Disclaimers: I'm still playing with 'em... DPB, you can have them back when you decide to be nice to 'em!! So there!
A/N: Thanks for the feedback guys... I feel like I've made some friends or something.. grin Sarah, my roommate, read this and told me I was nasty without being nasty.. LOL.. This one's a little short but, oh well..
Enjoy!
"Through Thick and Thin"
Part Nine
I wake up to the sound of Mac softly snoring next to me... Her mouth is open slightly, her hair is all over the place, and both of us are still naked.
It dawns on me that we are in the back of my SUV, that the meteor shower is over, and that I feel amazingly free..
I remember reading somewhere that honest, open expression of how one feels usually leaves one feeling free... Until tonight, I had never been open and honest about anything I've ever felt, so I can't really attest to how being honest and open usually makes people feel...
I stretch as much as possible and plant a small kiss on her forehead. Her form is outlined by starlight and moonlight. She looks absolutely beautiful, as usual...
I watch my hand make its way from her hips to her shoulder and she shudders. I smile. My touch affects her even when she's sleeping..
"That hand better belong to my favorite Sailor, or someone's about to witness a Marine get ugly..." She says, her voice barely above a sleepy whisper.
"You? Get ugly? Marine, you've got to remember something..." I lean up and whisper into her ear.
"And what's that, Navy?" She asks, her curiosity peaked.
"I've seen you naked... A lot of words can describe that sight, but the word 'ugly' will never be one of them." I tell her, snuggling up close to her and kissing her bare shoulder lightly.
"A lot of words, huh?" She asks, snatching a quick breath that sounds just like a gasp as I lick her shoulder then nibble on it gently with my teeth.
"Mmmhmm, lots of words." I assure her, then continue my work on her shoulder.
"Words like..." She trails off, and so I decide to play along.
"Beautiful.." I say, kissing her shoulder once again.
"And?" She asks, wanting me to go on..
"Sexy.." I mumble into her skin, trailing kisses along her collarbone.
"That's it?" She asks, prodding...
"Hot... tempting... irresistible.. overwhelming.." I say, in between kisses. I smile when I look up and see that her head it thrown back and her eyes are closed..
"Oh, God..." She moans, as my hand slips beneath the thin blanket between us. I trace a line from her thigh to her hips and she opens her eyes. We make eye contact and in her eyes is a fiery longing I have come to know and love...
The expression on her face tells me that we are going to take a journey together once again...
When we are making love, we both end up in a place that's magical... The experience to me can be equated to the feelings felt by all in attendance on Sunday morning at a Pentecostal church...
When I was young, Gram took me to church one Sunday and for the first time in my life, I felt like I was more than a man, like there really was a spirit of some sort inside me.. Something on the inside of me was unsettled, stirred up...
Making love to Mac is just like that.. It's physical on a spiritual level.. Two souls together as one...
"Come away with me..." I whisper, and we crash into each other... and the feelings are deeper, more honest... I am full of a passion I feel only for her..
