Chapter 20
Seeing the sunshine the morning after a storm always brought with it a welcome feeling of relief. Its bright rays streamed in through the sliding glass door, warming everything around them. Jennifer tried to roll over before she was aware of Jonathan's arm, holding her in place. She smiled as she became conscious of the feel of his muscular chest against her back, his leg draped over hers, affectionately locking them against his back leg. "Someone was too tired to go swimming this morning," she thought. "I guess we were up rather late." Memories of their pineapple and scarf evening, once Nico left, flooded her mind, and a giggle escaped her lips.
At the noise, Jonathan stirred. "Whaaaa…," he groggily groaned.
"Sorry, Darling." She reached her hand up to pat the back of his head and found the scarf still wrapped around his head. The image flashing through her mind made her laugh harder.
He shifted his legs and reached his hand up to lift the scarf just enough to see out of one eye, "Whatcha laughing at?"
She rolled onto her stomach, "I can't believe you slept with it on all night."
Jonathan let go of the scarf, so it slid back into place, "It's quite comfy and reasonably fun." He began to let his hands rome, as a blind man feeling his way around, tickling and touching, and listening to his wife giggle. He found her ribs were especially sensitive to his tickles, and she called out his name. "Ummm, I love to hear my name roll off your lips," he uttered.
"Jonathan," she cooed.
"Again," he begged.
"Jonathan Charles," she began to draw out syllables and over enunciate as she said his name.
"Your wish is my command, my lady. What do you wish for today?" Was that an English accent he just tried to use? Again a giggle escaped her lips.
"My wish? Hmmm. I will have to contemplate that a bit. What kind of wishes are we talking here?"
He peeked out from under the scarf again, "Whatever you wish. Do you wish for food? I'll fetch it. Do you wish for drink? I'll pour it. Do you wish for dance? I'll bring music. Do you wish for... fun? I am at your beck and call, all day."
"Beck and call, huh? The whole day?" Jennifer's smile lit up her whole face, and Jonathan felt like it would undo him. He nodded his answer and let the scarf fall back over his eyes as he awaited her answer. "I think I would like to go to the morgue today," she replied thoughtfully.
Jonathan's smile faded, and once again, he pulled the scarf from his eyes so he could see if she was serious, "The morgue? You know they keep bodies there, right? Dead ones..."
"What?" His comment pulled Jennifer out of her thoughts. "No, not that morgue. The newspaper morgue. You know, where they keep old files and clippings. I'm betting they have stories on the whales there."
"Oh. Right."
Jennifer smiled at him again, and began to walk her fingers across his chest, "That is after you fetch that food and drink, find the music and," she placed her hand flat to his chest and pushed herself up closer to his face, "see what becks and calls I can discover in you." She allowed her lips to take his in a rather demanding manner. He responded, eager to give all she wanted.
He rolled her over onto her back and began following her cheek and jawline into her neck where he could lose himself in the very scent of her. Not seeing the beauty he knew she was, heightened the other senses he was using. He breathed in the fragrance of the perfume from the night before mixed with the sea salt air and followed her silky soft skin across her collarbone, headed toward the promised land of those fantastic breasts.
The knock on the door was most intrusive.
"Darling," Jennifer gasped.
"Maybe," he said, continuing his trail, "if we ignore them, they will go away." His right hand grabbed her left, fingers intertwined, and pinned it to the bed, fully exposing her breast. Since he couldn't see it, he let his mouth do the hunting as he forged ahead with his kisses.
Yet the knocking carried on.
"Ugh, Darling," she said breathlessly.
A third knock.
"I'm going," Jonathan said, pulling the scarf from his eyes and tossing it on the bed. "I'm not happy, but I'm going." He grabbed his robe and wrapped it around his body as he walked to the front door, muttering under his breath.
Pulling open the door, he stood face to face with Paul and Hazel.
"Good morning Jonathan," Hazel began. "I wanted to see how Jennifer was doing this morning."
He forced a smile. "Much better, thank you." Please, let that be the end of the conversation, he silently pleaded.
"Fantastic. However, the nurse in me would rather actually see her. If you don't mind." She smiled at him.
Jonathan started to answer that she was still in bed, hoping they would take the hint when he was interrupted by a voice behind him.
"It's ok, Darling. Show them in."
