Reality Sets In Ch. 11
I disclaim.
" Ah... lift your arms." Chloe unwrapped the gauze, and set it on the table, before coming to stand in fornt of Shawn. " Tell me if this hurts." She tentatively put a hand on his stomach, and began feeling around the area that was a pale purple, and once again took the time to admire Shawn's body. Years of playing basketball had keep him trim, but he obviously went the attract mile and exercised, because she was sure that a six pack like his was not easy to maintain.
" Lanie?"
Chloe heard the question and raised her eyes to meet his browns ones. " Huh?"
" No pain."
A look of confusion crossed her face before she remembered that there was a legitimate reason for her to be feeling Shawn's abs, not that she remembered what it was. " Yeah, Uh I don't think anything's broken, just bruised."
Chloe quickly looked away and began wrapping the gauze around his waist. She was beginning to worry him, first with the way she ran from the room earlier, and now with her avoiding his eyes. "Lanie are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine."
Shawn shook his head and pushed her hand away as finished the wrapping his waist " No something is wrong, or you'd look me in the eyes."
She pushed down all her desire and embarrassment and meet his eyes. " I'm fine."
She was lying; she wasn't fine, he could tell because she had that guarded look in her eyes. It was the look she had in her eyes when he first met her, and just like then he wanted help her. He stepped closer, and brought her into the circle of his arms, and gave a small smile." Come one Lanie, it's me."
She resisted the urge to roll her eyes, it was really disturbing how men just gave her a nickname, and she suddenly wanted to do anything they asked." Uh..."
" Lanie..." Shawn mimicked her voice, trying to get a laugh, but frowned when she didn't, and realizes that she was nervous. Hoping to alleviate the tension in the room he kissed her forehead, and rubbed her shoulders. " Come on Lanie, it's me Shawnie."
That was precisely her problem. It was him her best friend, the only person she let hold her while she cried over Brady, the first person she had ever truly called her friend. " Uh... never mind Shawn, we'll talk about later okay." Leaning on her tiptoes she tried to kiss his cheek goodnight, but missed.
Which is how they ended up in yet another kiss, but this one was different then the others they had shared.
The first time, she remembered had been when she told his parents about the couple she had seen down by the river, it had meant the JT was alive, and it had excited Shawn to the point where he kissed her. It had been awkward to say the least, and Chloe had never really thought of it till this moment.
The second kiss had been just days before at their wedding, and being drunk probably affected the way she saw things, because that kiss had just been okay.
This kiss was intense, but that was really an understatement, because it more then Chloe had the words to describe.
He shouldn't be doing this, that's all he though. Well that's not all he thought, it went more like 'Should I be doing this?' followed closely by 'God her lips are soft.' after that his mind completely shut down.
Chloe step out of the kiss a little dazed and embarrassed until she saw the smile on Shawn's face. Ignoring all the questions and doubts she kissed him again.
Taking the kiss as an invitation he closed any gap between their bodies, and began backing her up the in the direction of the bed. Chloe began to sit down when he pulled her back, not wanting to repeat the problems they had last time.
Even in his urgency to get rid of them Shawn noticed for the first ho great Chloe looked in her bridesmaid gown. He made sure to be gentle as he removed her dress and matching slip, her shoes and hoes, until it was only her in a bra and panties.
The smile on her face as laid down o the bed encouraged him to beat all he past records at undressing, and then knelt beside her. He began to kiss her neck, while his fingers trailed the edges of her bra sliding his hand under to unfasten the garment.
She shivered when he lifted the bra away. With finger he lightly touched the pink crest now revealed, watching it draw into a tight nub, before he let his mouth replace his finger.
" Shawn...." The whimper was one of need and desire, because in just seconds Shawn Brady had been become her equivalent to air.
When he moved over her, she lifted her hips in silent supplication, and the small thoughts he had to stop this vanished. He couldn't deny her any ore then he could deny himself.
He bent her legs and knelt between them, then slowly leaned forward until he was stretched out over her, resting his weight on his forearms. She pulled him down so that she could kiss him, her mouth saying the things her heart had yet to reveal to anyone.
When he found himself surrounded by warmth he made his decision. Ever since their first night together he hadn't been able to sleep without dreaming of her dark hair falling on his shoulders, the little noise she makes when she excited, he wanted it all.
That was his last coherent thought before the pleasure clouded his brain and he lost all ability to think.
