Her skin was cool against his touch. The pads of his fingers traced lines only he could see, imagining forms that only he could follow. A few birthmarks decorated the skin on her back and he made it a game to circle around them in repeating order. Underneath his fingertips, his brunette beauty stirred and was shortly after that, awoken.
She glanced in his direction and smiled, exclaiming a long, almost satiated sigh. Eli, in his turn, placed a gentle kiss on her bare back. The moment was heavenly, ethereal. The air comfortable and silent, music calmly reverberating through the air. The vibe between them mutual, filled with passion, lust, desire, but also gratification and satisfaction. The lounge music made their bodies relax and their minds dance smoothly and swiftly.
He turned slowly, his leg sliding up hers, his fingers meeting dark brown, slightly curled hair. He left a trail of kisses towards her neck. She raised herself partly, her elbows pushing down into the mattress, the silk sheets brushing against their naked bodies.
"How about some food?"
He smiled, wrinkles in his face, desire in his eyes. He kissed her shortly and as he parted from her lips, she leant in for more. As she always did.
"Sounds good."
"Chinese?"
"Sounds even better."
She got up from the king sized bed, stretching her body shortly before putting on a dark blue, white flowers covered robe. For a moment, he could silently admire her body. Long, strong, sleek and tranquil muscles dancing over her back. The white, porcelain skin almost unbroken except for the few scars that she received during her time with the CIA. Her round shoulders slender but muscular, as her arms and legs. She was an expert in self defense, even knew some karate. But her body remained feminen, smooth and well curved, hips too small for an hour-glass figure (But so terribly sexy, nonetheless...), her attitude probably too tough and raw for a real lady anyway.
He had known about the CIA, for she had told him. As she had told him a lot of things, but it was never about her old job, never about her former employer, never about the things she had done or seen. As colleagues, they knew of each other talents, their occupation. Most people would be scared to realise that a person close to them could read everything of their faces, they would turn and run and hide, far away. Perhaps they would even look disgusted, shocked, or even afraid. Not her, no, not her.
They had met officially shortly after they collided with their reciprocal feelings, looks and body language (Facial expression, I knew they held a purpose...). To some, it makes everything harder, more difficult. To them, it provided enough cover to hold their own secrets, knowing boundaries, knowing where to go and where not to go. She promised she wouldn't lie, she promised she would tell him she didn't want to talk about it. She tried not to lie, and she did her very best. Lines, drawn into the sand, boundaries, together, they protected those lines from being faded away by the crushing ocean.
He lingered in his thoughts for some time, his hands playing with the softness of the mattress, the smoothness of the sheets, his nose still smelling her scent and the scent of passionate love-making (The sex is brilliant... Absolutely brilliant... Best ever...). After a couple of minutes, she returned to the bedroom. He immediately spotted the long legs that came out from under the robe and the playful smile across her delicate face.
"Food's here in fifteen minutes."
"Oh, what to do with the time that is been given to us?"
Graciously, she approached the bed and its seductive captive. He stretched out his hand welcomely and she slid back into the bed, pressing her body against his. She caressed his face while she studied him, laying in his arms, his chest going up and down slowly and steady. For a moment, he wondered how he became so lucky. Then, sharply, doubts came. Was that a lie he could see on her face? Did she-? Her hand went up and cupped the side of his face. As she locked her eyes with his, his weary mind was released from the grey clouds and the doubt. She smiled, genuinely, before placing her lips on his. Genuinely.
Fifteen minutes wasn't long enough and afterwards, their lusting hands still hadn't found peace, their breathing wouldn't catch up with them and the sexual tension between them, had only increased. Food didn't arrive for another ten minutes and they passed their time with seemingly pointless conversations.
Dinner was eaten in bed, they stole each other's glances, smiling wickedly once their eyes intertwined. Her toes slid up and down his leg, teasing the skin on his stomach. They were teenagers, desperate, childish teenagers, foolish and unchained and free. She held the look in her eyes that he craved long to see looking at him. And he couldn't help but smile whenever she looked at him like that.
The food lost its warmth and he tossed on the floor, playfully smacking her leg away as he moved forwards and leant over her. Their lips found each other, he could feel her melt under his hot and amorous body. Her arms were wrapped around his neck, his legs around his waist and she pushed the right buttons to end right where they wanted to end up. It was a perfect bliss.
He didn't seduce her. She did. Effortless, unashamed and openly, but she did. And he didn't mind. Not at all.
