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A Free Spirited Romp
Chapter 3: Pick me up at 7:00
V stood in the shower washing away the smell of sex and the scent of Evey. As he stood, he watched the water run down the drain, debating Evey's plans for the evening. Dinner. Dinner he could handle. He would whip her up a meal meant for the Gods, it would be pure ambrosia. The movie he was all in favor for, in fact he had already laid out several he thought she would enjoy. If truth was to be told, he rather missed watching movies with Evey, especially when she would sit close and allow him to hold her. 'The problem,' thought V 'was the last aspect of the evening.' She wanted him to shag her senseless.
Shagging! Evey! Shagging Evey! V reached for the cold tap, turning it higher.
It was not he minded shagging Evey. On the contrary, he loved shagging Evey and if she wanted him to shag her senseless then senseless was exactly what she would get. He was happy to oblige. But…and that was the optimal word but…but how should he go about initiating the entire process? After all, was this not their first real date?
He wanted to make the evening special and memorable for her. He wanted to show her what true romance could actually be, but…and blasted here was that word again, nagging at him…but... she had told him she was planning the evening. All he need do was to dress causally and pick her up at seven.
Dress causally…what did that mean?
Did she not appreciate the way he dressed? Certainly she did. After all, how many times had he caught her watching him, admiring his body? How many times had he purposely worn a silk shirt in the evenings just for her?
V grinned. Silk. It got her every time. All he had to do was put in a movie, douse a little cologne here and there, don a silk shirt and she was all over him. He couldn't even remember the last time they had watched a movie completely through. The movie would begin and by the end of opening credits Evey's hands would be slowly caressing the shirt, feeling the hardness of his muscular body beneath. In no time she would move a hand to his inner thigh, stroking it slowly, driving him wild with desire. Once she was convinced he was getting aroused, those neat little hands of hers would find their way into his trousers, stroking him till he gave in and gave her what she wanted.
Reaching for the tap, he completely shut off the warm water, increasing the cold to full blast. He also made a mental note to wear silk. But…damn it, there was that word again! BUT… what about the rest of the evening? Should he wait till she said she was ready for shagging or would she be waiting for him to take the lead? She obviously wanted some romance, but was announcing she expected him to shag her senseless really romance?
Should he purchase condoms?
They had never used condoms before, but then again they had never actually planned their love making before either. Usually, it just happened. One moment Evey would be waltzing into the kitchen in a tank top and sweat pants, looking oh so appealing, and the next minute she would be flat on her back, moaning loudly, with him inside of her.
'Damn,' said V as he discovered the cold tap would not turn any higher. Tilting back his head, he allowed the cold to strike his face while wondering if anyone had ever caught pneumonia from a cold shower.
Sighing he turned off the water. No, no condoms. She had never mentioned they needed them before so why start now? Reaching for a towel, he slowly began drying himself. No need to slip on a robe or don the mask either, no one was here to disturb him. He had the Shadow Gallery to himself and could walk around mask and clothes free all he wanted. Except…yes that was a better word, except…much, much better than but…except, he didn't want to be free to walk around completely nude. What fun was that? He wanted Evey here, trying to see him nude.
Throwing down his towel, V opened the bathroom door on to the empty Gallery. 'No,' he thought 'no, he hated this. He hated the silence, he hated not having her energy flowing around him. He needed to get his lady home as soon as possible.'
Heaving a sigh, he crossed the Gallery in all his naked glory to the makeup room, plopping heavily in his chair, and staring at his reflection in the mirror. Running a hand over the angry red skin of his chest, he smiled. She had seen it. His chest. There on that filthy floor she had seen his chest and kissed it. She had looked into his face, even if it was a mask and had devoured him while weeping with joy. Best of all, she had seen other things too and had gladly taken him into her mouth, licking and sucking on him with a vengeance. She had not flinched or been repulsed, but had taken delight in it.
Had she ever seen his flesh before? No, he didn't think so. She had only felt it and God, how she had felt it today. Looking down V grimaced. This was not good. If this kept happening, by the time he picked Evey up for their date he would not be able to provide the mind blowing shagging she had requested. He was going exhaust himself just thinking of the shagging instead.
Did he still have Sutler's Viagra stashed in some corner? There were what, five, six bottles of the stuff included in that last raid of medical supplies? Maybe he should take a bottle with him? No…with Evey no one needed a sexual enhancer. One look from those pouty lips and big brown eyes and… V groaned and turned in the chair…he had to think of other things!
He would…he would considered which mask to wear. Maybe if he stopped thinking of Evey, he would be able to control himself.
What mask to wear? What would she enjoy? V smiled. 'Yes,' he thought, 'that one there. It would be perfect.'
VEV
V arrived promptly at seven o'clock on Evey's doorstep and knocked on the door. His palms were sweating and his heart was racing as he waited for her to answer. In truth, he was a nervous wreck, far worst than any school boy ever thought of being. As the door swung open and Evey's smiling face appeared, he thought he would pass out from his heart's palpations.
