Lt. Sweetride
Part of Me
What a diff'rence a day made
Twenty-four little hours
Brought the sun and the flowers
Where there used to be rain
My yesterday was blue, dear
Today I'm part of you, dear
My lonely nights are through, dear
(Since you said you were mine)
What a diff'rence a day makes
There's a rainbow before me
Skies above can't be stormy
Since that moment of bliss
That thrilling kiss
It's heaven when you find romance on your menu
What a diff'rence a day made
And the difference is you.
What a Difference a Day Makes, Lyrics by Stanley Adams
Elizabeth shut the hot water off for the second time in the last two hours, sliding the shower door open and pulling the fluffed oversized white towel off the rack. She'd showered before she left the hospital after surgery, so many traumas tonight after the massive pile up Kelly had been called away to earlier. But while the hospital showers left her feeling clinically sterile, that was just the problem… sterile, cold, medicinal. It took another hot shower with her own soaps and shampoos, followed with lotions to get the smell of damage, of illness and injury out of her nose and off her body.
Kelly lay in her bed sleeping. He hadn't moved when she'd walked through the bedroom to the bath. He must be exhausted after what had to be a rough shift. The dogs lazily lifted their heads and then settled back down beside their new pillow. They seemed to have no trouble at all adapting to a man in their bed. A first for everyone. She now stood in the dark, combing out her tangled locks watching the man who had quickly become the most important person in the world to her. How had this happened? When had it happened? She'd spent months avoiding just this fate and now boom, here they were.
His test results were downstairs on the kitchen counter in a sealed envelope. She'd already opened hers and left it open beside his. All clear for her part. Even if it turned out he wasn't, she didn't think she'd care at this point. They'd just deal with whatever came up. Did that mean she loved him? Already? It was too soon surely. Elizabeth tugged on a particularly difficult tangle and shook her head in frustration.
"Come to bed, Elizabeth," Kelly's sleepy voice ground through the darkness.
"I didn't mean to wake you."
"You didn't. I can feel you staring," he tossed the covers on her side of the bed back. "Come to bed. Sleep. It's been a hell of a shift."
She sighed in agreement and climbed in beside him, her hockey jersey leaving her legs bare and cold. His arms wrapped around her and dragged her against him, wrapping his legs around hers, enveloping her in his warmth. "Go to sleep baby. I'll protect you. No nightmares tonight. Just sleep."
The smell of coffee and frying bacon filled her room and she was confused. What time was it? Looking around the room it was clearly way past dawn. When was the last time she'd slept so late? Or so well? She couldn't recall any dreams and certainly no nightmares.
The door opened and Rush and Roulette ran in, leaping on the bed, followed closely by a bare chested Kelly carrying a tray of food, carafe of coffee and some cut fruit.
"You made me breakfast in bed?"
"Made us breakfast in bed." Kelly beamed.
"No one has ever made me breakfast in bed before." She shoved her hair out of her face and sat back, using the pillows to prop herself up.
"Really? You are a woman that should be served breakfast in bed with every opportunity."
"I don't sleep well enough for that particular treat," she sighed as she took the cup of coffee from him.
"Seemed to have done pretty well last night. It's 10 now." He seemed enormously proud of himself.
"10? In the morning? Wow."
"No nightmares I take it?
She shook her head. "You would have known if I'd had a nightmare. Maybe I should have been having these sleepovers more often."
"Hey! You think it's the sleepover or the man?"
She took in the relaxed 6ft plus of man lying horizontally across her bed, putting raspberry jam on a croissant for her; shirtless, with only well worn jeans and a couple days worth of stubble covering him. Even his feet were bare. Damn. He had sexy feet.
She took a small bite of the croissant, smearing the jam along her lips slightly, her gaze licking his body from head to toe and back again slowly even as her lips licked the jam off her top button of his jeans was unbuttoned and she knew he had nothing on underneath.
"At the risk of feeding the man's ego too much, I think it's definitely the man. And you laying there like that…" she paused to move the tray to the floor, much to the dogs' delight. "You look good enough to eat, breakfast not withstanding."
