Disclaimer: Ok, people you know the drill by now. But if you're that bored
and would rather read the disclaimer versus the story, then read Chapter 1.
If you haven't read the previous chapters and thought for some reason that
it would be fun to start in the middle of a story, it would be a good thing
to read the first 6 chapters before reading this one.
Author's note: Hey, I just want to say thanks for the reviews! They're great and they're great motivators. So, keep reviewing and tell me whether you love it, hate it whatever you want to say! You can also email me with your thoughts and personal reviews at: lnf12@aol.com. And don't worry; the real drama is just around the corner! So keep on reading!
P.S. ~ Parts of this story may seem out of character, I know. I did it on purpose. I wanted something fun, playful and up-lifting, so please don't be mad!!
Author's note #2: And just another add-on, I'm working on getting these stories up faster. Remember, patience is a virtue! (At least I think it still is.is it??)
Living Their Dream
Chapter 7
The water quietly lapped at the edge of the riverbank. Birds from the nearby trees were chirping their songs in the distance. The sun had already risen and set itself in the crystal clear sky for the day ahead. The world there on that river's shore was, in a word, perfect.
The house nearby looked picturesque and serene. The two-story colonial- style structure perfectly fit within its settings, even Landon's car seemed it complete the picture, sitting off to the side of the house. Everything seemed to be in place.
Inside, it was all quiet and still. In the bedroom, the sun shone in through the windows on the two newlyweds, who lay entangled in each other's arms. Both seemed in content, with the faint traces of smiles that graced both their lips proving to be sufficient evidence.
Landon was the first to wake up. He could feel the warmth of the sun on his skin. His eyes fluttered open while they adjusted to the bright sunlight. * Damn sunlight. Why does it have to shine so bright so early in the morning? *
He flung his arm over his eyes as he muttered under his breath. But soon all thought about the sun and everything else escaped his mind as he brought down his arm back where it had laid...on the warm, smooth skin of Jamie's back.
Luckily, before he had a chance to panic, all of last night began rushing back to him. He couldn't help but smile. It had to have been the most intimate, passionate and perfect moment of his life.
When he and Belinda had "fooled around", it seemed like a game, something to play around with. There was no emotion to it, no heart behind the action. Maybe that's why Landon was the one that usually put it to a stop before it got any farther. And he couldn't be happier for that.
But being with Jamie, making love with Jamie, like he had last night, brought a whole new meaning to the word sex. * God, sex sounds so dirty; last night was sweet and powerful and enchanting. It was love, pure and simple. *
Tearing himself away from his thoughts for a moment, he looked down at his wife. * Man, I still can't believe she married me. I'm her husband and she's my wife, my life. *
Jamie looked absolutely angelic in her sleep. Her lips held a faint smile, as only to give the slightest clue as to the deep thoughts locked in her mind. The dark tresses of her hair tumbled down her back like a waterfall. She was so warm against his body, so soft.
One arm gently rested across Landon's chest. Her face held no stress or worry; it was a paragon of peace. A strand had fallen over her face during the course of the night, so he brushed it away as lightly as he could. He placed a tender kiss atop her head and just leaned back against the pillows, hugging Jamie closer to him. It was then that he noticed something on her shoulder. Partially obscured by her hair, he swept it aside to find himself smiling at what he found.
There, on her left shoulder, sure enough, was the butterfly he had placed there on their first date. Granted, the edges had been worn with water and with time, but there it was, still there in most of its original form. * God, I can't believe it's still there. I guess some things don't disappear easily with time. * Taking a deep breath, he brushed his thumb over the tattoo and began to lazily look around at the room.
The room may have been a romantic haven for Jamie and Landon the night before, but today, in the morning light, it was one hell of a mess. Most of the candles burnt out during the course of the night, and strangely enough, Landon noticed one or two still burning on. The rose petals were still scattered all over the room, as well as bits and pieces of their clothing strewn around on the floor nearby the bed.
* I'll go make Jamie some breakfast. * Landon thought. He didn't want to awake his sleeping beauty, so as gently as possible, he lifted himself slowly from her embrace, bringing her back softly against the pillows. She began to stir for just a moment, but just snuggled closer to the pillows.
He grabbed his boxers as well as his pants off of the floor, putting them on and heading downstairs to see what he could whip up for Jamie.
After a quick look through the groceries they had brought over yesterday, Landon began making breakfast. Now whatever had possessed him into thinking that he could make a meal without requiring the assistance of the Beaufort Fire Department, he had no clue, since as long as he could remember, it had never been denied that cooking wasn't one of his strong points. * Maybe this time, * he pondered, * I won't leave scorch marks in the kitchen. *
After everything was set and perfect on the tray, he picked it up and walked back up towards the bedroom. When he walked in, he sat down the tray on a nearby chair and just looked at her. * My God, she's never looked so amazing before. *
Jamie was still fast asleep, so it appeared. She was laying face down on the bed, holding onto the pillow. The sheet had been shoved and moved down from its original location, now resting on the curve of her hips, exposing the rest of her velvety, cream-colored back.
