Chapter 7
Mistake
3 days later, the door to Pfeiffer's room creaked open. She opened her eyes, wondering if Basta showed up early.
'Well hello, sweetheart." Pfeiffer cringed. It was Firefox's smooth voice. "You and I have some unfinished business to tend to, don't we?"
"I don't know what you're talking about…" Pfeiffer kept her voice even and strong, even though fear, desire and confusion made it waver.
"Oh, I think you do." Firefox whispered in her ear. "Remember how you turned back and kissed me goodbye?" he smoothed out her hair and whispered so closely to her face, his lips tickled her skin.
"Ha! Speaking of a dream, Firefox?" Pfeiffer avoided his eyes and stared coolly ahead.
"Don't push your luck, BlueJay; you remember perfectly well what you did." Pfeiffer mentally kicked herself for her previous action, but when Firefox caressed her face, her regrets floated into the air.
"Maybe I was dreaming, then?" Pfeiffer put one of her hands on Firefox's cheek and let her craze take over. Their faces grew closer and closer until their noses were locked side by side. Firefox covered Pfeifer's mouth with his, and rhythmically sucked her lips. She moved under his face and gathered his face in her hands, enjoying the taste of his tongue in her mouth. The screaming throb in Pfeiffer's body took her over, and demanded for attention. She grabbed Firefox's tunic and pulled him against her. She wrapped her legs around his waist (a position she knew he loved) and pulled his face even harder against hers. He returned the pleasure by sliding his hands up her clothes and teasing her with his skilled fingers. Pfeiffer broke away from his face, and let his kisses drop to her neck, and then lower. Pfeiffer moaned and unbuttoned her tunic, giving Firefox full access to her body. The screaming throb in her body grew more and more intense, and got the point where the amount of pleasure she was receiving wasn't enough. She wiggled out from under Firefox, and ordered his to lie on his stomach. He did as he was told, and she lay on top of him. She put her hands into his pants, and felt around, enjoying the rush. Firefox bucked, and she lie down again, and let him come over top of her.
"I love you" he said huskily, shoving his hands into her pants. All of a sudden, Pfeiffer felt very guilty. She did not love Firefox…he was just a pleasure. She stopped groping and put her hands in his hair instead. She played with his hair and let him slide his finger inside of her. This went on, until an awful creaking sound became audible. THE DOOR!
"Oh, so that's it?" Came the curiously strained voice of the red faced Piper. "Firefox, get off this lady right this instant. Don't say a word, either of you. Just LEAVE!" Firefox hastily climbed off of Pfeiffer and buttoned up his clothing. He left the room, his face red with embarrassment.