Elizabeth crawled to him and climbed on top of him, straddling his half naked body with her own covered only in a jersey. Kelly's hands went to her thighs as he pushed the jersey up, "Hockey, huh? Another one and done's? Do I need to be jealous of one of the Blackhawks players? Wondering if one of them has been with you?"
"First of all, you have nothing to be jealous of. I'm with you in so many more ways that any one and done could ever have me. Second, the jersey is a gift from the team as a supporter. Not because I slept with any, all, or even one of them. We *both* gotta let go of our worries about past lovers. You've told me it's not nearly as many as I want to believe it is. The same goes here. You are the only man who has ever spent the night here, in my bed, ever. Sleepovers are for other places, not mine. So think on that before your jealousy gets the better of you."
Kelly nodded, his hands cupping her bottom. "I saw our tests downstairs. You already opened yours."
"Yep, all clear. What about yours?"
"I haven't opened them. Elizabeth," he paused, "what if…?"
"Hey, let's not borrow that trouble. Whatever comes, we'll deal with it together, Kelly."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah," she stated definitively, leaning forward, her hands on either side of his face, her hair flowing around them like a silk shroud. "It's just us, Kelly. You and me. Together."
His big hands cupped her bottom and cradling her close to him, slowly rolling her under him. "You amaze me every single day, Elizabeth."
She sighed and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him to her mouth. "Show me," she whispered.
His lips brushed her, "Soon," he breathed before he pushed away from her and got up from the bed.
"Damn it Kelly! You're a fucking tease," Elizabeth growled as she sat up, pouting.
"Well, that is something I've never been accused of before," Kelly laughed as he danced out of the way of the pillow thrown at him. "I'm going to clean up breakfast and then we'll look over my tests, then we'll see if you still think I'm a tease."
"Maybe I'm not interested anymore. Maybe the moment has passed."
Kelly leaned over Elizabeth and tilted her chin up slightly. "I'll consider it a personal challenge to make you very interested again." He bussed the tip of her nose and laughed when she swatted him away.
Fine. He wanted to play games. She could play too. He wasn't leaving her bedroom again without having made love to her. Finally.
In her closet, she pulled out drawer after drawer running her fingers over her lingerie selection. Nothing too much evening. Something she could definitely have picked out for the day to wear. Strategically picked out to wear that day. A simple bra and panty set, with a loose blouse to cover it might be about right. Elizabeth piled her long hair up on her head, making a loose, sexy up do with thin tendrils hanging down around her neck. Perfume on each touchpoint, a spread of mascara and a blush of lipstick and she was ready to get dressed.
She'd chosen a fire engine red bra and panty set she'd bought long before she started seeing Kelly, but with him in mind. She remembered how frustrated she'd been with herself at even giving into the absurd fantasy of buying lingerie for a man she had no intention of ever letting see it. Now, she was glad she'd given into that apparently not so absurd fantasy.
Kelly was on the stairs coming back up as Elizabeth grabbed a black silk long sleeved blouse and slipped her arms into the sleeves, struggling slightly with the straps on her much too high red stilettos. Leaning against the door frame of her bathroom, she tried to affect a nonchalant attitude as he walked in holding his sealed envelope.
Kelly froze in the middle of her bedroom and stared while she stared back. She watched his Adam's apple bob as he swallowed and licked his lips. Without a word or taking his eyes off of her, he tore at the envelope, pulling at the paper inside by touch alone, mangling both the envelope and the test results. Having mercy, she pushed away from the door frame and walked slowly towards him, her eyes never leaving his either. They were caught in each other's gaze. Without touching him, she took the envelope from him and tugged the two sheets of paper inside into her hand, letting the torn envelope drift to the ground. She handed the results to him and he waived them off.
"You read them."
She licked her lips and broke their eye contact for the first time since he'd walked into her room. Glancing at the paper, she quickly assessed the results. "All clear," she croaked, and cleared her throat and spoke again, "all clear."
She felt rather than saw the relief drop from his body as without another word, Kelly grabbed her to him, one hand behind her head tilting her face to him. "How did I ever get so lucky?"
Elizabeth smirked slightly, "Good karma baby. Now what are you going to do with all your good fortune?"
