Conditioned Aversion10
John relaxed in the restaurant, sipping his second beer. Finally warm but knowing he'd be cold again on the trek to the hotel. He eyed Moira who was sipping her hot chocolate. "Finished?"
"Not yet. I can't chug this like you chugged that first beer," she chided fondly.
He smiled. "I was thirsty. And hungry," he noted, glancing at their empty plates. Burgers devoured in record time. "The mountain air gives me quite an appetite. You might have noticed." He raised his brows, gave her a suggestive leer.
She laughed. "Oh yeah, I noticed that, sweetie. Several times. Tell me, how are your–"
"Balls? Better now, baby. Thanks for asking."
She laughed again. Set down her cup. "Okay, I–"
"Let's go!" He downed his beer in quick swallows, stood. Led her to the door. "Crap. Snow is still falling!"
Once in the lobby John turned to her. "Go on up, baby. I've got to check something." He strode to the front desk, smiled charmingly as the woman who began to fawn over him. Moira rolled her eyes, waiting. Not moving as curiosity seized her. He took a bulky package from her. Headed for the stairs with a grin. Stopped. Turned to see her. "Moira!"
She moved to him. "What's in the–"
"Later! Let's go."
"What's in there, John?" she asked, following him up the stairs.
"Oh? This? You'll see, but only if you do exactly as I say. Exactly. Come on." He led her to their room. Set the package on the table and removed his coat. Sat to pull off his boots. He saw her touching the package. "Moira! No snooping!"
She laughed. "Or what, sweetie? You'll spank me?" She laughed again at his expression. She removed her coat. Kissed him. "We need to warm up, sweetie. How about I draw us a bath?"
He smiled. "Sounds good to me, baby. I can soak my sore ass." She laughed. He frowned. "Don't make it too flowery, though."
"What, your ass?" She laughed at his glare. Headed into the bathroom. John laughed, relaxing. Removed his holster and gun, set them aside. Rubbed his cold hands together. He heard the water running. Smiled, anticipating the bath. An erotic afternoon. A wet, naked Moira to be all his. "Moira?"
"Almost, John. Are you naked yet?"
"Are you?" he countered.
She laughed. Moira poured the bubble bath into the hot water. Stopped the tap. She stripped quickly, stepped into the water. Shivers encased her. She sat, pinning up her hair. "Ahhh..." she sighed as the water enfolded her. "Oh God this feels good!" she called loudly. "Oh John, oh John!" she teased, mimicking orgasm.
He laughed. Entered the bathroom. Saw her relaxing, the bubbles obscuring everything he wanted to see. "Don't start without me, baby," he chastised. Stripped quickly.
"Too late, sweetie. Ah this feels good, so good," she moaned.
"Hilarious, Moira." He splashed in across from her. Stretched, bumping her legs with his. Settled. "Ah. Oh yeah, right there. Right there. That's the spot."
She laughed. "See?" She scooped bubbles, blew them at him. He splashed water at her. Scooted lower in the tub.
"This is wonderful! Whoa! Is that a–"
"Jet? Yes. Why do you think I was so happy?"
He laughed. "That's my job, baby."
She laughed. "I don't know, John, this vibrating jet may replace you. Oh yes, oh yes!" She laughed as he slid next to her. Scooted her away from it. "John!" she pouted.
He laughed. "No one plays with you but me." He shifted. "Damn that feels good on my back, though." He sank lower, lower. "Ah baby, right there."
She smirked. Only his face was visible. The rest of him submerged in the water under the bubbles. She ran her hand up his thigh to grasp his cock. "Just checking, sweetie."
"Keep checking, baby," he replied, encouraging her as she sat. Breasts popping out of the water, streaming with soap. "Fuck..."
"Whoa there, soldier, already?" She freed him as he stirred in her hand.
He smiled. "I can't resist you wet. Soaking wet, head to toes. If you love me you will stand up, slowly."
She kissed him. "You know this will lead to–"
"Sex? Lots of sex. Yeah. But so did you, baby. If you love me you will stand slowly. Grab that loofah and run it over your body. All over your body. Slowly."
She sighed, but smiled. Grabbed the loofah. "Do you want me to scrub your back?"
"No. Just do what I said. Front. Then back."
She stared. But slowly stood. John smiled, watching the water, the soap slide down her naked body. Glisten and sparkle on her skin. He groaned in desire as she rubbed the loofah over her breasts slowly. Down her waist. Between her legs. John shifted, tensing, becoming hard. Aroused. She murmured to tease him. Turned away to rub it on her back. Her rear. Jutting it out towards him, wiggling. Heard his groan of appreciation. Felt her own answering desire. She turned back to him, freed her hair. Leaned down to douse the loofah in the water. Straightened to squeeze it over her breasts, arching.
