The Pass Along Fanfic

*Mountain Lion on the Loose*

Chapter 6 - written by: Tess

"Good idea."

Unable to hold back any longer, they melted together into one silhouette. Need and urgency overtook Michaela's apprehension of being with her husband like this in the wilderness, completely vulnerable to anyone who happened along. The sounds and scents of the surrounding forest filled their senses and fueled their mutual passion. As the heated kiss continued, exploring hands tugged at their garments.

Sully broke the kiss and glanced at the forest floor. He frowned. "Not here."

"What's wrong with here?" she asked breathlessly.

"It's not soft enough for ya." His hands ventured up and down her spine as he spoke.

Michaela embraced her rugged mountain man even tighter, planting kisses along his collarbone where his shirt hung open. "I think I could manage," she uttered huskily and wrapped her leg around his again.

This small gesture was nearly Sully's undoing, but his wife's comfort had to come first. Drowning in the sensations created by Michaela's bold ministrations, he claimed her lips again. Hunger and desire driving the intensity of his kiss. Michaela responded by pressing her body snuggly against his, she continued to move her leg teasingly against his thigh.

Abruptly, Sully broke the kiss again. "You just gave me an idea."

"I did?"

He nodded, his chest heaved with every breath.

"Like what?"

He grinned mischievously as he bent and smoothed his hand over her thigh that had been seductively moving against his. "You'll see."

Without further hesitation, he discarded his shirt, shoes and buckskins. Laying the pants neatly on the ground, he folded the legs to make a square. Next, Sully dusted off his feet then stepped onto the buckskin area. He held out a hand to his lady in waiting in silent invitation to join him.

Michaela watched curiously, completely aroused by the sudden exposure of her husband's toned virile body. She bent to loosen her shoes then stepped out of them and onto the buckskin. Finally facing her husband, she encouraged Sully to pick up where they had left off. Immediately, his mouth swooped down and captured hers as his fingers fumbled to unfasten the remaining buttons of her dress. Her shawl fell with her dress and pooled around her feet. Her undergarments came next. Mouth to mouth and skin to skin with her husband now, her long brown hair acted as a soft blanket, covering her back.

Having stepped between her husband's feet, she gingerly pushed her clothing aside with a foot, all the while enjoying the tantalizing sensations of Sully's masculine body pressing against her own. Her breath became erratic, the desire for him driving her into a fevered frenzy.

Sully's own desire was never more apparent, but he needed to restrain himself for as long as possible, until the time was right. He kissed her again and again, deeply, with barely controlled passion while his hands lovingly, yet purposefully roved over all her feminine curves. When he thought he could wait no longer, he heard her gasp with a ragged breath, her body trembled with raw need.

Without warning, Sully broke their kiss then whispered, "Ready?"

She nodded, unable to speak.

"Trust me."

Taking his wife completely by surprise, he cupped her hips and lifted her right off her feet, holding her tightly against his rigid body. Instinctively, Michaela's legs wrapped around her husband's waist as her arms tightly encircled his neck and shoulders. Sully adjusted his stance, carefully maintaining his balance, protecting her.

Her expression full of amazement, Michaela looked down into the crystal blue eyes of her cleverly resourceful husband. As he slowly lowered her so their lips could meet in another fiery demanding kiss, their bodies joined as one. Her long brown tresses wildly encompassed their upper bodies and they gave and received each other completely – an experience as pure and true as heaven on earth.

Later, as they helped each other to dress, Michaela noticed she had added a few new markings to her husband's broad shoulders. The telltale signs of yet another encounter. Sully glanced over his shoulder as he adjusted his shirt, noting his wife's concerned expression.

"I'm sorry Sully."

He grinned. "I'm not."

"I should be more careful."

"Come here." Reaching for her, he drew her into his arms, comforting her.

"I don't know what comes over me," she feebly explained, "I love you so much Sully… you seem to bring something out within me."

"The mountain lion," he teased.

"Sully…"

"Don't worry Michaela," he kissed her forehead. "I'll make sure I always wear a shirt while I'm working at Robert E's… no matter how hot it is."

"I appreciate that." She squeezed him tight.

"Know what I'd appreciate?"

"What's that?"

"Some food… that mountain lion's mate has worked up quite an appetite."