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Chapter 13
Elizabeth's' room
In her waking sleep she heard the voices downstairs, yet could not understand what was being said. It did not matter. Wesley had told her she would come out of her deep sleep slowly at times, and begin to hear the goings on around her before she would fully wake. Had someone walked into the room she would have sensed them immediately.
She walked in slow fluid steps. She knew he was coming. She felt him as he approach her from behind. She felt his hands on her waist as he pulled her against his chest. She resisted the urge to turn around; she seemed to know this was how he wanted her for now. He buried his face in her hair and breathed in her scent, she smelled of vanilla and a hint of bergamot. His hands traveled up the side of her body and around to cup her breasts. He was warm, so very warm.
Her body trembled as he slid one hand inside her bodice and teased her now hard nipple between his fingers. She leaned further back against him. His other hand had moved to her shoulder and lightly up to her neck. Slowly his fingers traced a path to her face, which was followed by light kisses from soft warm lips. She reached her arms back around to his waist and then moved downward and grabbed hold of his very solid buttocks. She pulled him to her.
He moaned against her neck. She turned her head slightly and met his lips with hers. At first the kisses were soft, but they quickly felt the need to devour each other. She moaned into his mouth as she felt his rock hard erection even through the numerous layers of her dress. Her eyes opened and looked into the deep blue depths that were burning a path down to her now fully exposed breast.
In one sudden movement, he turned her around, threw her against the wall tearing open the front of her dress. He clamped his mouth onto her right nipple as she threw her head back and arched into him. With equal fervor he kneaded her other breast with his hand. His mouth moved to the hollow of her neck and he nipped his way down to her other breast. She felt the wetness build inside of her as he reached under her dress with his free hand. He continued the ministrations to her nipple with his mouth as he tore away at her undergarments. He slid his fingers along her outer folds as she clawed at his back, and slowly inserted one finger into the wet chasm that he would soon be exploring with his tongue. She grabbed his hair and pulled him up for a kiss, and stopped. She looked around and heard the sound of frantic knocking on a door.
She woke with a start. Her needless breathing came heavily as she rose to her elbows. She looked around the room and then down at her dress, and sat up. She put one hand to her lips and the other to her chest.
"My God," she whispered and closed her eyes; "I can feel him inside of me". She lay back and curled her body onto the bed. "I can taste him still." She smiled and started to laugh into the pillow. She was either going crazy or, she stopped laughing and sat up again, or this man was real. All these familiar dreams she had been having. All the moments she felt him holding her and touching her had never felt as real as they did today.
La Rosa del Mar ship off the coast of France
Spike awoke to hear loud knocking. Andrew had been trying to wake him up for 10 minutes, and couldn't seem to get him to open the door.
"What the?" He looked around his room and felt a sudden chill come over him.
"Spike! Are you up yet?" Andrew yelled from the other side of the door. Just as he was about to knock again the door flew open.
"Yes! Christ Andrew you could wake the bloody dead with all that knockin'." He turned and started looking around the small cabin for his pants. Spike had no problem with his nudity, and since he and Andrew had been traveling together for so long, and at times had to share the same room Andrew was used to it by now. Andrew walked into the room and sat at the small table next to the porthole. He took some papers from his pocket and unfolded them out in front of him. He ironed out the creases with his hands and started to study the map and the side notes made on the edges.
As Spike was buttoning his shirt there was another knock on his door. They both looked at the door and then at each other.
"Never had this much company on land." Spike said annoyed, and opened the door. An old man handed him a note.
"Sorry to disturb you sir, but this note was brought onboard last night." Spike took the note and read it. He rolled his eyes.
"Why didn't I get this when it arrived?" he said in exasperation and handed the note to Andrew.
"Sorry, we were busy, what with loading the ship with food and then sailin' it." Snapped the old man. Spike slammed the door in his face and was sure he heard it thump against the mans nose. He smiled with satisfaction and walked to the table and sat down next to Andrew.
"Well at least he gave it to us before we got all the way to Spain. This is better. I wasn't looking forward to being on this ship for the next 3 weeks. Besides we have better contacts in France anyway. Plus we should be there by tomorrow and the sooner we start the sooner we can find the girl and then get back to England, and.. "
"And, all right." Spike put his hand up making Andrew stop. "How can you be so awake this early in the morning?" He went back to bed and laid down.
"Because my friend. I didn't drink a bottle and a half of scotch before I went to bed." Andrew said as he gathered his now useless map of Spain and walked out the door.
Spike closed his eyes hoping to fall asleep again and dream of her. He put his hands to his face. They smelled of vanilla.