With her hair all rumpled from sleep and floating around her, her face facing him with her rosy lips still curved into that smile of hers, she looked so incredibly sexy, and had done absolutely nothing to attain that look.
He walked up to her side of the bed and sat down on the edge. He placed his hands on the small of her back, and slowly glided his fingers up and down her spine. Almost immediately, she twitched a little in her sleep.
Continuing his journey up her back, Landon could feel her skin shudder underneath his fingertips. He could hear her wake up by the change in her breathing. He leaned in, close to her ear. "Don't move just yet. Trust me."
"Ok"
* Ummm..this has to be the most wonderful way to wake up in the morning. * Jamie thought as she felt Landon's fingers dance up her spine. The feeling was so divine; she never wanted it to end.
She could feel his hand circle around the corner of her left shoulder, where that butterfly refused to move from. His fingers left for a moment, only to be replaced by his warm lips, kissing the fading butterfly.
He then slowly brushed her hair away from the nape of her neck and his lips continued up along the edge of her shoulder until he reached the spot that connected her neck to her shoulder.
Jamie slowly turned over to look into her husband's penetrating eyes. * He has such amazing eyes. * She tilted her head up a little to meet his and found herself in the middle of a sweet, loving, fervent kiss that just took her breath away.
Once they broke their kiss, they leaned on each other's forehead, looking into each other's eyes. Landon smiled. " Good morning, Mrs. Carter, I do believe?"
Jamie grinned back at the comment. "Yeah, that's me. Good morning to you too, Mr. Carter."
"I like the sound of that."
"Me too."
He caressed her face, brushing his fingers up and her jaw line. "Are you alright?" He asked, worriedly.
And with good reason. After they had made love, Jamie had been panting really hard, struggling for breath for a couple of minutes. As he drifted off to sleep, he couldn't help but wonder if it hadn't been too much for her.
Jamie knew what he was talking about. She took a deep breath. "Yes, couldn't be better." She forced him to look her in the eye. "Really."
Landon leaned in to capture her lips in a quick kiss. "Ok. Wait here, I got a surprise for you." He got up off the bed and walked over to the door.
"Another one? Gosh, I can't imagine what it could be!" It was then that she noticed that she was bare from the waist up. She sat up, grabbing the sheet and pulling it up to her chest. Granted, this was Landon, her husband, but she still had some getting used to all this.
"Breakfast is served." Landon placed a tray in front of her, with fruit, toast smothered in jam, and a glass of orange juice. Landon walked around the bed and sat down next to her. Jamie looked over at him. "Landon, you didn't have to do this."
Landon smiled and shook his head. "Ehh...don't give me that much credit just yet. You may not know this yet, but I'm no master of the kitchen. These happened to be things I could make without creating some catastrophic disaster downstairs."
Jamie leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. "Landon, don't worry. I don't love you for your culinary skills; I love you for you, because you bought me a star, you built me a telescope, because you loved me and didn't care."
She plucked a grape from the bowl and held it in front of him. "Here, I can't eat all this by myself. Help me eat it." Landon grasped her wrist firmly, but still gently, guided her hand to his mouth and captured the grape between his lips. "Ummm, all right. If you insist."
Jamie felt goose bumps all over every inch of her body.
So they both spent the morning in bed, feeding each other bits of fruit and toast, and sharing the glass of orange juice. Once they were done, Landon put the tray aside and pulled Jamie close to him. "So what shall we do now?"
Jamie lifted her head up from its resting place on his chest. " Well, one thing's for sure, we can't stay here in bed all day!"
Landon looked down back at her. "Oh really? I think it's a great idea! Besides, who could be contesting to such a marvelous plan!"
"Landon, we have plenty of time to lay in bed together, but I for one, am in desperate need of a shower."
Landon dramatically threw his arms up in the air. "Oh, all right. I guess I'll go and take this tray on downstairs." He got up from the bed and started walking out, with tray in hand when Jamie called out to him. "And just where do you think you're going?"
Landon turned to see Jamie, wrapped up in the bed sheet, standing near the bathroom doorway. "What are you talking about?"
Jamie cocked her head slightly. "Well, aren't you going to join me?"
Landon's eyes widened, his eyebrows arched their highest and he could only keep from letting his jaw drop at that statement. "Are you sure?"
Jamie bit her lip and looking back at him with the most mischievous spark he had ever seen in her eyes, said, " Well, I guess there's only one way to find out." With that, she popped her foot back and strolled on into the bathroom.
Landon stood there for a moment, thinking. * God, I don't know what brought out the wild side of Jamie, but there's no arguing from this man!" He put the tray down and walked into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.