John watched avidly, lustfully as the water spilled along her breasts and down between her legs. Dripping from her hair. Trickling along her thighs. He shifted. "Moira," he said low.
She stepped out of the bath, toweling dry. Eyes on him. Dark hair soaking wet, suds sluicing on his chest, his arms. "Come and get me, sweetie," she invited, dropping the towel as she left. She laughed hearing the loud splashes of water as he clambered out of the tub. Pausing only to hastily towel off the water. She slipped into the bed, relaxing. But taut with desire, with love.
John flung the towel aside, strode to the bed. He flung the covers off her. Slid next to her, over her. "Ah, baby, you better hold onto something. You made me so fucking hard," he warned.
She kissed him, pulling him onto her. Opening her lips, her thighs, her arms in seductive invitation. "Warm me, John keep me warm."
"Hot, you mean," he smiled. "Moira...go for ten?"
"In your dreams, sweetie."
"And yours." He kissed her, pulled back. "Um...I didn't even think...are you, are we–"
"Protected? Yes, John. Don't you worry." She kissed him, pulling him once more but he pulled back. "John?"
"Sweet and slow? No, no, I know what I want." He grinned.
"Oh no. John? Nothing kinky, all right? We–"
"Just a little kinky, baby. I want all of you." He kissed her. Began an exploration of her body. Mouth moving, hands moving.
"You? Oh...oh..." she realized, squirming as he moved lower. Down to her breasts. Down to her scar. Down to kiss the cuts on her inner thigh. Pushing her legs further apart. "John? Oh John, John, please, please, oh John!" she stammered as he aroused her slowly. Moving with deliberate slowness to his target. She arched, fingers in his hair, on his shoulders as he circled, circled like the hawk they had seen before he plunged into her. Seeking the nub, the sweet nub to take for himself. For her.
Moira writhed, moaning, grasping, lifting. "John! Oh John, John, John!" she cried in a breathless whimper as he brought her. Brought her so close, then plunged her into orgasm. He slid up, kissing her breasts, groaning as his erection throbbed on her thigh. He entered her in relief, in lust. Thrusting gently, exulting as she was pulsing on him, around him, each delicious squeeze stroking. Each thrust harder, deeper now. Moira kissed him, circled his ear and bit as he groaned, shuddering with spasm after spasm.
"Fuck! Oh fuck, fuck, baby, this is so sweet! Fuck me, Moira, fuck me!" he ordered happily. Coming with a quick rush. He exhaled, relaxing. Fell upon her, kissing her. Capturing her mouth over and over, caressing her breasts as he shifted, still inside her. "Warm enough?"
She smiled. "Hot. Very hot." She kissed him. "Oh John! Was that worth the hike?"
"The what? Oh yeah. Definitely." He slid out of her. Yanked the blankets over them. "Give me an hour. I'm beat. Then we can–"
"I have some things for you."
"Besides this?" he teased. Lifted his head to view her face. "Oh! The bag! What's in the bag?"
"You'll see." She pushed. He rolled onto his side. She snuggled against him. "Hmm...you feel so good, John. I like sleeping with you."
"Just sleeping?"
"Oh! I guess the other things are nice too,"she teased. "Ow!" she protested as he swatted her rear.
"Hilarious, Moira." He kissed her. Pleasantly tired. He closed his eyes. "Let's stay in bed the rest of the day. Just like this."
"Don't you want to see your–"
"Yeah, later. This is nice. This is what I've missed for three months."
"Sleeping with me?"
"Yes. And the other things."
"Good to know, John."
John sat suddenly as Moira stirred beside him. "Shit." He looked at his watch.
"John? Are you late for something? Oh, don't tell me. You have a date?"
He met her gaze, smiled. "As a matter of fact I do have a date. In two hours. Don't get dressed, Moira. Just the robe." He slid out of the blankets, pulled on the robe and moved to the phone.
Moira stretched in the bed, sighed and reluctantly left the blankets. She pulled on the robe. Grabbed the bag and she had been hiding and moved to the fake fireplace. Sat on the love seat, waiting. Listening as John spoke into the phone.
"Yes. In an hour. Both. Thank you." He hung up the phone, grabbed the package and joined her on the love seat.
"What was that about?" she asked.
