I'm sorry for the delayed update, I took a vacation (it was awesome), and came home to a ton of work that I needed to get done. Also, this chapter is for lennatie/homeofwords. It's not your big car scene, but since you said I teased you last time, I wrote what you wanted :) And reviews are welcome and wanted, I need some ideas and direction, and really just someone to pat me on the head and tell me how wonderful this is.
Near the back doors lies a tangle of blankets and pillows dropped in a heap, everything slightly damp with the dew that had settled on the grass, and on both Tim and Melissa, as they lay in the grass star-gazing. and the rest of the brownies Tim had asked for, although larger portions have been cut out of the pan. Sitting on the island in the kitchen is the pan of brownies, now missing several pieces, and down the hallway, leading to Tim's bedroom is their clothes, scattered down the hallway.
Tim is leaning against the side of the deep tub in his bathroom, the water warm enough to be comfortable, the jets on the tub stirring the water and the bubbles atop the surface, while he sips from his glass of bourbon, the brownies already demolished. Each leg is propped against a side of the tub, and in between them, resting with her back against his chest, is Melissa. Her long strands of chocolate dark hair are piled on top of her head, which lolls against his shoulder, her bright azure gaze hazy with alcohol.
"Tim", she speaks with the slow precision of someone who has been drinking, fighting to keep from slurring her words together, "I think I'm tipsy."
"I think you're drunk", he chuckles at her, lifting one bubble covered hand to lift strands of silky hair off of her high cheek-bone. As much as he had enjoyed Melissa yesterday, when she relaxed at his kitchen island, eating barbeque and talking books, he was enjoying this Melissa more. She warm and soft against his chest, giggling at his jokes, and the flicker of guardedness that crossed her gaze earlier is gone.
"I am not drunk" Melissa retorts, lifting one hand to smear a trail of bubbles down the side of Tim's face, "I am tipsy. I've had too much chocolate and too much bourbon. Whose idea was this anyways?"
"You coming over? It was mine. The bath? It was yours", getting back at her, Tim finds the soft spot on her ribs, tickling her, smirking when she yelps and jumps, splashing them both, "But I was not going to refuse a chance to see you naked. And I've never used the tub."
"You're kidding. You've never used this tub?" Melissa turns her head, twisting her body, to look up at him, her eyes wide with astonishment, the dark lashes that surround her gaze spiky with water. For a girl who loves nothing more than a bath and a book to read, the idea of not using this tub ever occurred to her.
"I always take showers. Although the next time I have some hot girl over, I'm going to get her drunk and take a bath with her", leaning comfortably against the back of the tub, Tim sighs in contentment as the jets in the tub work at soothing his muscles, sassing her as his eyes close. Only to blink them in shock, when Melissa dumps a glass full of bath water over his head; spluttering, he rubs water out of his dark blue eyes, only to find himself nose to nose with Melissa.
"I'm fairly certain, Marshal Gutterson, that somewhere in the constitution, it says, thou shall not talk about the next hot girl when the first one is still naked, in your tub", she is grinning when she says it, an impish gleam in her eyes, as she sets her glass down on the edge of the tub.
Her voice, husky from the bourbon, purrs his name, her accent thicker now that she isn't fighting to hide it, and it slides down Tim's spine, sending shock waves through him, "But it says I can talk about you naked in my tub?"
Melissa's bright blue gaze lowers to her naked body, decorated in places with clumps of bright white, foamy bubbles; her cheeks grow bright and hot with a blush, but she lifts one shoulder in a shrug, "Haven't you seen me naked before?"
"A couple of times. You have freckles here", his head dips, and his pouty lips press against her shoulder, and then her opposite shoulder, and then each cheek, each time he speaks, "And here. And here. And here."
"I hate them", her wet, soapy fingers slide through his hair, running down his shoulders, and then back up through his hair in a gentle motion.
"I like them. I like each one. Like this one," he presses a hot kiss to the top curve of one breast, where a group of freckles sits, his lips giving way to his teeth, and he nips gently at her tender skin.
