CHAPTER X
Stiles has a splitting headache. Probably from lack of sleep and too much beer. So he went up to his room, took a couple of painkillers and tried to rest. It must have escaped his mind that mixing alcohol and certain medicines is not a very wise things to do. In a matter of minutes he was knocked out as light. He didn't even get a chance to put on a pajamas or a shirt. In just his boxers Stiles had the most restful night's sleep since he got here on the island.
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Terri arrived at the Borocay Beach Club around midnight. She immediately went up to Room 201. Making sure that the coast was clear she took out some tools and jimmied the locks on the door. Opening the door as quietly as possible she first listened intently for any signs of activity inside the room. Having heard none, she entered the very dark room. She closed the door behind her and stopped for a moment to let her eyes adjust to the darkness so that she could see better.
She saw Stiles sleeping peacefully on the bed. She moved closer and sat the edge of the bed. She can't help but smile. It was so great to see him again. He was really a sight for sore eyes. If she thought that hearing Stiles' voice was a breath of fresh air, seeing Stiles was like a ray of sunshine after a dark, terrible storm. She must have sat there for 30 minutes just looking at Stiles. Memorizing all his features, recalling the feel of his lips on her face. Against her better judgment, she went even closer, touched his face gently like a blind woman trying to study someone's face and ever so slowly, pressed her lips to his lips. Stiles stirred but did not wake up. She moved back a little to see if he will open his eyes. When he didn't, she kissed him lightly again - on his forehead, on his cheeks, on his nose and finally on his mouth. She was about to stop when she felt his mouth respond.
At first it was a slow, tentative kiss then the rhythm became faster as if exploring until she felt his arms around her pulling her down on the bed for a kiss that was more urgent, more hungry and more demanding. All the while Stiles' eyes were still closed. Terri had no choice but to go down on the bed with him, pressed tightly to his chest. She couldn't talk or stop him for he will surely wake up. And more importantly, she did not have the strength to put out the overwhelming desire she has for Stiles burning inside of her. He continued kissing her - hard, passionate and possessive.
Terri's bones seemed to dissolve into warm liquid, as the heat between them grew hotter and hotter. Stiles was the only man who'd ever made her feel this way. Consumed by a burning desire, she longed for him to take her. Here and now. She'll deal with the consequences of her actions later. When she trembled, he tightened his hold on her and kissed her with such thoroughness it took her breath away. They made wild, passionate love to each other, unleashing all the pent up emotions that they both kept bottled up inside of them. Fully satiated, with Stiles' arms wrapped around her, she told Stiles she loved him very much and fell asleep.
A couple of hours later when Terri was certain that Stiles was still sound asleep; she removed the blanket and slid out of the bed. She picked up her discarded clothes and went inside the bathroom to fix herself. With one last look and one last kiss on the lips she closed the door behind her and left the resort. She did not see it but one of her earrings fell off and rolled under the bedside table.
Stiles has a splitting headache. Probably from lack of sleep and too much beer. So he went up to his room, took a couple of painkillers and tried to rest. It must have escaped his mind that mixing alcohol and certain medicines is not a very wise things to do. In a matter of minutes he was knocked out as light. He didn't even get a chance to put on a pajamas or a shirt. In just his boxers Stiles had the most restful night's sleep since he got here on the island.
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Terri arrived at the Borocay Beach Club around midnight. She immediately went up to Room 201. Making sure that the coast was clear she took out some tools and jimmied the locks on the door. Opening the door as quietly as possible she first listened intently for any signs of activity inside the room. Having heard none, she entered the very dark room. She closed the door behind her and stopped for a moment to let her eyes adjust to the darkness so that she could see better.
She saw Stiles sleeping peacefully on the bed. She moved closer and sat the edge of the bed. She can't help but smile. It was so great to see him again. He was really a sight for sore eyes. If she thought that hearing Stiles' voice was a breath of fresh air, seeing Stiles was like a ray of sunshine after a dark, terrible storm. She must have sat there for 30 minutes just looking at Stiles. Memorizing all his features, recalling the feel of his lips on her face. Against her better judgment, she went even closer, touched his face gently like a blind woman trying to study someone's face and ever so slowly, pressed her lips to his lips. Stiles stirred but did not wake up. She moved back a little to see if he will open his eyes. When he didn't, she kissed him lightly again - on his forehead, on his cheeks, on his nose and finally on his mouth. She was about to stop when she felt his mouth respond.
At first it was a slow, tentative kiss then the rhythm became faster as if exploring until she felt his arms around her pulling her down on the bed for a kiss that was more urgent, more hungry and more demanding. All the while Stiles' eyes were still closed. Terri had no choice but to go down on the bed with him, pressed tightly to his chest. She couldn't talk or stop him for he will surely wake up. And more importantly, she did not have the strength to put out the overwhelming desire she has for Stiles burning inside of her. He continued kissing her - hard, passionate and possessive.
Terri's bones seemed to dissolve into warm liquid, as the heat between them grew hotter and hotter. Stiles was the only man who'd ever made her feel this way. Consumed by a burning desire, she longed for him to take her. Here and now. She'll deal with the consequences of her actions later. When she trembled, he tightened his hold on her and kissed her with such thoroughness it took her breath away. They made wild, passionate love to each other, unleashing all the pent up emotions that they both kept bottled up inside of them. Fully satiated, with Stiles' arms wrapped around her, she told Stiles she loved him very much and fell asleep.
A couple of hours later when Terri was certain that Stiles was still sound asleep; she removed the blanket and slid out of the bed. She picked up her discarded clothes and went inside the bathroom to fix herself. With one last look and one last kiss on the lips she closed the door behind her and left the resort. She did not see it but one of her earrings fell off and rolled under the bedside table.