She came close and said, "Well, that fire should warm you up." He stepped back and said plainly "It certainly will. Excuse me, I need to wash the logs from my hands."
Chapter 15 The Source of Life
As he walked away she wrapped the blanket around her and sat on the couch embarrassed, bewildered and depressed. Rose was staring at the fire, wondering what to do. She didn't see him re-enter the room with a bottle of wine and two glasses. He crept up behind her, leaned over the back of the couch, and kissed her neck. She shivered and caught her breath with the sensation.
"I thought we should have some wine with the cheese." and handed her the bottle. She stared at it puzzled. "Do you want me to open it now or later?" He came from around the back of the couch, just as naked as she was. Now it was her eyes that widened and filled with surprise.
"Well, right," he said, "Probably later."
Rose could only nod her head. She got up off the couch without the blanket, jumped and wrapped her whole body around him. He dropped the glasses on the couch and sank to the pillows she had placed on the floor earlier. After such a long time, every caress was like static electricity. Just the scent of him as their bodies touched was gloryus.
He started his kisses at the top of her head and worked his way down. She couldn't catch her breath from the strength of the sensations that flashed and rolled through her. Rose sat up and reached for him, but he held her arms to her side and whispered in her ear, "Rose, let me love you."
He pushed her back down into the pillows, covering her body with his own, and started over. She could hardly contain herself as the sensations washed over her in crashing waves. When he had reached far enough to taste her, her body burst with joy and she cried out in ecstasy. It was difficult, but he had waited for that moment to enter her, and after a few thrusts joined her in blissful release.
He lay upon her trying to catch his breath. As he went to roll away, she stopped him. After so long, Rose was still hungry for the feel of him and the weight of his body on hers. They lay together still entwined, sated for now in the afterglow.
Their breathing slowing. He kissed her forehead, got up, put another log on the fire and grabbed the blanket, pulling it over them. After some pillow talk and feeding her a few choice tidbits from the plate he asked, "Shall I open the wine?" "Yes, please." she taunted. "You're going to need your strength."
He smiled at her derision, "Didn't you know Time Lords have a great deal of stamina? With two hearts quickly re-supplying oxygen to every part of the body, we can go long distances without tiring."
"Well," she tickled his rib. "That sounds like a challenge. After starving me of affection for the last 7 weeks you're going to get more than you bargained for." The logs in the fire suddenly shifted and blazed up behind her as she tossed the blanket away.
She was going to torture him with anticipation, slowly, as he had tortured her all those weeks. She didn't know what it had cost him in control for all that time of abstinence. He had decided he wanted to give her something of equal value to what she had given him at the pond. Something to delight her so completely it would take days to get over it.
But his amplified Time Lord senses were very aware of the fragrance of her skin, the softness of her body and the desire in her eyes. It didn't take much from her, for him to rethink his plan again and again. He held out as long as he could, but the fireplace was the last straw.
Her hunger for him was plain when she straddled his waist and began at the top, the same path he had chosen. "I think it's time for the main course." she purred in his ear. He moaned and watched as she found all those little places that made him shudder with pleasure.
The lower she went the more difficult it became for him to wait. As her cheek brushed his hip to move closer to her goal, he could take no more. Any further along that path and it would be over too soon, and he had other plans.
He pulled her up to his lips and begged, "Not yet." She was going to object, but he whispered in a ragged breath, "Do you trust me Rose?"
He devoured her lips before she could answer. Caressing her every inch, he rolled her beneath him and began. Their tryst only a short while ago had taken the edge off his desire and given him the time he needed to prepare. He put his forehead to hers and said softly "Rose, open the door."
She closed her eyes and opened the doorway in her mind. She had closed it to him to lessen the pain of rejection she felt from him all that time. Now it was completely open. Suddenly her senses were as sharp as his. A hundred times more powerful than normal.
The sounds of their lovemaking, the smell of his body, the exquisite taste of a Time Lord, the tension and friction within her. But, there was more to it than just the searing sensations going on in her anatomy. She could feel, not only her own physical responses, but his as well. As if they were sharing one body. She was distracted for a moment by the strange knowledge of what it is to be physically male. The sensations were so different, though the end result was the same.
They were literally joined, body and soul. His mind and hers were one. As the moment of release came closer, the culmination for them was like nothing she could have ever imagined. They exploded in ecstasy together, becoming beings of light, whose energies were suspended in all time and space. They could see and feel the source of life itself. A feeling of such joy, such indescribable bliss of the soul. Rose wanted it to never end, but it slowly began to fade, and they were once again in the den before the fireplace.
He pulled away from her and the door in her mind closed. They were both out of breath and dazed. She shut her eyes to try to recapture that incredible place, but it was gone. Rose was still trembling from it all when she heard his voice asking her if she was alright.
He was looking down at her grinning. "Alright? You're... asking me... if I'm alright?" Trying to answer him between breaths. "That was incredible!" She looked up at him astonished, remembering his unfamiliar sensations, as well as her own.
"You've been holding out on me! What was that?!" He laughed, "Well you were there, you must know what we just did." She laughed back and reached for a quick kiss before falling back down to the cushion. "It's a good thing you finished that rug, because I need a welcome mat for that door."
Rose's breathing was becoming normal again as she looked into his adoring eyes. "Rose. Are you as incredibly happy as I am?" She smiled and nodded. His hands on her back, pulling her to his chest. She wrapped her arms around his neck, resting her head on his shoulder and sighed. "Yes, husband. More than I ever dreamed." He smiled, "I want you always to be as happy as we are right now."
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