, lulled by the cathartic sounds of nature surrounding her, in her own little captured slice of heaven.
He leans against the door frame, watching as the sun begins to creep out from behind the last of the clouds, once more soaking the landscape with its final warmth before it surrenders the sky to the moon for safekeeping.
It will be a clear night, a perfect night for stars.
The air has cooled considerably; a perfect night for a log fire.
Maybe some wine. Soft music.
His eyes wander languidly across his property and come to rest on a solitary figure. He sighs quietly through a contented smile.
A perfect night indeed.
The moon casts its silvery magical light across the landscape, casting shadows long and deep. Wisps of smoke drift lazily from the chimney, climbing up into the star-studded sky.
A door opens. The sound of gentle piano music politely interrupts the hush of night.
She steps out on the deck, and her arms rest on top of the wooden railing, her wine glass dangling over the edge, cradled lightly in both hands. Though her shirt offers little warmth from the chill in the air, it's a refreshing contrast against the warmth of her cheeks. She hears movement from inside, but remains where she is, content to close her eyes as the music washes over her.
She can sense his presence, that magnetic gravitational pull of him, watching her from the doorway.
She doubts that it's less about his socks, but more about the years in black ops that enables him to approach her so silently.
One, two, three beats and he's beside her.
"Hey." His voice is hushed, tender.
She smiles as she glances at him, but any words instantly disappear.
Different moons on different planets, his handsome profile had always looked the same. But not here, not now.
There are no lines of worry to interrupt the finely planed brow. The perfect shape of his slightly parted lips hold neither tension nor stress. The flawless line of his jaw and the chiseled cheekbones are like exquisite marble, softened in the pale silvery light. Dimples emerge as his lips form a smile. Turning to meet her gaze, his chocolate brown eyes are now so dark, yet the mischievous glint is unmistakable.
"More wine?" His tone is sultry, deep and suggestive.
She's focused more on his lips than on the question itself.
"Please." Her answer is no more than a whispered breath.
He produces a bottle and leans in close as she lifts her since forgotten glass. His dark eyelashes are wonderfully long for a man, and his hair still smells of the shampoo that she loves so much.
Yet it's not the wine that has her lingering on such minute details; she's been frustratingly aware of these finer points about him for years. She's intoxicated by him, an addiction for which there is no cure.
He watches her lips part to take a deliberate sip from her glass, the moonlight accenting the exquisite line of her slender neck as she swallows. She returns her gaze to the landscape. Her slow exhale mists in the cooling night air, and the fall of the light shifts across her profile.
"So beautiful," she murmurs on a breath, perhaps unwilling to disturb the tranquility.
"Yeah." It's all his own breath will allow. She truly is.
Her eyes shift back to him, and he's once again blissfully drowning in the infinite depth of blue. His hand touches her cheek, her skin soft as silk beneath his fingertips. She covers his hand with hers and presses her cheek against his palm.
He starts to lean closer, his shallow breath mingling with hers as the distance between them diminishes. The tip of her tongue darts across her lower lip, the slight sheen of moisture glistening seductively.
"Jack."
Her husky utterance is a tender caress as it whispers softly from her lips.
His voice shakes through the smallest of smiles. "Say it again."
It's not an order, but a need.
Twinkling blue eyes crease a little with her impish smile. "Jack."
He tilts his head, noses brush. Their lips part as they gently touch. He lingers unmoving as he basks in the soft warmth and magical innocence of the moment. But he craves more, and his lips intuitively begin to move against hers, deepening their kiss.
It doesn't matter that she's forgotten how to breathe; he is now her air.
The chill in the air is forgotten; he is now her warmth.
His lips are amazingly soft yet firm with purpose as his tongue licks his way in lazily to dance with her own. The faint taste of scotch barely registers as she slides her hand underneath his shirt. The taut muscles of his back shift as he pulls her body flush with his own.
She vaguely realizes that he's no longer holding the wine bottle as his hand glides down, following the curve of her waist to rest tightly on her backside. Her hips move of their own volition, unashamedly pressing against his hardening arousal.
His deep moan preludes a shift. His hand slides from her cheek to cradle the back of her head. Long fingers thread through her hair and his lips demand more, which she gives, unwaveringly, and then time has no meaning.
Breathless, she breaks free, surfacing just long enough to take in enough air, but gasps as his lips descend to her neck, leaving a trail of whispering kisses down to her collarbone.
Her fingers splay wide across his back, barely holding on as she melts into his embrace. She raises her other hand, but the glass she's still holding bumps up against his chest. He pauses, takes it from her, and she smiles as he tosses it nonchalantly over his shoulder, thudding gently onto the grass beyond.
For a moment, neither move. His dark eyes smolder dangerously,barely concealing the rampant desire beneath.
Sweet music softly continues to serenade the night.
Their timing is seamless, their movement fluid as their unspoken race begins.
There's no trace of awkwardness as her hands fumble to find each small button of his shirt, or uncertainty as his nimble fingers make short work of her own. The cool night air hits her skin before she's finished undoing his last button.
Incredibly, he waits, seemingly content to watch the flush of her cheeks and the rapid rise and fall of her chest. The last button finally gives way and her breath hitches as the pale light falls across his skin. Her fingers trail almost reverently along the smooth lines of his collarbone to the soft silver glints of chest hair. His abdominals flex their response to her delicate touch and his breathing falters, escaping on a low guttural moan as she follows the delicious trail of hair down towards his naval.
His warm hand covers hers, halting her progress as she starts to work at the buckle of his belt. Her eyes dart up to his, but his smile brings her focus back down to his mouth.
"My turn."
His tone is deep, quietly demanding, and she can't deny him anything. She exhales deliberately, trying to calm herself down, but her hold on his belt tightens as his fingertips ghost across her skin. He languidly traces up the line of her waist, her ribs, sliding beneath the loose folds of her shirt towards her back. His touch is electrifying.
He moves in so close that she can feel his heat, his hardening manhood pressing against her. His agile fingers suddenly give a slight flick, and she inhales sharply as her bra falls loose, the soft material brushing against her sensitive skin.
What little self-restraint she has left falls away and she groans, capturing his lips forcibly as her fingers return to the buckle of his belt.
His hand slides towards her breast as the belt finally comes loose and she fumbles for entrance. His gasp follows her own as he drives his hips against her hand, pinning her progress as he runs his thumb over her aroused peak, filling her with such unbridled desire that her legs turn to jelly.
Her arms snake around his neck, her fingers raking roughly through his soft hair as she arches her body, rubbing against him. An ache is blossoming deep inside and suddenly it isn't enough. She wants more.
His heart is racing, his blood coursing, his passion rising.
The touch of her, every sound she makes, the cute freckles that covered her exquisite neck and shoulders and the sweet smell of her soft blonde hair …
If he lived a thousand life times, it would never be enough. She is his addiction that would never, ever be satiated.
Once more she breaks the kiss, panting breathlessly against his ear, sending blissful shivers straight down his spine to the very tip of his toes.
She bends herself against him, shifting and pressing the growing damp patch in his boxers against his heightened arousal that is becoming almost painful to bear. His breathing grows more labored, every breath heavier than the last.
"Jack, please."
What little control he has finally snaps, and she's as light as a feather as he scoops her up in his arms. His purposeful stride doesn't stop until he reaches the bedroom.
To be continued …