"One Rainy Morning"
A/N: This is not my work, but a friend's who wishes to remain anonymous.
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When Stephanie awoke the next morning it was still raining, but only light drizzles. She rolled over and stretched her arm across the bed to feel him, but instead felt nothing. Just emptiness.
Had he just got up and left? Had he just treated her like some one night stand?
She shot up in her bed and looked around. His clothes were gone and she thought the worst that he had simply left early without saying goodbye. Without talking. Avoiding conversation because it might be too awkward. She tossed the cover angrily aside and swung her legs out onto the floor. She was still naked and she searched for where her underwear had been tossed. She grabbed her PJ bottoms and t-shirt before opening her bedroom door, still feeling betrayed at what he had just done.
However when she opened the door, she was wrong.
Dammit,' she thought to herself. This guy always made her guess wrong. She could smell the breakfast that he must have cooked for her. She couldn't help but twitch her lips to the side and drum her fingers of the door frame. She heard her shower running and her eyes narrowed playfully as she thought of something naughty.
She quickly dispensed with her PJ bottoms and grabbed a long shirt to wear.
She looked herself over and couldn't help, but smile. She walked quietly to her bathroom door and pushed it open just has he was him wrapping a towel around himself. The hot steam and shower curtain covering him from her seeing anything and she kicked herself. She hadn't gotten a glimpse of him fully or clearly yet and she had hoped to catch him in his birthday suit.
He opened the shower curtain and was about to step out when he noticed her standing there. One arm resting high up on the door frame, her body in a angle and her long bare legs graciously crossed at the ankles. He did a double take on her and noticed she was only wearing a long shirt which covered her top half, hiding the curves beneath. Further down though the shirt became just long enough to cover the area of interest, but short enough to keep it interesting.
'See anything you like?' She teased him.
His face remained straight, but he managed to do his stare. The one that made her heated and blush. When she did then he smirked.
'Perhaps,' he replied coolly and gripped his towel while his other hand grabbed the shower rail.
Her mind traced back to certain situation she had once been in. She slowly walked towards him, tiptoeing slowly with her hands behind her back.
'You know...I was once handcuffed to that,' she gestured to the railing and he looked up. 'Perhaps I just might need to restrain you here for a little while,' she was so close now she felt the hot steam come off him and she smiled at her little proposal.
'Now why would you want to restrain hands such has these lass and keep them from touching your body?' He challenged back and leaned in close to her.
'Dammit,' she thought to herself again. Always with the comebacks.
He smiled when he saw her fumble for a comeback and she eyed him challengingly.
'For that cheek I'll take my towel back,' and she made a move at teasing the towel and his waist, but then he firmly slapped her hands away. She pulled her hand back startled and he again slowed his voice into that husky tone.
'No touching,' he stepped out the shower and she took a step back. 'You want to play games lass? Then restrain your desire to touch, to see,' he paused for effect. 'To taste,' she near melted at those words and took another step back when he stepped forward. Their bodies getting closer and she found herself involuntarily playing his game.
'Dammit,' she said to herself for like the third time this morning. How does he do it?
'Then what can I do?' She asked.
'Close your eyes and listen,' he said and she shook her head defiantly. 'Close your eyes lass and I'll describe what we're doing. Let your imagination flow.'
She stared at his bare chest, steam no longer the reason for the heat emitting of his body.
"I'd much rather prefer doing than imagining,' she countered.
'Lass...close your eyes then and we'll begin,' he leaned in close to her lips. 'Trust me,' he whispered.
So she closed her eyes.
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Guess what happens next?
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