Fred's Quest
A/N: Several friends suggested the original chapter seemed rushed. This is an attempt to correct that and other minor mistakes...borderline "M" rating.
Chapter five: Love is...Patient
They woke to a bright sun playing hide and seek with a few clouds. They had fallen asleep, wrapped in the pleasant experience of their first lovemaking. It had been sweet bliss except for a few awkward moments. He had woke sometime in the moonlit night; She had moved astride his hips, watching him.
"Freddie, have you ever felt you'd never be right or good if you weren't with a certain someone ever again?"
"That's why I gave you the ring." He said, sleepily. She was beautiful in the moonlight that highlighted the red tint of her hair and turned her bare breasts golden. The night air was cool but not uncomfortable; she leaned forward, kissing his lips. Twisting and squirming, she kissed her way down his body until her bottom bumped against something hard making her smile wickedly. A slight adjustment and she lowered her hips, enveloping him in her moist heat.
The movements of her hips, one moment slow and caressing so soft he could barely feel her; the next so tight and demanding it took his breath away. The first time had been the release of emotions so strong it was scary. This time was slower, playful, full of passionate kisses, caresses.
The moon and stars were bright overhead; in the ocean expanse, no city lights could be seen. The stars shone in all their glory. On the cusp of release, their shared pleasure rose to be liberated in moans and cries in the night.
Completely sated, they had fallen asleep, wrapped in each others arms until a few minutes ago.
Daphne woke first, turning to face her lover, snuggling deeper into his arms and the warmth of the sleeping bag; lifting her head, she kissed him awake. "Thank you."
"What for, Daph?" His voice still carried the languid feeling of one not fully awake; a hand found her breast, a thumb rolled over the peak causing it to react, hardening.
"For a wonderful first date. I can't wait to see what you come up for our second date. You called me "My Queen" last night, does that make you my King?"
"I believe it does, Your Majesty. And as your King, my first proclamation is for you to kiss me."
"Yes, Your Highness." The kiss was long, passion filled and left both panting.
Daphne broke the kiss, laying her head on his chest. "As good as this feels, I'm famished."
"You look so beautiful in your Devil's Nightgown." His hand floated over her hip.
"What nightgown? Oh, this nightgown. You like my see-through gown?"
"As much as I'd love to explore your nightgown," his hand made a return trip up her inner thigh, leaning to kiss one breast, "Let's pack up, I noticed a cafe on the way home where we can get some breakfast."
She had a burning desire to visit a tree so grabbing her clothes she ran off into the forest. She reappeared some minutes later, carrying a shirt which she handed to Fred. "I think this belongs to you."
"That reminds me," She pointed at the sleeping bags as Fred placed the last items in the van, "We better get the bags dry cleaned."
"We can drop them off on our way home."
"No, we can't," She laughed, "This is Sunday."
-Xxx
'The Hut' hugged the beach; the interior filled with rocks and shells collected or provided by past customers. Fred and Daph could overhear bits of conversations when they entered the eatery. Men talking about the weather and their success, or lack thereof, at fishing, ladies speaking of past and future shopping excursions.
"Is your patio open?" Fred asked the waitress.
"Sure is, coffee?"
"Two, please." Fred led them toward the patio area.
"One with creamer," Daph added.
"Special of the day is our "Crewman's sampler". The waitress announced, placing coffee on the table.
"Sounds good, make it two." Fred ordered after a slight nod from Daphne.
"Fred, I..." Daphne started when they were interrupted.
"Mr. Jones? Mystery Inc.?" The speaker was a tall man, hat in hand, bald pate, and a stomach hanging over a too tight belt. "I'd like to speak with you. I have a mystery you'll be interested in."
"Excuse me, I was just headed to the ladies room to powder my nose." Daphne headed off, "And comb my hair, take a hot shower, fresh clothes..." could be heard as she mumbled.
"Will you join us, Mr...?" Fred offered.
"Just a cup of coffee, thank you. Tiberius Bourbon, like the drink." The man sat in the offered seat, across from Fred and Daphne, whenever she returned.
"How can Mystery Inc. be of service, Mr. Bourbon?" Fred asked, taking a health sip of coffee. It was good, strong coffee.
"Perhaps we should wait for your companion. That way I wont have to repeat myself."
Daphne returned, placing her purse and a paper bag next to her chair, "Sorry, they had the most interesting cups."
"Don't you have enough coffee cups at home?" Fred asked, rising to hold her chair.
"A collector never has enough, you know that, Freddie."
"Ah, Ms Daphne Blake, heiress to the Blake fortune. I'm delighted to meet you. You are a collector? What do you collect?"
