Come to the Studio Again

Chapter Two

They made their way over to the small cot he kept in the corner of the studio, shedding their clothes along the way. They had both waited so long for this, so long, and they were both so ready to re-consummate their love for the other.

They made it to the bed, and Teddy had her stand in front of it as he knelt at her feet. Gently, slowly lifting up the hem of her white silk slip, he let his hands wander up her inner thighs, closing his eyes and relishing the gasps that she emitted. His searching fingers found the waistband of her knickers, and he tugged them down around her ankles, lifting first her left foot, then her right, before removing them. Still kneeling, he removed his boxers and discarded them along with her knickers.

He looked up at her as she tangled her fingers into his thick brown hair. "Teddy," she whispered to him, "Teddy." He stood and stepped forward, forcing her to fall back on the bed, and he finally pulled her slip over her body. She lay there on his bed, her slim figure and soft curves as arousing to him as the last time he had seen them; her golden hair ruffled and her blue eyes darkened with desire.

"Jean," he growled, looking at her. "Oh Jean…"

Her now dark-blue eyes met his, and she was thrilled to see the desire and love present in them. She sat up on the bed and pulled him down so that he sat on the bed as well. She moved onto his lap, wrapping her legs around his waist as she kissed him repeatedly.

He broke the kiss and pushed her back against the bed, settling himself between her legs, caressing her most secret and sensitive places as she arched her back under his ministrations. Positioning himself against her opening, he drove into her, her legs tightening around him as he shifted, pounded, and thrust within her.

"Teddy, my one, my only, oh, God, Teddy!" she cried out as she came, gripping his shoulders tightly as she clenched around him.

"Jean, Jean, Jean," he moaned her name like a mantra, still driving into her. "Jean, Jean, Jean…"

"God, Teddy, yes, yes, yes!" she called out as she came again. This time, he could no longer hold his release back, and he pushed one final time deep within her, falling on top of her as he spent himself. He pillowed his head on her soft breasts, and she stroked his head with one soft, gentle hand.

"I love you so, Jean; I love you so," he told her, looking up into her eyes.

"I love you, too, Teddy," she told him, still caressing his hair. Gradually, the movement of her hand slowed, then stopped, and he gently extricated himself from her embrace. Pulling a threadbare blanket over her, he placed a fresh canvas on the easel and prepared his paints before setting his brush to the canvas.

Quite a few hours later, Jean woke up to an empty bed and an empty room. "Teddy?" she called out tentatively. She did not get a response. Noticing that her portrait had been propped up against the wall, she walked over to the easel and looked at his newest picture.

It was of her sleeping nude in his bed, her damp blonde hair spread across the pillow; her lovely blue eyes closed for once; her stern lips set into a relaxed smile. She stared at the painting, mesmerised, not even noticing when Teddy re-entered his studio, loaded down with several grocery bags.

"Hello, Jean, darling," he said, placing a warm and tender kiss on her temple. She jumped, startled at his re-appearance.

"Hello, Teddy," she said to him. "Where were you?" He held up the bags in his hands.

"Grocery shopping," he told her. "I am sorry that it could not wait any longer, but I do not want you to succumb to the appetite you must have developed," he told her. They laughed as her stomach used that moment to make its presence known.

"I'll make us some tea," Jean suggested, "And you can make us something to eat."

Teddy smiled and nodded before setting the bags down by the small kitchenette area he had in the studio. He watched as she removed the thin blanket from the bed and wrapped it around herself before making her way over to him. He handed her the kettle, teapot, teacups and saucers, and she began to boil the water. Teddy, meanwhile, sliced some bread, cheese, tomatoes, and meat to make them thick sandwiches. When their meal was ready, he carried it over to the small table by the stove, where she had set up the tea service.

They ate hungrily, having worked up a large appetite after their afternoon together. As they finished eating, Jean finally noticed the time. It was late, about eight o'clock, and too dark for her to bike home.

"You will stay with me tonight, won't you, Jean?" Teddy asked her, as if he knew what she was thinking. She smiled at him.

"Yes, I will, Teddy," she told him.

"And tomorrow night?" he questioned her. "And the night after that?" It was no secret that she and Gordon spent their weekends together, and he suspected that she spent the night at Cramond on Sundays as well. His suspicion was confirmed by the sudden flush of colour in her cheeks.

"I would like to stay with you," she murmured into her tea. "I am, after all," she began quietly, "in love with you."

A smile spread across his face as he heard her words, and he got up from his seat and knelt at her feet again. Taking her hands in his, he told her, "I am in love with you, as well, Jean – I am in love with you too."

She removed her hands from his grasp and placed them on either side of his face, tilting her head down to his in a kiss. He responded immediately, standing up and pulling her up with him, wrapping his arms around her waist and pressing the length of his body against hers. She began walking backwards to the bed, still wrapped in his embrace, trusting him to guide her safely to the bed. As they went, she brought her hands between them and unbuttoned the shirt and trousers he had put on to go out and get food, and he let them fall to the ground. When they reached the bed, he tugged off the blanket she had wrapped around her body and let it drop to the floor. She lay on the bed and pulled him down on top of her. He entered her again and she moaned his name. Finally, they both lay sated in each other's arms.

"Jean," Teddy murmured in her ear. She turned to face him.

"Yes, Teddy?" she asked.

"Will you promise me something please?" he questioned her.

"Of course, Teddy," she responded.

"Don't flee from me again, please, Jean," he begged her. "I don't think that I could bear it if you did."

She looked up into his eyes before placing a light kiss on his collarbone.

"I won't run from you anymore, Teddy," she promised him.

"Good," he replied, closing his eyes contentedly. She snuggled up to him and drifted off to sleep.