"They make me look like I'm 12", Melissa grumbles, although her eyes fall close and her head lolls back on her shoulders at his movements, long strands of her hair clinging to her wet skin, down her shoulders and back, in stark contrast to her pale skin.
"You're short, that makes you look like you're 12", gently his long-fingered hands slide over her ribs, and down her back, pulling him to her, while his lips continue to press gentle kisses into the freckles on her shoulders.
"I'm not short, I'm average", still grumbling, she goes willingly, moving until her legs straddle his, and settling into his lap.
"You're short. It's ok, it's cute", he grins up at her, his lips tracing a path from shoulder to the other, dipping across the curves of her breasts, one hand sliding from around her back to cup first one, then other in his hands.
"I thought anything more than a handful was a waste for a man", she sighs at his touch, her head falling back further onto her shoulders, the elastic holding her hair up slipping, threatening to slip from her hair.
"For most men. I'm a little bit greedy", as he speaks, he ducks his head, sucking one of her already taut nipples into his mouth, a grin curving the corners of his pouty lips when she gasps.
"Good point. I asked for dinner and you asked for theentireweekend", she forces the last of the words out of mouth in a rush, her back arching towards Tim, her fingers tightening in his hair, while goose bumps spread out over her soft skin.
"See… I'm greedy," he lifts his head from her breast, his hips lifting to grind against hers, as his arm tightens around her back, bringing her small frame flush against his, just before his lips meet hers.
The elastic holding her hair up finally gives up the fight, and her long tresses slip from their spot, gathered on her head, to spill over her shoulders, sticking to her damp skin. His hands immediately reach for her hair, gathering in his hands as he leans forward, pressing a kiss to her collarbone. One hand slides through her hair, and curls around her waist, shifting her off of his lap, and then onto the side of the tub, sitting on the edge, next to the empty glasses that held bourbon a few minutes ago. The tub is deep enough that sitting in front of her, in the swirling water, Tim's lips easily graze her belly button, and he grins as he drops kisses around it, which send Melissa into giggles.
His broad shoulders slide between her thighs, which easily part for him, as his lips trail down the soft curve of her belly, and then down one hip. His lips are teasingly butterfly light as they coast up the inside of one thigh, and she whimpers in frustration, her fingers digging into his shoulders, the movement bringing a grin to his lips, "Now who's being greedy?"
"You pick a fine time to…." Melissa's retort was halfway out of her mouth when Tim ducked his head, dragging his tongue up against her sensitive folds in one long lick, and the remark dies on her lips.
"Hmmm? Did you have something smart-ass to say?" he smirks up at her, his fingers running up and down her thighs, before sliding up the inside of her thighs, sliding against her smooth skin until he can slip one into her body.
"Holy shit… can't… talk…" Melissa's hips jerk at his touch, her body clenching around his fingers, her bright gaze falling shut, lashes fluttering.
"That's what I thought…" grinning arrogantly, Tim lowers his head once more, his tongue rubbing against that sensitive spot of flesh, and then he sucks it into his mouth, while his fingers start to slide in and out of her, agonizingly slowly.
Melissa moans, her hips jerking at his tongue. As they sat in the bath, eating brownies, drinking bourbon, and talking about everything and nothing at once, she had been aware of the under-current of energy, that warm glow of want and need. That current has hummed beneath the surface since she first stepped into his house, it was there when they grocery shopped, made brownies and grilled, it was there in the quiet moments staring at the stars not too long ago. But with just a few touches, just the slightest hint of his mouth on her sensitive skin, and it comes back to her in full force. Her teeth sink into her lip, bruising the tender skin, to keep the moan back, but it slips through anyways, echoing in the small bathroom.
He feels every twitch, hears every whimper and moan, and it drives him on. The undercurrent of want that had been there, warming him, rushes to the surface, and he wants nothing more than Melissa in this moment. Beneath the water he is already hard, throbbing, but he is determined to take his time, to push her over the edge with his mouth, like he did that first time. Slowly his fingers slide in and out of her, but he turns them, pressing them down instead of curling them up, and is rewarded when Melissa jumps, nearly sliding off the side of the tub, if not for his other arm, hooked around the small of her back keeping her place. His talented tongue swirls as he sucks on her, and she jerks again, forcing him to tighten his arm around her again.