So??? Talk to me people; I said it once and I'll say it again: I write for the people, so let me know: too much talking, not enough talking, not enough action...Let me know!
Author's note: Hey, I just want to say thanks for the reviews! They're great and they're great motivators. So, keep reviewing and tell me whether you love it, hate it whatever you want to say! You can also email me with your thoughts and personal reviews at: lnf12@aol.com. And don't worry; the real drama is just around the corner! So keep on reading!
P.S. ~ Parts of this story may seem out of character, I know. I did it on purpose. I wanted something fun, playful and up-lifting, so please don't be mad!!
Author's note #2: And just another add-on, I'm working on getting these stories up faster. Remember, patience is a virtue! (At least I think it still is.is it??)
Living Their Dream
Chapter 7
The water quietly lapped at the edge of the riverbank. Birds from the nearby trees were chirping their songs in the distance. The sun had already risen and set itself in the crystal clear sky for the day ahead. The world there on that river's shore was, in a word, perfect.
The house nearby looked picturesque and serene. The two-story colonial- style structure perfectly fit within its settings, even Landon's car seemed it complete the picture, sitting off to the side of the house. Everything seemed to be in place.
Inside, it was all quiet and still. In the bedroom, the sun shone in through the windows on the two newlyweds, who lay entangled in each other's arms. Both seemed in content, with the faint traces of smiles that graced both their lips proving to be sufficient evidence.
Landon was the first to wake up. He could feel the warmth of the sun on his skin. His eyes fluttered open while they adjusted to the bright sunlight. * Damn sunlight. Why does it have to shine so bright so early in the morning? *
He flung his arm over his eyes as he muttered under his breath. But soon all thought about the sun and everything else escaped his mind as he brought down his arm back where it had laid...on the warm, smooth skin of Jamie's back.
Luckily, before he had a chance to panic, all of last night began rushing back to him. He couldn't help but smile. It had to have been the most intimate, passionate and perfect moment of his life.
When he and Belinda had "fooled around", it seemed like a game, something to play around with. There was no emotion to it, no heart behind the action. Maybe that's why Landon was the one that usually put it to a stop before it got any farther. And he couldn't be happier for that.
But being with Jamie, making love with Jamie, like he had last night, brought a whole new meaning to the word sex. * God, sex sounds so dirty; last night was sweet and powerful and enchanting. It was love, pure and simple. *
Tearing himself away from his thoughts for a moment, he looked down at his wife. * Man, I still can't believe she married me. I'm her husband and she's my wife, my life. *
Jamie looked absolutely angelic in her sleep. Her lips held a faint smile, as only to give the slightest clue as to the deep thoughts locked in her mind. The dark tresses of her hair tumbled down her back like a waterfall. She was so warm against his body, so soft.
One arm gently rested across Landon's chest. Her face held no stress or worry; it was a paragon of peace. A strand had fallen over her face during the course of the night, so he brushed it away as lightly as he could. He placed a tender kiss atop her head and just leaned back against the pillows, hugging Jamie closer to him. It was then that he noticed something on her shoulder. Partially obscured by her hair, he swept it aside to find himself smiling at what he found.
There, on her left shoulder, sure enough, was the butterfly he had placed there on their first date. Granted, the edges had been worn with water and with time, but there it was, still there in most of its original form. * God, I can't believe it's still there. I guess some things don't disappear easily with time. * Taking a deep breath, he brushed his thumb over the tattoo and began to lazily look around at the room.
The room may have been a romantic haven for Jamie and Landon the night before, but today, in the morning light, it was one hell of a mess. Most of the candles burnt out during the course of the night, and strangely enough, Landon noticed one or two still burning on. The rose petals were still scattered all over the room, as well as bits and pieces of their clothing strewn around on the floor nearby the bed.
* I'll go make Jamie some breakfast. * Landon thought. He didn't want to awake his sleeping beauty, so as gently as possible, he lifted himself slowly from her embrace, bringing her back softly against the pillows. She began to stir for just a moment, but just snuggled closer to the pillows.
He grabbed his boxers as well as his pants off of the floor, putting them on and heading downstairs to see what he could whip up for Jamie.
After a quick look through the groceries they had brought over yesterday, Landon began making breakfast. Now whatever had possessed him into thinking that he could make a meal without requiring the assistance of the Beaufort Fire Department, he had no clue, since as long as he could remember, it had never been denied that cooking wasn't one of his strong points. * Maybe this time, * he pondered, * I won't leave scorch marks in the kitchen. *
After everything was set and perfect on the tray, he picked it up and walked back up towards the bedroom. When he walked in, he sat down the tray on a nearby chair and just looked at her. * My God, she's never looked so amazing before. *
Jamie was still fast asleep, so it appeared. She was laying face down on the bed, holding onto the pillow. The sheet had been shoved and moved down from its original location, now resting on the curve of her hips, exposing the rest of her velvety, cream-colored back.