I disclaim.
" Ah... lift your arms." Chloe unwrapped the gauze, and set it on the table, before coming to stand in fornt of Shawn. " Tell me if this hurts." She tentatively put a hand on his stomach, and began feeling around the area that was a pale purple, and once again took the time to admire Shawn's body. Years of playing basketball had keep him trim, but he obviously went the attract mile and exercised, because she was sure that a six pack like his was not easy to maintain.
" Lanie?"
Chloe heard the question and raised her eyes to meet his browns ones. " Huh?"
" No pain."
A look of confusion crossed her face before she remembered that there was a legitimate reason for her to be feeling Shawn's abs, not that she remembered what it was. " Yeah, Uh I don't think anything's broken, just bruised."
Chloe quickly looked away and began wrapping the gauze around his waist. She was beginning to worry him, first with the way she ran from the room earlier, and now with her avoiding his eyes. "Lanie are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine."
Shawn shook his head and pushed her hand away as finished the wrapping his waist " No something is wrong, or you'd look me in the eyes."
She pushed down all her desire and embarrassment and meet his eyes. " I'm fine."
She was lying; she wasn't fine, he could tell because she had that guarded look in her eyes. It was the look she had in her eyes when he first met her, and just like then he wanted help her. He stepped closer, and brought her into the circle of his arms, and gave a small smile." Come one Lanie, it's me."
She resisted the urge to roll her eyes, it was really disturbing how men just gave her a nickname, and she suddenly wanted to do anything they asked." Uh..."
" Lanie..." Shawn mimicked her voice, trying to get a laugh, but frowned when she didn't, and realizes that she was nervous. Hoping to alleviate the tension in the room he kissed her forehead, and rubbed her shoulders. " Come on Lanie, it's me Shawnie."
That was precisely her problem. It was him her best friend, the only person she let hold her while she cried over Brady, the first person she had ever truly called her friend. " Uh... never mind Shawn, we'll talk about later okay." Leaning on her tiptoes she tried to kiss his cheek goodnight, but missed.
Which is how they ended up in yet another kiss, but this one was different then the others they had shared.
The first time, she remembered had been when she told his parents about the couple she had seen down by the river, it had meant the JT was alive, and it had excited Shawn to the point where he kissed her. It had been awkward to say the least, and Chloe had never really thought of it till this moment.
The second kiss had been just days before at their wedding, and being drunk probably affected the way she saw things, because that kiss had just been okay.
This kiss was intense, but that was really an understatement, because it more then Chloe had the words to describe.
He shouldn't be doing this, that's all he though. Well that's not all he thought, it went more like 'Should I be doing this?' followed closely by 'God her lips are soft.' after that his mind completely shut down.
Chloe step out of the kiss a little dazed and embarrassed until she saw the smile on Shawn's face. Ignoring all the questions and doubts she kissed him again.
Taking the kiss as an invitation he closed any gap between their bodies, and began backing her up the in the direction of the bed. Chloe began to sit down when he pulled her back, not wanting to repeat the problems they had last time.
Even in his urgency to get rid of them Shawn noticed for the first ho great Chloe looked in her bridesmaid gown. He made sure to be gentle as he removed her dress and matching slip, her shoes and hoes, until it was only her in a bra and panties.
The smile on her face as laid down o the bed encouraged him to beat all he past records at undressing, and then knelt beside her. He began to kiss her neck, while his fingers trailed the edges of her bra sliding his hand under to unfasten the garment.
She shivered when he lifted the bra away. With finger he lightly touched the pink crest now revealed, watching it draw into a tight nub, before he let his mouth replace his finger.
" Shawn...." The whimper was one of need and desire, because in just seconds Shawn Brady had been become her equivalent to air.
When he moved over her, she lifted her hips in silent supplication, and the small thoughts he had to stop this vanished. He couldn't deny her any ore then he could deny himself.
He bent her legs and knelt between them, then slowly leaned forward until he was stretched out over her, resting his weight on his forearms. She pulled him down so that she could kiss him, her mouth saying the things her heart had yet to reveal to anyone.
When he found himself surrounded by warmth he made his decision. Ever since their first night together he hadn't been able to sleep without dreaming of her dark hair falling on his shoulders, the little noise she makes when she excited, he wanted it all.
That was his last coherent thought before the pleasure clouded his brain and he lost all ability to think.