"Do you trust me?" Kelly looked into her eyes, willing her to say yes, but she could see the fear that maybe she wouldn't.
"Absolutely."
"That I'm not going to cheat? That I'm not the player you think I was?"
She paused. He was asking for more specifics now, pushing on her hot buttons. Could she honestly say yes? Elizabeth looked into his eyes and saw the vulnerability in the deep blue depths, awash with tears of emotion. She could do nothing but believe him.
"Yes!" She sighed into his arms, wrapping her arms around his neck, pressing her body against his.
"God Elizabeth," Kelly's mouth collided with hers, taking her, overriding her, consuming her. Tongues lashed, lips crushed against the other. Desire that built layer upon layer over the months, with only the very slightest venting of steam finally exploded between them.
Kelly tugged on her blouse and the buttons popped off, the ripping of the sheer silk a sudden background to their mutual panting. He pulled back for a moment, surprised the material had given way in their passion.
Dropping his head to her untended breast, he suckled through the red lace raising her hardened nipple to a diamond tip. He scooped her generous breasts out of the lace cups, peeling the material down leaving her breasts exposed. Falling to his knees as if in prayer before her, he suckled one breast pulling hard on the nipple while his fingers tugged on the other.
Elizabeth cried out, arching against him bracing herself on his shoulders. Kelly moved to the other breast and lightly bit and sucked harder in response to her holding his head tighter against her chest.
She couldn't remember the last time a man had made her feel so connected, so eager, so desired. Kelly's tongue traced along her ribs, brushing open mouthed kisses down her abdomen. His tongue speared her belly button sending a sharp sting straight to her grasping, wet pussy. She thought her knees would give out as his wicked tongue traveled further, and sensing her weakness, Kelly lent her his strength by wrapping his arms through her legs and back around to her hips, spreading her open and holding her upright at the same time.
"I hope you aren't fond of these," he growled against her thigh as his thumbs pressed through the thin fabric at each hip, shredding her panties.
"God, Kelly…" she groaned. She was on fire. His tongue was everywhere, thrusting, licking, sucking. She exploded around him but he kept going, pushing her back onto the bed, spreading her legs even further apart.
"Kelly" her head rocked back and forth, "I can't, no more."
"You can, Elizabeth. You will," he demanded, sucking her clit again as he slid three fingers inside her.
She screamed as she came again, her pussy flooding his open mouth, her body trembling with spasms. Kelly slid up her body until they were face to face again, kissing her gently, softly licking the tears she had shed.
"You okay?" he asked, so quiet she could barely hear him over the racing of her heart.
Elizabeth smiled and opened her eyes. "I'm better than ok, Kelly. Much better than ok." She stretched her arms across his bare chest and nuzzled his chin. "Now, I think it's your turn."
Kelly shook his head. "If you touch me I'll go off like a firecracker. I'm too close."
"Well, then let's relieve some of your tension and then it will be your turn later."
"I'm serious Elizabeth. It's going to be quick."
She laughed. "I've already come twice. I think I could come again just kissing you. Quick I can do." She pushed him onto his back and slid on top of him straddling him. Her small fingers made quick work of his jeans and as she pulled his zipper down he sprang free. She leaned over and ran her tongue from root to tip along his steel hard penis, smiling as it twitched and Kelly growled in response.
His pants soon off, she grasp his girth and slid down onto him, both of them groaning as he entered her heat. She was hot and wet and he slipped into her tight channel with some work. She took a moment to adjust to his size and then started to ride him. Elizabeth sped up and then slowed down, dragging out the delicious torture for both of them.
"Elizabeth, I can't…I need…" Kelly groaned against her neck before rolling her under him and taking control. He picked up the pace and as he got closer, pounded into her harder and faster.
"Come with me, baby."
"I'm right there, Kelly, just a few.. Oh yes!" she cried out and tightened around him, squeezing him forcing him to come along with her, milking him dry.
"Elizabeth?" Kelly sighed.
"Hmmm?"
"You're mine now."
"Yes, yours, Kelly. Only yours."
A/N: Not my best sex scene, but I wanted to get something up while I'm writing. I've edited all the previous chapters, fixing errors in continuity, grammar, etc. More to come.