"Tim… Tim…" when his fingers shifted, turning inside of her, Melissa gasped, her fingers digging into his shoulder. She is thankful for his arm around her back, the ability to keep herself upright and balanced on the edge of the tub is beyond her at the moment. The lights above her head, dimmed when they slipped in, grow bright, and she gasps, feeling that golden warmth slip through her again.
Tim has learned her body already, he knows the breathy way she says his name, the way her fingers tighten in his hair and on his back, knows how tight she grows when she gets close, and he sucks on that sensitive bud again, his fingers continuing their slow rhythm, in and out of her body. The urge to stop, to drag her from her spot on the edge of the tub, and toss her onto the bed is nearly overwhelming, and for a moment he shakes with the effort to stop himself from doing just that.
She takes one final breath on a whimper that grows into a moan, before it feels like lightening is shooting through her body; she arches into his hands and mouth, the ceiling above her head spinning as her world splinters. When she can breathe again, he is trailing soft kisses up her thigh, nipping at the skin above her knee, his lips smirking up at her.
"Still can't talk?" finally, Tim moves, stretching up from his spot in the tub, leaning past her to flick the controls on the jets off, and then reaching for her in one smooth move. Water and bubbles slide down his muscled body, as he curls his arms around her, tugging her to her feet, and then guiding her out of the tub with sure movements.
"Smart-ass", on wobbly knees, she leans against him, curling her arms around his neck, and gingerly stepping out of the tub. The bourbon, the warm water, the orgasm, all combine, and her knees are more than weak as she stands.
"Always," Tim grins at her, her cheeks flushed, she blushed just as she came, turning pink, and the color always stayed with her for a few minutes, her eyes hazy, her hair damp and clinging to her skin. She is not the pulled together, efficient woman he sees at the office, and something primitive within him responds to who she is now, the real her. He grabs a thick, soft bath sheet, and wraps it around her frame, wrapping another one around his hips, and pulls her body to his one more, walking her backwards towards the bed, combing his fingers through her water-dark hair as they walk.
Emboldened by the bourbon, and finally relaxing around Tim completely, Melissa goes easily, walking backwards on bare feet into his bedroom, her arms curling around his neck, her lips rising to meet his. The kiss starts almost sweet, before turning hotter, her lips part as his do, and she curls her tongue around his, while her fingers slide to the waistband of the towel. It takes her a moment, her hands are unsteady and Tim is a master of wrapping a towel, but she tugs it free, and then slides her arms up his back, still beaded with warm water. Once he is naked, she realizes her own towel is in a puddle at her feet, and the bed is against the back of her knees. She sinks onto it, her fingers linking around his neck to tug him with her.
Tim follows her, until they are stretched out sideways on the bed, resting his weight on his arms, as their lips meet once more. For long moments, all they do is kiss, tongues curling around each other evocatively, basking in each other's presence, the feel of her naked skin against his equally naked skin, the heat they're generating. Melissa pulls away first, panting for breath, her fingers combing through his hair as she looks up at him, her cheeks dark with a blush.
"You're blushing", Tim smirks down at her, shifting his weight to one arm, using the other one to brush the backs of his long fingers against one pink cheek. He is hard, throbbing; his erection pushing insistently against the tender folds between her legs, but he doesn't move, merely continues to stroke her cheek gently.
"You make me blush all the time. I think you get a thrill out of it", her eyes close and she rubs her face against his fingers, sighing at his touch, while her fingers coast down his arms, running over the thick, corded muscle on his arms, and then back up to his hair.
"I do, I like making you blush at work", he continues to rub his fingers against her cheek, before leaning towards the nightstand once more, tugging a condom from the drawer. A quick peek inside lets him know he needs to make a run for more, especially if Melissa is planning on repeating her visit here.