Chapter 13
Elizabeth's' room
In her waking sleep she heard the voices downstairs, yet could not understand what was being said. It did not matter. Wesley had told her she would come out of her deep sleep slowly at times, and begin to hear the goings on around her before she would fully wake. Had someone walked into the room she would have sensed them immediately.
She walked in slow fluid steps. She knew he was coming. She felt him as he approach her from behind. She felt his hands on her waist as he pulled her against his chest. She resisted the urge to turn around; she seemed to know this was how he wanted her for now. He buried his face in her hair and breathed in her scent, she smelled of vanilla and a hint of bergamot. His hands traveled up the side of her body and around to cup her breasts. He was warm, so very warm.
Her body trembled as he slid one hand inside her bodice and teased her now hard nipple between his fingers. She leaned further back against him. His other hand had moved to her shoulder and lightly up to her neck. Slowly his fingers traced a path to her face, which was followed by light kisses from soft warm lips. She reached her arms back around to his waist and then moved downward and grabbed hold of his very solid buttocks. She pulled him to her.
He moaned against her neck. She turned her head slightly and met his lips with hers. At first the kisses were soft, but they quickly felt the need to devour each other. She moaned into his mouth as she felt his rock hard erection even through the numerous layers of her dress. Her eyes opened and looked into the deep blue depths that were burning a path down to her now fully exposed breast.
In one sudden movement, he turned her around, threw her against the wall tearing open the front of her dress. He clamped his mouth onto her right nipple as she threw her head back and arched into him. With equal fervor he kneaded her other breast with his hand. His mouth moved to the hollow of her neck and he nipped his way down to her other breast. She felt the wetness build inside of her as he reached under her dress with his free hand. He continued the ministrations to her nipple with his mouth as he tore away at her undergarments. He slid his fingers along her outer folds as she clawed at his back, and slowly inserted one finger into the wet chasm that he would soon be exploring with his tongue. She grabbed his hair and pulled him up for a kiss, and stopped. She looked around and heard the sound of frantic knocking on a door.
She woke with a start. Her needless breathing came heavily as she rose to her elbows. She looked around the room and then down at her dress, and sat up. She put one hand to her lips and the other to her chest.
"My God," she whispered and closed her eyes; "I can feel him inside of me". She lay back and curled her body onto the bed. "I can taste him still." She smiled and started to laugh into the pillow. She was either going crazy or, she stopped laughing and sat up again, or this man was real. All these familiar dreams she had been having. All the moments she felt him holding her and touching her had never felt as real as they did today.
La Rosa del Mar ship off the coast of France
Spike awoke to hear loud knocking. Andrew had been trying to wake him up for 10 minutes, and couldn't seem to get him to open the door.
"What the?" He looked around his room and felt a sudden chill come over him.
"Spike! Are you up yet?" Andrew yelled from the other side of the door. Just as he was about to knock again the door flew open.
"Yes! Christ Andrew you could wake the bloody dead with all that knockin'." He turned and started looking around the small cabin for his pants. Spike had no problem with his nudity, and since he and Andrew had been traveling together for so long, and at times had to share the same room Andrew was used to it by now. Andrew walked into the room and sat at the small table next to the porthole. He took some papers from his pocket and unfolded them out in front of him. He ironed out the creases with his hands and started to study the map and the side notes made on the edges.
As Spike was buttoning his shirt there was another knock on his door. They both looked at the door and then at each other.
"Never had this much company on land." Spike said annoyed, and opened the door. An old man handed him a note.
"Sorry to disturb you sir, but this note was brought onboard last night." Spike took the note and read it. He rolled his eyes.
"Why didn't I get this when it arrived?" he said in exasperation and handed the note to Andrew.
"Sorry, we were busy, what with loading the ship with food and then sailin' it." Snapped the old man. Spike slammed the door in his face and was sure he heard it thump against the mans nose. He smiled with satisfaction and walked to the table and sat down next to Andrew.
"Well at least he gave it to us before we got all the way to Spain. This is better. I wasn't looking forward to being on this ship for the next 3 weeks. Besides we have better contacts in France anyway. Plus we should be there by tomorrow and the sooner we start the sooner we can find the girl and then get back to England, and.. "
"And, all right." Spike put his hand up making Andrew stop. "How can you be so awake this early in the morning?" He went back to bed and laid down.
"Because my friend. I didn't drink a bottle and a half of scotch before I went to bed." Andrew said as he gathered his now useless map of Spain and walked out the door.
Spike closed his eyes hoping to fall asleep again and dream of her. He put his hands to his face. They smelled of vanilla.