'Right on time,' said Evey as she opened the door wide, her face breaking out into a huge smile, 'Are those for me?'
Behind the latex mask, V blushed. 'They are.' Holding out his arm, he gallantly presented her with a dozen red roses and two neatly wrapped packages. At his feet sat a satchel filled with food and other items.
'Oh V, they're lovely.' She inhaled their scent deeply before stepping back and allowing him to enter her small, one room flat. Scooping up his parcels, V stepped into the room and frowned in open dismay.
'Evey, you live here? In this?'
Evey turned slowly, looking at her new home. 'What's wrong with it?'
'My prison cell was larger than this. In fact, our broom cupboard in the Gallery is larger than this. Eve this is not acceptable living quarters for you.' He turned slowly, his frown growing larger, 'Where do you sleep? Propped up in the corner? Am I supposed to believe a hot plate and a small icebox in the corner is the kitchen and where is the bathroom for that matter?'
Evey's face fell and then contorted with anger. Stepping back, she opened the door and thrust the flowers and package back at him. 'Thank you for coming just to insult my flat. You may leave now.' Placing her hand in the middle of his chest she began pushing him back through the door.
V's eyes grew wide, 'Our date?' he sputtered.
'Over!' said Evey and shut the door firmly in his face.
V stood in the corridor, staring at the closed door. Over? The date was over? His very first date was over? It had not even begun, what did she mean it was over? He frowned, looking at the roses and the package. She didn't want his gift? What had he done? Granted the sight of her flat appalled him, but other than that…then realization hit him.
He had insulted her. He had insulted her flat. V sighed and knocked again on the door.
'Who is it?' asked Evey from the other side.
'I do apologize my love,' he called through the closed door. 'Please forgive me and let us begin again.' He waited, listening for her reply, but none came. After waiting for what felt to be an eternity, his shoulders slumped and he placed the roses and package outside the door. 'Goodnight my love,' he said quietly, turning to leave, disappointment radiating off of him in waves.
'Where do you think you are going?' asked Evey behind him.
He turned slowly, looking at her with trepidation. 'I apologize, my love. It was just surprising to find you living in a broom closet. Can we begin again?'
She nodded and picked up her flowers and package. 'If you will step this way, I will give you a tour of my humble abode.'
V nodded and followed her into the flat.
'This, Sir, is the sitting room as well as the bedroom. Watch.' Lying down her gifts, she removed the cushions from the sofa and pulled free the bed folded inside. V watched her carefully, trying to maintain a neutral expression.
'Oh heavens,' he thought, giving her his best "that's nice" expression, 'she wants me to make love to her on that? I can see lumps and spring looking things from here!'
'And this here is the loo.' She drew aside a curtain to reveal a toilet, small tub, and a basin.
V's eyes grew a little wider. 'It's clean,' he told himself, before saying aloud, 'No door?'
'Um, no,' Evey smiled, 'no door. We'll just hum loudly if one of us has to go.' She moved over to a small table, ignoring his grimace. 'Here is the dining area and the kitchen you insulted. Wardrobe for storage, telly for well, the telly, and I am set.' She was silent for a moment, watching him. 'You hate it. I can tell.'
He looked at her for a moment, trying to think of something nice to say, but couldn't. 'Yes, my love. This place is appalling. Clean, but appalling.'
'When I can afford more, I will move.'
'Home?'
Evey bit her lip and turned away. 'Let's just enjoy our date, shall we?' She moved the short distance across the room to stand in front of him. 'May I have your coat please sir?'
As he removed his coat, her eyes lit up. 'Are you wearing a silk shirt?'
V grinned, 'I am.'
Evey instantly reached out, running her hand up and down his chest. 'I am going to shag you to death.'
V smiled as he placed his hands on her waist and leaned in to kiss her. The kiss was tender and sweet, lasting for only moments. Drawing back, his eyes met hers. 'Dinner?'
Evey smiled coyly. 'In a moment, I want to show you something first.' She pointed him to a chair. 'Sit there, but be careful, it rocks'
'I had planned on cooking for you,' he said as he dropped his coat on the bed and sat in the chair she had indicated, 'but I do not see how without a cooker or oven.'
Evey picked up the parcel and looked in it. 'I'll just put this away anyway.'
Stuffing it unceremoniously in the icebox, she picked up her roses and placed them in a vase after retrieving water from the tap in the tub. Setting them down on top of her television, she moved to stand in front of V.
'Before we go out, there are a few things we need to go over first.'
He raised an eyebrow. 'Such as?'
Evey smiled and leaned down to touch the side of his face. 'Your mask to begin with. You look incredible, but I am assuming you want to avoid well lighted areas?'
'I do, yes.'
She nodded, 'The other thing is your name. I can't call you V in public and you can't call me Evey.'
He looked at her and smiled, 'I shall refer to you as Annie, my love, if I have to address you.'
Evey smiled, 'And you need something, well, simple. Something to go with this mask. Oh, I know, Bert. I'll call you Bertie.'
