Just a short plotless oneshot that wouldn't leave me alone and I just had to write. Hope you enjoy it.
Shiver
His palm lands on the small of her back as he holds the door open for her. His warm finger tips tease the smooth exposed skin where her burgundy dress falls loose, revealing her tanned back as it folds casually against her slender hips. He ushers her into the dimly lit foyer and cannot resist the urge for his other hand to trace the contour of her arm as she walks past him. She shivers under his touch, looking up at him, green orbs peaking bashfully from beneath long dark lashes. She waits until his traveling fingers reach her hand and sneaks her fingers between his.
She pulls him in after her. The house is dark except for the small lamp on the side table where he drops his keys and the flood of moonlight coming from the large windows across the spacious foyer. She pulls him in quickly, barely giving him time to kick the door shut before her small hands are on his dribbled cheek and she is pulling him down towards her. Her soft hands are a delicious contrast against his rough stubbed face. With one hand still flirting with the small of her back, raising goose bumps along every inch of her silky skin, and the other cradling the back if her head, drowning in the sea of dark brown curls, he uses his body to push her against the wall, trapping her smaller body with his larger frame.
He feels her thumbs press against his cheekbones and his eyes are closed shut and she unleashes a passionate assault against his lips. He lets her take charge for a moment, only a short moment, because he has other plans in mind, as he uses the hand that has been tracing a scorching pattern on her back to pull her against him, leaving no space for even the cool breeze to penetrate between their bodies. She gasps at his action a it takes her by surprise, and he takes advantage of the situation by taking her face in his hands, feeling the heat rise from her skin, her flushed cheeks filling his large palms. She gives in to the shift of roles, happy to relent control of the moment to him, trusting he knows exactly what she needs before she does, trusting he will take care of her just right. Her hands drop and she is struggling to loosen his tie because he is biting her lower lip with just enough pressure to make her moan involuntarily, his warm tongue tracing the contour of it deliciously. She finally manages to get rid of his tie and undoes a couple of buttons and when her fingers touch his chest, it burns with the flame of desire surging through him. But then his tongue finds access into her mouth and she knows her own skin is burning hotter. He tries not to hiss, the sensation a mix between pain and pleasure when with on hand she pulls at the short hair ate back of head and with the other her painted nails scratch at the skin of his heaving chest.
He is pretty sure they are both in dire need of oxygen but the feeling of her lips is too intoxicating for him to stop now. But when he feels her shiver against him he pulls back. She groans at the loss, not sure why he stopped so abruptly. She opens her eyes to see him staring at the open window next to them, the cool breeze sneaking in and the satin curtain flying wildly at them. She giggles out of breath at his annoyance at the rippling fabric. He reaches over, stretching over her to shut the window and she growls at the site of his exposed neck. She latches onto like a hungry predator, licking, sucking, biting, beaming with pride as she feels his rising pulse against her full lips. He is dizzy with desire an her merciless attack is not helping him maintain his focus. With one hand landing against the wall by her head, he pushes himself back, away from her, and he tries to catch his breath. The predatory look never leaves her eyes and they flash dark when he pulls away. His look urges her to slow down, to let them enjoy this and let it last longer. She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. She sighs when she feels hi touch against her wanting skin again. His thumb soothingly tracing over her eyebrow, traveling smoothly until he is teasing the curve of her ear, pushing back with it the curls that stuck to her sweaty forehead.
She feels her heartbeat settling back down as he manages to turn the intense, heated moment into a soothing intimate one. He continues to study her every curve with the concentration and intensity of a man on a mission. He bites his lip and continues the journey, reacquainting his senses with every exquisite detail displayed before him. His fingertips dance along her perfectly sculpted jaw, reaching her red lips, tracing them softly, watching as her eyelids fall, hiding away the jungle green orbs below. Her collarbone is deliciously exposed and he let his fingers study them as he makes plans to introduce his lips to them later. She sighs heavily when his touch travels towards the length of her arm. She is ticklish but does not dare pull away. He takes both hands in his and drops his forehead against hers as both their breathing has lanes down. His own eyes are shut now and he breathes in her scent. With his thumbs massaging gently at the skin below her closed eyes, he lifts his head up just enough to plant a warm, soft kiss against her forehead.
She feels a sob escape her throat, the act so gentle, so intimate and simple coming right after the intense passion they just shared, reflecting the man she is madly in live with, intense, focused to the edge of madness, yet warm, caring, gentle and so vulnerable it often broke her heart.
"Jack," she whispers, his voice urging, begging.
He just nods, "I know, baby, I know, me too."
END