"I know, and it drives me insane", she grins at him, leaning towards him when he leans away, her fingers trailing down his stomach, and then curling around his erection. When he pauses, hissing in a breath, she grins arrogantly, and starts to slowly stroke him, her touch teasingly light, "Got something smart-ass to say now?"
"Give me a minute, and I will", Tim has to grit his teeth at her touch, the pleasure it sends through him making his knees weak, and he fumbles several times to get the packet of foil open, cursing it as he does. Once again, Melissa takes it from him, continuing to stroke him as she does, stopping long enough to roll the condom over his length, while she leans forward and plants a series of hot, stinging kisses down his chest.
His large hands wrap around her shoulders, pushing her back onto the bed, and then slide down her body, cupping her breasts in both hands, rolling her nipples between his fingers for a moment, before sliding down her stomach, and to her hips. Easily he lifts her thighs to his waist, smiling in satisfaction when her long legs curl around him, and he leans down, brushing against her hot core, but not quit sinking into her, "But I think I like it when you're naked, in my bed, and you blush more."
At his hotly whispered word, his lips hovering a mere breath above her own, Melissa turns scarlet, but she grins up at him, her eyes dark with arousal, "I think you like me naked period. Doesn't matter if I'm blushing or not."
"I like you in clothes, but I do like you naked" he grins down at her, just barely sinking into her body, before pulling away, and then slipping into her once more, never fully sliding into her. The effort to keep from burying himself in her shows, makes his arms twitch, he grits his teeth, but the look on Melissa's face, nearly pouting, the feel of her nails digging into his back, in an effort to get more of him, is worth it, and he continues, sinking into her fully once, only to withdraw and start to tease her once more.
Melissa is shaking, each time he slips into her, only to withdraw, only letting her barely feel him, her hips jerk, and she cannot help the whimper that slips from her lips. Her body squeezes around him each time, but it is not enough to keep him within her, to give her what she craves, all of him, and her back bows from the bed, trying in vain to get him closer, "Stop teasing…"
"No", he forces the words out past his teeth, although he's enjoying not giving into her, he badly wants to, his body is fairly screaming at him to give in. But still he continues, just barely slipping into her, pulling away when she struggles to get close to her. He leans his weight on one arm, the muscles bulging as they hold him, and runs his other hand down her stomach, until his fingers can brush over the most sensitive spot on her, rubbing gently as he continues to torment her.
She jerks at his touch, her thighs starting to shake as her body tightens around his length, which finally sinks into her, only to teasingly slip away again, "Tim… please… please…"
Her breathy moan undoes him, and his fingers still busy, he sinks fully into her, staying within her body as it squeezes him tightly, his head falling to rest on her shoulder. Slowly, almost painfully slowly, do his hips move, easing from her, only to ease back into her once again, and he curses as she tightens around him, unsure if he will able to keep this up.
She is close again, tormented by his fingers and his body, her legs shaking as she tightens them around his waist, using them as leverage to meet each slow, steady thrust. If he continues to move his fingers, rubbing against her clit with a slow rhythm, she feels as though she will die, but if he stops, she feels the same way. One more thrust, one more pass of his fingers against her, and suddenly she is moaning his name, her body shaking, tightening around him and squeezing him tightly as she goes over the edge, pushed by his body. When he feels her orgasm, feels her body tighten almost painfully around his, he groans, giving up his control, and thrusts into her harder, his hips meeting hers, and in just a few thrusts, he explodes, burying his face in her neck as his body jerks against hers.
Melissa moves first, lifting her head from the sheet-covered mattress and dropping soft, gentle kisses against the side of his face and temple, which Tim returns. He has not, in the past, been one for the post-sex snuggle, but he is moved to let Melissa see the softer side of him, especially now, and he leans up on his elbows, tracing her face with his fingers. She smiles up at him, her eyes hazy and tender at the same time, her fingers gently tracing over his shoulders and down his arms, while she leans up to kiss the small bump on his nose, proof he's had it broken before.