"My date. So..." He leaned to peer at the bag near her feet. "What's in there for me, baby?"
She smiled. "Funny you should ask, sweetie. I did a little shopping. On my own dime. I only used your dime for the popcorn, the chocolate, the–"
"Moira, my dime is your dime now. So..."
She handed him the bag. "See for yourself. I bought you some things. I hardly ever get to do this, John. To spoil you."
"Oh, you spoil me, baby, in the most delicious ways." He kissed her, took the bag.
"You know what I mean! Not everything is about sex, John!"
"Really?" he asked, lifting out a pair of green silk boxers.
She laughed at his expression. "Well, okay, maybe some things are."
He smirked. "I see. Very cute." He pulled out another pair with green soldiers all over the beige background. He laughed. "No aircraft?"
"Keep going, flyboy."
He smiled. Pulled out a book. He looked it over, smiled. "Ah. Crichton. Good call. I like his books. Ooh, now we're talking!" He pulled out a box. Inside were two small radio-controlled planes. "Cool!"
"One for you, one for Rodney. Boys and their toys," she noted warmly.
He grinned. "This will be sweet! There are so many long hallways we can use for this! Thanks, sweetheart!" He kissed her. Dug around the bag. "There's more?" He pulled out a bottle of cologne, aftershave. "Are you trying to tell me something here?" He sniffed his arm.
She laughed. "No! For my Aqua velva man. Although I do like the stubble."
"Very cute." He kissed her. Dug around again. "Ah...oh my..." He started to laugh, pulled out a pair of manacles. She laughed heartily at his shocked expression. Then his devilish grin.
"Kinky enough for you, colonel?" she teased.
"Very." He spun them around on his finger, eyed her. "We are going to have some fun in the sex room, aren't we?"
"Love nest, and yes. I'm tired of you ripping my ribbons with those strong muscles."
"Bet I can break these like we are breaking the headboard," he boasted. He dug around again. "That's it?"
"Isn't that enough?"
He laughed. "Yes. Thank you." He kissed her. A long, passionate capture of her mouth. He put the things back into the bag. "So...tonight. I have a very special date lined up. Hope you don't mind, Moira. I just couldn't–"
"Ahem!" She coughed, pointed to the package at his feet.
He glanced at it. "Oh! You thought that was for you, Moira? Oh, this is rather awkward..."
"Hilarious, John!"
He laughed, grabbed the package and set it on her lap. "There. Enjoy. I didn't have as much time as you but I think I did pretty damn well. Open."
She opened the box, felt around the tissue paper. Pulled out a book. Smiled. "John, this is perfect! I've been needing the updated guide to prehistoric mammalian classification and genera of the species! Of course now I'll have living specimens to compare it to! Thank you!"
"Figured you'd prefer that to some romance novel," he quipped.
"Good call, sweetie! I would thrown that kind of book at you." He laughed. She fished around. Smirked. "Oh my...I so don't want to see this, do I? It feels skimpy."
It is. Very," he agreed with a smile.
She pulled out a green lacy pair of panties, very skimpy. And a matching push-up bra. She laughed. "Where the hell did you get this?"
"At a lingerie store. I took my life into my hands going in there, baby. What a scary, scary place," he joked.
"I bet! Those women were probably all over you, John! They'd eat you alive! Did they offer to model this for you? I bet they did!"
"Yes. I had to use my gun to fend them off," he joked. "Seriously, Moira, I'm not going in there alone again. I need you for backup."
"Damn right, sweetie!" She pulled out a very lacy, very sheer black negligee. With a very skimpy pair of panties. "I sense a theme here."
He grinned. "Yeah. I like to add to my trophy collection. Once they are...how shall I say this? Properly prepped."
She sighed, put it aside. "I can see a few nights in the love nest, sweetie."
"Sex room, and who said it had to be at night?" he quipped.
She fished around, pulled out a pair of very fuzzy green argyle knee socks. Laughed. "Very funny."
"For your cold feet, baby." He slid his bare foot over hers. "You do have cold feet."
"I know. Thank you. Something practical and not X-rated."
"Oh, I don't know. They are knee highs, baby. Those and a super short skirt..." He laughed at her glare. "What?"
"Hilarious, John!" She fished around. "I guess that's it. Thank you, sweetie."
"What? Wait! Oh shit!" He grabbed the box, tore the tissue paper out of it.
"John? What's wrong?"
"Crap! Where the hell did I...oh, oh yeah! Don't move!" he ordered. He stood, moved to his luggage.