"Daphne, this is Mr. Bourbon...like the drink." Fred made introductions.
"Glad to meet you too, Mr. Bourbon. I collect a lot of stuff, coffee cups I find interesting, elephants if they catch my curiosity, banks."
"Did I hear right? You collect banks?" Mr. Bourbon sounded astonished.
"When I was a little girl, my father wanted to teach me about money so he gave me an allowance. I saved a little of my allowance each week; I put it in a pink piggy-bank. When that piggy-bank got full, I got another, then another. I must have impressed my father because when I graduated from high school, he bought me a bank. Over the years, I've repaid the loan to my father and added another bank.
"I'm not that interested in inheriting the family fortune, I want the business. I have a few ideas in mind to improve the business line. Who knows, I might start collecting businesses."
"Fascinating! I'm a collector too." Mr. Bourbon smiled; his smile never reached his eyes.
"And what do you collect?" Fred asked.
"Fortunes, Mr. Jones. Which is why I want to hire Mystery Inc.. How much is your fee?"
"Three hundred a day plus expenses." Fred watched to see his reaction. There was none. "If we take the case."
"If you accept and I'm sure you will, I'll give you a cashiers check for twenty-five hundred as a retainer." He folded his hands, intertwining his fingers. "And a half interest in anything we find."
"We?" Daphne picked up on that nuance.
"We, Ms. Blake. I'll want to go along; protect my interest you might say."
"What are we going after, Mr. Bourbon?"
"In May, Eighteen sixty four, during the American civil war, at the battle of Spotsylvania, a General and six well trained, battle tested men were assigned to acquire and transport seventy thousand dollars worth of gold from Northern sympathizers to be used by the Confederates to buy weapons and ammunition. They picked up the gold but no record has been found as to what happened to the gold. Through certain sources I've found that the gold caravan ran into a Union scouting party. I believe the scouting party attacked and took the gold shipment."
"Four million dollars!" Daphne exclaimed. "Today's market gold prices. I told you I was good with money."
"A half interest would be a nice addition to Mystery Inc.'s coffers don't you think? It's Sunday, shall we meet here for breakfast, say nine o'clock on Wednesday and firm up our business arrangements?" Without waiting for a reply, Mr. Tiberius Bourbon rose and walked away.
Daphne reached down, retrieving her cell phone from her purse. Placing it on speaker, "Velma? I bought a new coffee cup."
"Where have you two been? You've been gone all night. You didn't...did you?"
"Afraid we did, it was wonderful. You and Shaggy should try it; you're made for each other."
"Shaggy, I want a kiss that will warm the cockles of my heart."
"Your heart has cockles? I didn't know."
"Sorry, Daph, it ain't happening. Shaggy has something to tell you."
"Sorry, Daph," Shaggy's voice came across on the phone, "I broke two of your cups."
"Don't worry about it," Daphne replied, "You just make sure the rest of my collection is safe."
"Will do, Daph. See you guys when you get home."
-Xxx
That evening, Fred stepped out of the shower, only slightly surprised to find Daphne reclining in his bed, covers drawn up to her chin. Without speaking he closed the bedroom door and for the first time since they had moved into the Headquarters building, he locked the door. As he walked toward the bed, Daphne lifted the coverlet. In his wildest dreams he had never seen a more tantalizing devil's nightgown.
He looked in awe, ingesting the beauty from full kissable lips to the strawberry curls at her apex, down the long firm legs. She had been doing her own perusal, centering on the throbbing demonstration of his appreciation of the view before him. She smiled, lifting the covers higher, "Are you going to look all night, or are you coming to bed?"
Slipping in next to her, he put his arms around her, pulling her body flush with his, their lips meeting passionately. His hands went to her breasts, cupping, squeezing.
Breaking the kiss, her hand covered one of his, their eyes locked, speaking volumes. "Slowly, Freddie. A woman wants to be made love to, not groped like some teenager in the backseat of his fathers car with too much testosterone. We have all night, if you can last that long."
Slowing his movements, he let his fingers and tongue make love to her body. His palms lifted her breasts as if weighing them, his thumbs teasing the peaks into hard, pointed peaks; his tongue circling the tip and a hand ventured downward to part the soft curls and play along the edges of her sensitive petals.
At her urging, their bodies joined; moving together in the eternal dance of love.
"Freddie!" She cried out. He felt her body convulse as waves of ecstasy carried them over the edge.
Feeling him still buried deep inside her heated cocoon, she wrapped her arms around his neck,
"It's good to be the Queen, your Majesty."
The End
A/N: The story continues in "Treasure Quest"