'Bertie?' V frowned and touched the side of his mask, 'You think this mask makes me look like a Bertie?'
Slipping off her shoes, Evey smiled coyly as she began to unfasten her jeans, letting them and her knickers drop to the floor.
'I need to change, Bertie' she said, stepping out of the clothing at her feet.
V stared at her with a slight smile playing at the corners of his mouth, feeling his manhood began to stiffen. 'I brought you a gift,' he said, 'but you do not have DVD player.'
'No, I don't,' said Evey quietly as she placed a hand on each of his shoulders and straddled herself across his lap. 'I guess we'll have to go out, but first a little appetizer before I change for dinner.' As she sat on his thighs, she leaned forward to kiss him, making the chair rock back.
V jumped, startled at the movement of the chair. 'It rocks,' he said, his blue eyes glowing slightly with mischief. Leaning forward, he kissed Evey, making the chair rock forward.
'Oh,' she said, her face lighting up, 'Oh yes, I see what you mean.' Reaching down between them, she unfastened his trousers. With a swift movement and his help, she slipped his trousers down and raised herself up before slowly lowering herself to envelope him.
Leaning forward, Evey wrapped her arms around V's neck and kissed him, moving the chair. As the chair swayed back, her hips slid forward, bringing their bodies closer together. By leaning back, the chair rocked forward, bringing them apart.
V groaned and shifted his legs, placing his feet flat on the floor and then lifted up his heels. The motion raised his knees and thighs, rocking the chair backward, making Evey move on him. Lowering his heels to the floor, the chair rocked forward, pulling him away.
Evey gasped.
'Oh God,' she whispered, trying to move her body in a tandem rhythm with the rocking of the chair.
Their excitement grew, making the rocking of the chair fiercer. Evey soon discovered by straightening her arms and leaning back, the chair moved forward more, raising her off of him and increasing the rhythm of the see saw motion. As the chair rocked back it was creating deeper, more penetrating thrusts.
V smiled happily with his eyes closed, lost in the sensations he was feeling. By leaning back in the chair, all he needed to do was to allow the chair to do the work. The harder he pushed his feet against the floor, the farther the chair would tip back and bring them closer together. The swaying of the chair was hypnotic, smooth and easily, making their motion stimulating and erotic.
'Bertie,' gasped Evey, breathlessly. 'This is incredible.'
V moaned loudly and placed his hands on her sides, pulling her towards him. He pushed his feet against the floor, just as Evey slipped forward. His hips raised and he thrusted into her in combination with the movement of the chair. She let out a guttural cry of delight and increased her motion, making the chair rock faster.
Back and forth the chair swayed as its occupants groaned and threw back their heads, crying out in elation. The seesaw motion was becoming extreme and violent, moving the chair across the floor and endangering it of tipping over. Evey leaned back as far as she could go, feeling V's strong hands on her back, keeping her from falling. As he pushed hard against the floor, tipping the chair backward and thrusting his hips up, she slammed into him, screaming out in joy. Back and forth they swayed, held in the bliss of the motion.
As they continued to rock forward and then back, Evey could feel the familiar heat rising in her stomach and tingling up her spine. Shifting her weight, she moved them closer together.
V was so close to the edge he forgot himself for a moment and put his strength into his movement causing the chair to almost tip over backward. Evey came against him hard, and cried his name as she released, her body jerking and shuttering as her toes curled. V laughed and continued rocking the chair, enjoying seeing her work through her elation.
Back and forth, back and forth, back and…he came, digging his fingers into Evey's back and pulling her close to him. With an effort he continued to rock, slowing their motion as he completed his release. Once the chair came to a stop, they both laughed and kissed passionately.
'My God, Bertie, that was…well…WOW,' laughed Evey, her eyes huge with surprise. 'If I do come home, I'm bringing this chair with me.'
V laughed and wrapped his arms around her in a hug, 'If you don't my love, I shall go find one.' Again he kissed her, running his hands down her back. 'Evey?'
'Annie,' she corrected.
'Yes,' he nodded, 'I forgot. Annie, do not take this the wrong way, but I am starving.'
Evey laughed again and scooted off his lap. 'I'll just be a tick,' she said, picking up her jeans and knickers and disappearing behind the bathroom curtain. 'Tell me Bertie,'she called, 'have you ever been to a carnival?'
For a moment, V looked at the curtain in dismay. 'Was she serious?' he thought. 'Carnivals Evey? I, um, well, um…I've never been to one.'
Evey's head appears around the curtain and there was a huge grin on her face. 'Oh Bertie, have I got a surprise for you.'
Author's note
Next Chapter…Bertie goes to the carnival. (Peachi Padwan has co-written some of this chapter)
Well, I recovered this and a fourth of one of Victor's chapters…There are happy little computer people trying to save the rest of my files, so till I know something …I can at least give you this.
Hope you enjoy it…and I am curious to know what you think of the rocking chair. Feed back would be great….so please, can you drop a review and let me know if you thought it was hot or not. Free tell me she thinks it is…but I am not convinced.
And as always…all mistakes are mine
