Rating/Warning(s)/Note(s): M, Ranchward
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Prompt: Level

"Those are my chaps," he whispered huskily as he leaned against the doorframe.

"I thought they looked so good on you I would see how comfortable they were to wear," I replied, glad I had been prompted what to say by Rose on the drive back. I had been a mixture of mortified and amused when she had me rehearse it. Now I just felt stupid and anxious.

"And are they?" he asked.

"Are what what?" I replied confusedly, causing him to chuckle.

"Are the chaps comfortable?" I was supposed to say yes, but in reality I think I had some skin pinched in one of the buckles behind my thigh and I really wanted that problem fixed right away. So, naturally I was honest.

"Well, all except right here on my leg," I said, turning around and pointing to the source of the problem. Only, instead of laughing at me as I expected I heard his breathing catch as he looked at my backside.

His eyes began to burn as he walked into the room and knelt behind me, freezing my body far more than the precarious heels. Running his fingers under the buckle he gently freed my skin before pulling the strap aside to place a kiss there. I couldn't keep from watching him as his hands ran up from my leg to where my panties began. "Can you get these off without taking off the chaps?" he whispered as his fingers started to trace the hem at the bottom, going from my hip to between my legs and back out again.

I was breathing rapidly by this time, all coherent thought having left my brain. "Snaps," was all I was able to get out. The look of confusion on his face was adorable, and while I was tempted to tell him where they were, I decided it would be more fun if he found them himself.

His thumbs traced up my hips, feeling only the seam of the panties before realization dawned. "Hmm," he murmured, "I think I would like to investigate other openings in this outfit of yours." With that he spun me around, which was incredibly dangerous given the height of my heels, and sure enough, he had to catch me when I almost fell across him. "As sexy as they are, lets get you out of those boots before you kill yourself," he said with a laugh.

I braced myself with my hands on his shoulders as he lifted each leg, holding my knee level with his mouth so he could place kisses on the uncovered inside of my thigh as he slipped my boot off, switching to the other side when I was steady on my now bare foot.

He ran his hands up my legs, over my hips, then across my stomach before they met at the bottom of the lacing holding my fringed halter on me. Slowly he untied the bow there and I watched, mesmerized, as his long fingers pulled the lacing out of the holes one by one, the look in his eyes whenever he would glance up at me enough to make me almost spontaneously explode on the spot.

What seemed to be ages later he finally pushed the fabric from my breasts, baring me to him, and all I could think about was if his knees were getting sore. I know, I'm a worrier. Still, bad knees now might mean no sex when we're forty or something, so I pulled on his hands and whispered, "Let's go to the bed."

He chuckled and pulled my hands behind my back, capturing both wrists in one of his hands as the other stroked me from the back where my hands had met, around my waist to the front, and then up to cup one breast. "I'm enjoying the view down here," he whispered before finally sucking the nipple he wasn't playing with into his mouth.

Letting out an embarrassingly loud moan I almost lost my balance again, but this time didn't have the shoes to blame it on. He let go of my hands so I could grab his shoulders and his now free hand traveled down from my waist to cup my bottom before they went in search of the snaps I had told him about.

I spread my legs ever so slightly as his fingers circled the bottom of my panties. As soon as he found the snaps he left them be, just traced his fingers back and forth over them as he continued to suckle on my breasts. My knees were becoming weak and finally gave way from the way he was touching me, hitting his chest as I fell forward. He grunted when they made contact, but then laughed as he placed his hands on my arms and started to pull himself up to a standing position.

His eyes were dark, and just then I noticed the huge, black circles of exhaustion underneath them that had been hidden by the dirt. Maybe I needed to get him into bed sooner than I thought. I might not be the only one falling over soon.

We walked over to the bed, or in his case more like drug himself over. I could tell he was trying very hard to stay in the mood, something apparently helped along by my topless state since he was staring at my breasts like they were the promised land.

Pulling him along I scooted to the top of the bed, laying on my back to make it easier for him. This way he could just lie on top of me. The contact of our bodies seemed to renew his energy level as he began kissing down my throat, little moans of pleasure coming from us both. I could feel one of his hands trailing down my stomach and over my panties, reaching the snaps just as he lay his head down between my breasts. Placing small kisses on my breastbone I felt his fingers pull the first snap loose. He shifted slightly, as if to get more comfortable, placing his head now firmly on my left breast as if it was a pillow. That's when I felt the second snap come undone and his fingers begin to trail along my slit. I let out another moan as he trailed up and down, his fingers moving slower and slower in their sweet torture.

Then he stopped. Completely and totally. "Edward," I moaned in complaint, pushing my hips up against his hand, "please don't stop." I was answered with a soft snore. Looking down I could see the exhaustion etched in his face relax a bit and knew he was out until morning.

I just lay there for a few minutes, waiting for him to be sound asleep before nudging him, causing him to roll off of me. I was horny as anything, but figured I could wait as well. I crawled out of bed, stripped off the ridiculous outfit, and threw on my sleep clothes. Snuggling up next to my sleeping man I felt him wrap his arms around me in his sleep. Just as I was drifting off I heard the sound I loved far more than sex, a sleepy mumble from his lips, "Love you," followed by a squeeze and another snore.

I know all the long-time married ladies are laughing, because this happens. She should have kept him off the bed! He got too comfortable. I do love hearing the half-asleep mumbles of love, though.

Happy Monday!