15.McQueen.
He stood outside the door and took a deep breath. Did he really want to do this, or was it a huge mistake? He thought about how she looked when she laughed. how easily he made her blush. He smiled. Yes, he wanted to do this very much.
He knocked on the door.
Silence. Then he heard, "It's not locked - come in."
He pushed open the door.
"Ahem," he started, feeling a little less sure now he was actually here. "I was wondering if you'd like to come to the Tun with me. for a drink?" he asked.
She simply sat and stared at him. Was she deaf, or was this payback, he wondered.
"The Tun. The Tun Tavern?" he asked again, not sure if she knew what the Tun was. "Would you care to come and have a drink with me?"
"I'm not sure that would be a good idea." she finally said, her face a vivid red. "I mean, I'm not really into taverns. but I guess a drink would be nice."
He smiled. She's blushing again, he thought. She looks real cute when she does that.
"Well, I could go get a bottle of something and bring it back." he offered. "That way we could have a drink, and you wouldn't have to go to the Tun."
She nodded. "That would be nice. Thank you."
"Ok. I'll be right back."
He headed off, taking deep breaths. That hadn't gone too badly, he felt. And at least this way no one would get to see him make a fool of himself if he was wrong and she wasn't interested.
It didn't take him long to get a bottle of wine, and get back to her quarters. He knocked again and she let him in, smiling shyly. *Oh yes, * he thought, *I was right; she's as interested in me as I am in her. Good. *
He put the bottle down on the desk.
"I brought glasses too." he grinned, and turned to pour them both a glass of wine.
Carrying it over to where she sat on the bed, he handed her a glass and sat down. Not too close, but close enough to be able to smell the soap she'd used in the shower. He inhaled deeply; boy did she smell good, he thought.
"What's the matter, do I smell?" she asked eyes wide.
He smiled. "As a matter of fact, you do." At her horrified look, he carried on quickly. "You smell wonderful."
He reached for her face as she turned away, hiding her embarrassment, and turned her head to look at him. "I mean it, and now I'm going to kiss you. Is that ok?"
He looked into her eyes, seeing her agreement, and her desire. Bending his head to hers, he lightly brushed her lips with his. God, but she tasted so good.
Her eyes opened wide as he flicked his tongue between her lips, but she opened her mouth to him, and he slid into the warm depths of her mouth, kissing her hungrily.
God, it had been so long since he'd last been with a woman. It was ridiculous that his desire should be ignited by a simple kiss. Taking her wine from her hand, he put both glasses on the floor before pulling her into his arms, squeezing the breath from her.
For a second she struggled, and he stopped, scared he'd frightened her. that she'd reject him. He was desperate for her to want him as much as he wanted her! Then she relaxed into his arms, and her arms crept around him. Her hands ran up and down his spine, letting loose sensations he hadn't felt in a long while. He gently pushed her back onto the bed so that she was underneath him, and his kisses began to range over her face and down her neck. He could feel her moving underneath him, stroking his back, her hands finding their way under the soft silk shirt he wore, and stroking his bare flesh. The feeling made him shiver, and he knew then that whatever happened afterwards, tonight she was his.
He began very slowly to unbutton her shirt, until her firm breasts encased in her simple cotton bra were exposed. She shivered as he took her nipples into his mouth one at a time, and she ground her hips against him. He knew she could feel his growing erection, and was delighted with her response.
It was his turn to shiver as she started to pull at his shirt, but she wasn't as gentle as he had been. She pulled until the buttons snapped off and flew across the room.
He grinned at her. "Do you have any idea how much that shirt cost me?"
She lay on her back, looking up at him. "Right at this moment I really don't care, but if you want to be able to leave here with your pants in one piece you better get them off now, flyboy."
*Hell! * he thought, *why did I expect her to be all sweet and innocent?" *
"Well, you better get yours off too then." he grinned. "Elf!"
She looked at him. "Elf?"
He stood up, undoing his zipper. "From the first time I saw you I thought you looked like an elf." he laughed, then gasped as she reached for his zipper.
"Let me do that. I'd like to get a real good look at you."
He stood there feeling self conscious as she slowly undid his jeans and slid them down.
"Nice legs." she whispered, gently kissing the inside of his thighs, making him groan with pleasure and anticipation. She worked his pants down to his ankles and pulled him onto the bed so that she could undo his boots, quickly removing both them and his socks, and pulling his jeans completely off, so that he was left wearing only his boxers.
Now it was his turn. He pushed her onto her back, and pulled her socks off, then gently undid her zipper and pulled her jeans down and over her hips. He kissed her stomach as he did so, slipping his hand underneath her to support her bottom. She moaned at the touch of his lips on the soft flesh of her stomach. He smiled and pulled her jeans clear of her body. Now she was clad only in her bra and panties.
He spent a long minute just looking at her. "My god, you're beautiful." he whispered, lying alongside her. She smiled at him and reached around to undo her bra, and then slipped off her panties and climbed under the bed covers.
His breathing was becoming rather fast and shallow. He prayed to whoever was out there to help him last.
"You're not bad yourself." she said with a wicked grin. "Now, are you going to stare at me all night, or are you going to lose those boxers and get in here with me?"
He grinned at her. He didn't need telling twice. He pulled his boxers off and slid under the covers next to her, his hands finding her body and beginning to stroke her. Her hands found him as well, one hand stroking the back of his head, and pulling his head down so that she could kiss his navel.
*Oh god, she's sticking her tongue in it! * he thought. The sensation sent rivers of fire through his blood. *How could she have known just how sensitive my navel is? * he wondered, when his mind cleared. And then she did it again, and his body reacted the only way it knew how. He pulled her to him and began to kiss her passionately while he gently thrust against her body.
"Oh God." she groaned.
He knew just how she felt.
