Thanks to Mrs. MacLachlan, my Brorson buddy and genius writing assistant (hehe) for all her help! Our shared love of fancy houses and sexeh int/ext design is the reason for this new chapter's existence. :D

Thunder & Coco: Poolside

Bree sat on the edge of her bed, flipping through a magazine while she waited for Orson to get out of the bathroom. On the next page, there was an ad for a tropical island getaway. There wasn't much text to it, relying more on the collage of pictures that told the viewer more than words could ever say. An image in the upper right caught her eye, a picture of a gorgeous swimming pool with a sweeping view of the ocean behind it. There was a gorgeous man climbing out of it, his body dripping wet. As Bree's eyes moved over the pictures in the ad, her mind wandered, and before the bathroom door opened she'd already been transported to another place...

*

Coco, reclining on a chaise lounge on the open, oceanside patio, lowered the magazine she'd been reading. As the latest issue of Vogue left her line of sight, Coco's eyes refocused on the man that was climbing out of the pool across the way.

Thunder, Coco's tall, dark and handsome lover, emerged from the pool, streams of water running from his jet black hair down his shoulders and chest as he rose from the ladder. Coco's lips parted, drinking in the sight of him, and she slowly took off her sunglasses. The end of one arm of her glasses made it to her lips, and she bit down on it to keep from whimpering as Thunder shook out his hair, sending droplets of water flying. His hands reached up to smooth his wild hair back, and he stood there in the sun, body glistening, as he looked off toward the ocean.

The glasses left Coco's mouth, and she bit her lip instead. She had an irresistable desire to run her hands all over his hard body and lap the water right off of his skin.

Thunder turned, and saw the stunning beauty that waited for him on the lanai. He was in love with his favorite redhead, yet he couldn't help but smirk when he saw her rake her fingers through her hair. Her hand trailed down her neck, resting on her shoulder where a thin strap held up the top of the red bikini.

Coco's fingertips grazed her own soft skin, and her breath caught in her throat as Thunder took a step toward her.

*

"Bree?" said Orson. Bree was startled out of her fantasy, and she saw Orson standing in the doorway of the bathroom in a fluffy blue bathrobe, rubbing his soaking wet hair with a towel. Bree glanced down at her lap, at the copy of last month's Good Housekeeping, and she felt the fabric of her modest nightgown underneath her hand.

Bree cleared her throat, and looked up at her husband. "Mind if I sneak in?" she asked him. "I just want to brush my teeth."

"Of course, go ahead. I'm done in there for now."

Orson smiled, curious, as Bree got up from the bed. She was acting like she'd been caught...

*

Coco rose slowly from her seat, tossing her magazine to the ground as Thunder grew near.

"You look...absolutely...edible." Coco purred, melting when she saw Thunder's smirk reappear.

"I was thinking the exact same thing about you." he said.

*

Bree was walking very slowly, and she snuck a peek at Orson as she passed him. She could see a patch of his chest peeking from under his bathrobe. His mussed hair was still wet, and he smelled so deliciously clean and fresh from his shower. Bree inhaled very deeply, and desire took over, making her turn abruptly and grab him by the lapels of his robe. She pulled him to her, pressing her lips against his and sighed lustily through her nose as they kissed.

*

Coco wrapped her arms around Thunder's towering form, pressing her body against his as they took each other's mouths in a passionate kiss. He held her waist firmly in his strong hands, as she let her hands wander over his shoulders and his neck.

*

In the bedroom, Bree pulled apart the top of Orson's bathrobe, slipping her hands underneath the fabric to feel him up, intrigued especially by the muscles in his neck, shoulders and chest. Orson was a bit surprised by this sudden show of lust but quite ready and more than willing to indulge it. When Bree looked up into his eyes, the same thing clicked in his mind that had clicked in hers.
"Call me Coco." Bree said. That, and her breathy voice, said it all.