A/N: Thanks for the reviews! They truly motivate me to write. *mwah* Just a short one. Thanks to cbj for the beta and support.
Chapter 2
He was there lying under the sheet just as she had asked him...er told him. His eyes were closed and his lips pursed. He looked so relaxed. He was lying on his stomach with his arms bent, head resting on his hands. His back muscles taut in the pose. Her emotions were conflicting. On one hand she so desperately wanted to run right out of there into the street hailing a taxi and driving anywhere away from the situation that presented itself. And on the other she urgently wanted to rub her hands all over his smooth body making him moan in pleasure and never be apart from him...ever. She opted for the later as it was her house after all and she would feel quite the fool to leave him there all by his lonesome. And she couldn't leave him there...all by himself...under the sheets...naked.
A creak in the floor alerted him of her presence.
'You're going to have to work on your stealth a bit, Ruth if you ever want to be a proper spy,' he said cheekily.
With her heart pounding in her chest she was sure that that was what gave her away and not the old floor boards. He then opened his eyes glancing back to her, a smile on his lips. He propped himself onto his side.
'Come here,' his turn in the ordering. She tried her best to not think of his state under the sheet looking at his chest for the second time.
He grabbed her hand pulling it to his lips. Again the swirl of nerves gave her a delightful feeling and she smiled at his touch. She watched his eyes close as he continued to kiss her skin. The flutter of butterflies that were so present that evening returned yet again. They were a welcomed feeling.
'Are you ready?' she asked.
'As ever..'
'Okay. Just um...'
Seeing her flustered he spoke, 'We don't have to do this, Ruth.'
'No, I know. But I said I would and I want to... do this for you. It's just it's been a while and I'm afraid I'm out I practice.'
'Ruth,' entwining his fingers with hers. 'What ever, how ever you present yourself I know I'll be in heaven. Don't worry,' cupping her cheek.
'K'
He rolled back onto his stomach and waited. She readied herself. Pouring the warmed oil in her hands she glided them over his
back. Her fingers firmly pressing into his smooth skin. He let out a groan.
'Too hard?
'No. Per...fect. I don't remember the last time I've had a massage.'
'Well guessing by the tightness in your shoulders, I'd say it's been at least ten years.'
'Sounds about right,' he moaned out under the pressure of her hands. Her fingers kneaded his shoulders relaxing the tension there.
'Where did you learn how to do this?'
'My flatmate, years ago, very eccentric, was studying all about the human body. She was the type that did palm reading one week and aroma therapy the
next. She was all about magnets at one point. And then one day she came home carrying a huge rectangle bag slung over her shoulder. Well, I was
the guinea pig for most of her studies. She was quite good. There would be times when we would just be sitting on the sofa and she would try a new massage on-'
'Ruth!'
'What?' snatching her hands from his skin with concern. 'What's the matter? Have I hurt you?'
'No, but if you want me to relax then it might be best not to talk about you and your flatmate getting all cozy, rubbing her hands all over your body. If you
get my drift.'
'Oh. Right. Sorry.'
'No need to apologise. I quite enjoyed the imagery.' She could hear the smile in his tone.
'Anyway, she taught me a few things. Then one day she decided to go traveling across the continent with her boyfriend. Barely took anything with her. Said she didn't want it. Was going to live off the land or something. So I inherited her massage table amongst other things.'
'Well, lucky me then,' he said.
'Yes.' My thoughts exactly. Lucky me.
A/N: There is more. And if you're wondering how Ruth's inner monologue from the first chapter plays a part just wait til the next and you'll understand.