Something About Vegas
Disclaimer: These characters are owned by creators, producers, etc., not me. I claim no connection to the places they visit. I also cannot claim this as an original idea, just my spin on an old tale.
Arousal
A warm weight lying on his chest shifted, rousing him to consciousness at the same time he became aware of a loud buzzing sound by his ear. Tim struggled to make sense of both in his fogged up brain, but he was having difficulty stringing coherent thoughts together. There was a pleasant sensation of silky hair tickling his chest and a dull throbbing behind his eyes. 'Pleasure and pain, what a way to wake up,' he thought to himself, understanding none of it.
He winced from the discomfort in his head, then reached blindly with his free hand in the general direction of the persistent noise before it drove him crazy and made what was certain to be a colossal headache even worse. His hand came upon what he thought to be an alarm clock, on the night stand by the side of the bed and he fumbled with it while trying to open his eyes, but a blinding light coming in through the window, indicating the arrival of daytime, made that task even more difficult. He somehow managed to stop the annoying racket of the alarm, while inadvertently knocking it to the floor with a crash and keep his eyes closed at the same time. Satisfied with the result, he leaned back into his pillow hoping for more sleep, only to notice once again, the weight atop him that his other arm was draped across.
The fog, the throbbing, the difficulty opening his eyes, all indicated a night with little sleep and probably a lot of alcohol, of that he was fairly certain. On the other hand, the warm weight atop him with the silky hair indicated he wasn't alone and that was a bit of a surprise.He struggled to clear his head and remember the night past, but his brain still wasn't cooperating. His hand, meanwhile, had it's own agenda and began stroking the impossibly soft skin belonging to the body resting next to his.
There was more squirming on his chest, then moist, lush lips made their way onto his neck, while feather light fingertips traveled down his chest, tantalizing him, arousing him and making him forget all about the dull pain in his head and aware only of how good the touch felt on his now heated skin. The sensations were enough to send him over the edge while he was still struggling to regain rational thought. He must be dreaming, there was no other explanation for what he was experiencing.
He breathed in an intoxicating scent, one which was inexplicably embedded in his consciousness and there was no mistaking it, it could only be Calleigh. The warm body, gentle lips, tantalizing caresses, impossibly soft skin, silky hair and a scent he'd never forget, this all added up to Calleigh, she was the cause of all this stimulation.
Now he knew this had to be a dream, albeit one that had him in heaven and he hoped he'd never awaken from it, because if this wasn't a dream, then there was going to be hell to pay and he didn't look forward to that.
She moved on top of him, captured his lips in a fervent kiss he responded to just as ardently. Hell, this was no dream, he was certain of that, no dream ever felt this good. He soon found himself yearning for oxygen, but held off as long as he could, not wanting to risk having her lips leave his, for fear he'd never again get them back. Her hands continued their ministrations on his body leaving him very awake and very, very aroused.
He gently flipped her onto her back, his lips now creating a path down her cheek, across her chin and into her neck, kissing, tasting, savoring her, while his hands traveled to her sumptuous breasts, causing her to moan softly. That sound brought him back to reality. They were very close to crossing some boundary here, although the simple fact that they were naked in bed together, not to mention the way his hands knew the planes and curves of her body so well and the way her body responded to his touch and his to hers, all told him they'd crossed this line before and if his foggy memory was correct, they'd crossed it several times.
Bringing his mouth away from her neck and placing it on her lips, he kissed her lightly, then pulled away. He brought his hand to her cheek, lightly stroking it. This wasn't last night, this was today and he had to know, did she really want to do this? Was she even sober? He knew he was, but he couldn't quite remember all the details of last night which had led them to their current situation and there wasn't enough blood in his brain right now to search for them. He only knew he wanted her right now more than he'd ever wanted another woman, which in itself was a rather overwhelming thought and he'd have to think about that later, but at this moment, what was most important, was determining if she knew it was him she was in bed with. He had to know before this went any further.
'Calleigh," he whispered, just loud enough for her to hear, as he gently caressed her cheek.
Her eyes fluttered open at the sound of his voice and he watched them widen. Was she surprised to see him? She just stared, her expression unreadable.
'Shit', his brain screamed, 'this can't be good.'
tbc