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He stood outside the door and took a deep breath. Did he really want to do this, or was it a huge mistake? He thought about how she looked when she laughed. how easily he made her blush. He smiled. Yes, he wanted to do this very much.
He knocked on the door.
Silence. Then he heard, "It's not locked - come in."
He pushed open the door.
"Ahem," he started, feeling a little less sure now he was actually here. "I was wondering if you'd like to come to the Tun with me. for a drink?" he asked.
She simply sat and stared at him. Was she deaf, or was this payback, he wondered.
"The Tun. The Tun Tavern?" he asked again, not sure if she knew what the Tun was. "Would you care to come and have a drink with me?"
"I'm not sure that would be a good idea." she finally said, her face a vivid red. "I mean, I'm not really into taverns. but I guess a drink would be nice."
He smiled. She's blushing again, he thought. She looks real cute when she does that.
"Well, I could go get a bottle of something and bring it back." he offered. "That way we could have a drink, and you wouldn't have to go to the Tun."
She nodded. "That would be nice. Thank you."
"Ok. I'll be right back."
He headed off, taking deep breaths. That hadn't gone too badly, he felt. And at least this way no one would get to see him make a fool of himself if he was wrong and she wasn't interested.
It didn't take him long to get a bottle of wine, and get back to her quarters. He knocked again and she let him in, smiling shyly. *Oh yes, * he thought, *I was right; she's as interested in me as I am in her. Good. *
He put the bottle down on the desk.
"I brought glasses too." he grinned, and turned to pour them both a glass of wine.
Carrying it over to where she sat on the bed, he handed her a glass and sat down. Not too close, but close enough to be able to smell the soap she'd used in the shower. He inhaled deeply; boy did she smell good, he thought.
"What's the matter, do I smell?" she asked eyes wide.
He smiled. "As a matter of fact, you do." At her horrified look, he carried on quickly. "You smell wonderful."
He reached for her face as she turned away, hiding her embarrassment, and turned her head to look at him. "I mean it, and now I'm going to kiss you. Is that ok?"
He looked into her eyes, seeing her agreement, and her desire. Bending his head to hers, he lightly brushed her lips with his. God, but she tasted so good.
Her eyes opened wide as he flicked his tongue between her lips, but she opened her mouth to him, and he slid into the warm depths of her mouth, kissing her hungrily.
God, it had been so long since he'd last been with a woman. It was ridiculous that his desire should be ignited by a simple kiss. Taking her wine from her hand, he put both glasses on the floor before pulling her into his arms, squeezing the breath from her.
For a second she struggled, and he stopped, scared he'd frightened her. that she'd reject him. He was desperate for her to want him as much as he wanted her! Then she relaxed into his arms, and her arms crept around him. Her hands ran up and down his spine, letting loose sensations he hadn't felt in a long while. He gently pushed her back onto the bed so that she was underneath him, and his kisses began to range over her face and down her neck. He could feel her moving underneath him, stroking his back, her hands finding their way under the soft silk shirt he wore, and stroking his bare flesh. The feeling made him shiver, and he knew then that whatever happened afterwards, tonight she was his.
He began very slowly to unbutton her shirt, until her firm breasts encased in her simple cotton bra were exposed. She shivered as he took her nipples into his mouth one at a time, and she ground her hips against him. He knew she could feel his growing erection, and was delighted with her response.
It was his turn to shiver as she started to pull at his shirt, but she wasn't as gentle as he had been. She pulled until the buttons snapped off and flew across the room.
He grinned at her. "Do you have any idea how much that shirt cost me?"
She lay on her back, looking up at him. "Right at this moment I really don't care, but if you want to be able to leave here with your pants in one piece you better get them off now, flyboy."
*Hell! * he thought, *why did I expect her to be all sweet and innocent?" *
"Well, you better get yours off too then." he grinned. "Elf!"
She looked at him. "Elf?"
He stood up, undoing his zipper. "From the first time I saw you I thought you looked like an elf." he laughed, then gasped as she reached for his zipper.
"Let me do that. I'd like to get a real good look at you."
He stood there feeling self conscious as she slowly undid his jeans and slid them down.
"Nice legs." she whispered, gently kissing the inside of his thighs, making him groan with pleasure and anticipation. She worked his pants down to his ankles and pulled him onto the bed so that she could undo his boots, quickly removing both them and his socks, and pulling his jeans completely off, so that he was left wearing only his boxers.
Now it was his turn. He pushed her onto her back, and pulled her socks off, then gently undid her zipper and pulled her jeans down and over her hips. He kissed her stomach as he did so, slipping his hand underneath her to support her bottom. She moaned at the touch of his lips on the soft flesh of her stomach. He smiled and pulled her jeans clear of her body. Now she was clad only in her bra and panties.
He spent a long minute just looking at her. "My god, you're beautiful." he whispered, lying alongside her. She smiled at him and reached around to undo her bra, and then slipped off her panties and climbed under the bed covers.
His breathing was becoming rather fast and shallow. He prayed to whoever was out there to help him last.
"You're not bad yourself." she said with a wicked grin. "Now, are you going to stare at me all night, or are you going to lose those boxers and get in here with me?"
He grinned at her. He didn't need telling twice. He pulled his boxers off and slid under the covers next to her, his hands finding her body and beginning to stroke her. Her hands found him as well, one hand stroking the back of his head, and pulling his head down so that she could kiss his navel.
*Oh god, she's sticking her tongue in it! * he thought. The sensation sent rivers of fire through his blood. *How could she have known just how sensitive my navel is? * he wondered, when his mind cleared. And then she did it again, and his body reacted the only way it knew how. He pulled her to him and began to kiss her passionately while he gently thrust against her body.
"Oh God." she groaned.
He knew just how she felt.
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