Where Do We Go From Here?
Joss was acting very peculiar tonight, John thought as he watched her walk around his loft slowly, taking everything in. The fact that she was at his loft at all was peculiar in itself but she had shown up in a sleeveless red dress that dipped in front giving him an enticing glimpse of her full breasts and driving him to distraction.
"Can I get you something to drink?" he asked in his soft silky voice.
Joss turned to look at him. He was a little surprised at the look of determination in her eyes and something else he couldn't quite read.
"Red wine, if you have it, would be fine" she replied softly with a slight smile on her luscious lips.
He tilted his head to the side and studied her curiously for a moment then made his way to the kitchen to get their wine.
Joss followed John into the kitchen. He has no idea why I'm here, she thought to herself. She was tired of the games they were playing. Tired of the nights alone, waking up from dreams of him and her together leaving her wanting. She studied him from behind as he reached for the wine and wine glasses. He was a masterpiece. Poetry in motion. She could see his muscles ripple with his movements. Silently she moved towards him.
John stiffened slightly as he felt Joss step up behind him then wrap her arms around his waist spreading her small hands over his stomach. He felt her lay her head against his back just below his neck.
Setting the wine bottle on the counter, he turned in her arms and placed his fingers beneath her chin to lift her face to his. Looking in her eyes he saw that other something he couldn't define earlier...need. Leaning his head towards hers he took her lips with his and the ember immediately turned into a flame as he deepened the kiss. When they finally broke apart they both were breathless.
His big hand cupped her face gently and he looked into her eyes filled with desire and whispered softly,
"Where do we go from here?"
Joss just smiled and took him by the hand and led him out of the kitchen...