With her hair all rumpled from sleep and floating around her, her face facing him with her rosy lips still curved into that smile of hers, she looked so incredibly sexy, and had done absolutely nothing to attain that look.
He walked up to her side of the bed and sat down on the edge. He placed his hands on the small of her back, and slowly glided his fingers up and down her spine. Almost immediately, she twitched a little in her sleep.
Continuing his journey up her back, Landon could feel her skin shudder underneath his fingertips. He could hear her wake up by the change in her breathing. He leaned in, close to her ear. "Don't move just yet. Trust me."
"Ok"
* Ummm..this has to be the most wonderful way to wake up in the morning. * Jamie thought as she felt Landon's fingers dance up her spine. The feeling was so divine; she never wanted it to end.
She could feel his hand circle around the corner of her left shoulder, where that butterfly refused to move from. His fingers left for a moment, only to be replaced by his warm lips, kissing the fading butterfly.
He then slowly brushed her hair away from the nape of her neck and his lips continued up along the edge of her shoulder until he reached the spot that connected her neck to her shoulder.
Jamie slowly turned over to look into her husband's penetrating eyes. * He has such amazing eyes. * She tilted her head up a little to meet his and found herself in the middle of a sweet, loving, fervent kiss that just took her breath away.
Once they broke their kiss, they leaned on each other's forehead, looking into each other's eyes. Landon smiled. " Good morning, Mrs. Carter, I do believe?"
Jamie grinned back at the comment. "Yeah, that's me. Good morning to you too, Mr. Carter."
"I like the sound of that."
"Me too."
He caressed her face, brushing his fingers up and her jaw line. "Are you alright?" He asked, worriedly.
And with good reason. After they had made love, Jamie had been panting really hard, struggling for breath for a couple of minutes. As he drifted off to sleep, he couldn't help but wonder if it hadn't been too much for her.
Jamie knew what he was talking about. She took a deep breath. "Yes, couldn't be better." She forced him to look her in the eye. "Really."
Landon leaned in to capture her lips in a quick kiss. "Ok. Wait here, I got a surprise for you." He got up off the bed and walked over to the door.
"Another one? Gosh, I can't imagine what it could be!" It was then that she noticed that she was bare from the waist up. She sat up, grabbing the sheet and pulling it up to her chest. Granted, this was Landon, her husband, but she still had some getting used to all this.
"Breakfast is served." Landon placed a tray in front of her, with fruit, toast smothered in jam, and a glass of orange juice. Landon walked around the bed and sat down next to her. Jamie looked over at him. "Landon, you didn't have to do this."
Landon smiled and shook his head. "Ehh...don't give me that much credit just yet. You may not know this yet, but I'm no master of the kitchen. These happened to be things I could make without creating some catastrophic disaster downstairs."
Jamie leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. "Landon, don't worry. I don't love you for your culinary skills; I love you for you, because you bought me a star, you built me a telescope, because you loved me and didn't care."
She plucked a grape from the bowl and held it in front of him. "Here, I can't eat all this by myself. Help me eat it." Landon grasped her wrist firmly, but still gently, guided her hand to his mouth and captured the grape between his lips. "Ummm, all right. If you insist."
Jamie felt goose bumps all over every inch of her body.
So they both spent the morning in bed, feeding each other bits of fruit and toast, and sharing the glass of orange juice. Once they were done, Landon put the tray aside and pulled Jamie close to him. "So what shall we do now?"
Jamie lifted her head up from its resting place on his chest. " Well, one thing's for sure, we can't stay here in bed all day!"
Landon looked down back at her. "Oh really? I think it's a great idea! Besides, who could be contesting to such a marvelous plan!"
"Landon, we have plenty of time to lay in bed together, but I for one, am in desperate need of a shower."
Landon dramatically threw his arms up in the air. "Oh, all right. I guess I'll go and take this tray on downstairs." He got up from the bed and started walking out, with tray in hand when Jamie called out to him. "And just where do you think you're going?"
Landon turned to see Jamie, wrapped up in the bed sheet, standing near the bathroom doorway. "What are you talking about?"
Jamie cocked her head slightly. "Well, aren't you going to join me?"
Landon's eyes widened, his eyebrows arched their highest and he could only keep from letting his jaw drop at that statement. "Are you sure?"
Jamie bit her lip and looking back at him with the most mischievous spark he had ever seen in her eyes, said, " Well, I guess there's only one way to find out." With that, she popped her foot back and strolled on into the bathroom.
Landon stood there for a moment, thinking. * God, I don't know what brought out the wild side of Jamie, but there's no arguing from this man!" He put the tray down and walked into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.
So??? Talk to me people; I said it once and I'll say it again: I write for the people, so let me know: too much talking, not enough talking, not enough action...Let me know!