BD13
Disclaimer: Only Moira and the soap are mine; Ian belongs to Top Cow…lucky bastards!
Author's note: Moondreamer, I had an out of state Renaissance Festival this weekend, and then had to catch up on everything around here that I missed by being gone for four days. However, I have returned. So hold onto your soap on a rope.
I looked up at Ian, still trying to understand how a man like this was a virgin. His parents must have went right on past strict and into rabid. No wonder he had signed up for the military. It must have seemed like freedom after a life like that. I felt torn as I looked at him. He clearly was ready, willing, and able, but how much of that was the alcohol talking? Would he regret it in the morning? Would he even remember it in the morning? He was still pretty intoxicated; it was bound to be affecting his judgment. I really didn't want to take advantage of his condition. Well, ok. I did too. But I was stronger than that, right? Gazing at all that nude male perfection, the water trailing over his flesh, I wasn't so sure. I had to fight the urge to follow the path of the water with my tongue and hands.
My thoughts must have been visible on my face because Ian said, "I won't change my mind, and even without the alcohol I wanted you. I just didn't have the opportunity to approach you."
I remembered how our eyes had met in the laboratory, in that moment before I dropped my gaze. He was saying he felt the same way. I believed he did, I had caught him checking me out. Ok, so my real hang-up here was his virtue. His first time was NOT going to be up against the wall in the shower. As much fun as that might be… I just couldn't do that to him. However, "Ian, there is a perfectly good bed in the next room. Why don't we save the shower for when you are sober? The wet porcelain is slick, and your balance isn't what it should be."
Ian smiled down at me, "So, would that be a rain-check on this, or a shower-check? I plan to hold you to it, whatever you decide to call it."
I looked into those smoldering eyes and knew I would willingly pay that check, with interest. "Rain, I think. That way if you mention it and someone overhears, they'll think I owe you dinner or something. But don't worry; I don't intend to let that go uncollected long."
I turned the shower off and stepped out. I grabbed the towels and passed one to Ian. I was very tempted to keep hold of it and dry him myself, but I knew we'd definitely not make it to the bedroom if I did. While he was drying off, I wrapped the other towel around me and grabbed our clothes. Now that I was clean, the smell of stale smoke and vomit coming from them repelled me. "Ian, I'm going to throw these in the washer. Be right back."
"I will wait patiently for your return," Ian replied, and he slowly dragged the towel down his chest in a blatant reminder of what I would be missing while I was gone.
Damn! If he was this sensual as a virgin, what was he going to be like after…!?!?! I grinned at the thought, and fairly ran to the little laundry/utility room. I threw the clothes in, set it on delicate out of deference to the silk dress, and hurried back to the bathroom.
Ian was leaning against the wall, head back, eyes closed, with his arms and legs spread slightly for balance. I stopped in the door, awed by the site before me. I wondered what I had done to deserve this moment. I instantly vowed to do it again, as often as possible, whatever it had been.
As if he felt the weight of my stare, Ian opened his eyes and looked at me. He pushed away from the wall and stalked toward me. I wondered fleetingly at his ability to walk unassisted, but that thought was quickly lost as he reached my side. He leaned down over me and purred, "I seem to have largely recovered my balance. Are you sure you don't want to try it up against the wall?"
I shivered at the hungry promise in his voice. I think he could make me come if he talked to me in that tone for very long.
Disclaimer: Only Moira and the soap are mine; Ian belongs to Top Cow…lucky bastards!
Author's note: Moondreamer, I had an out of state Renaissance Festival this weekend, and then had to catch up on everything around here that I missed by being gone for four days. However, I have returned. So hold onto your soap on a rope.
I looked up at Ian, still trying to understand how a man like this was a virgin. His parents must have went right on past strict and into rabid. No wonder he had signed up for the military. It must have seemed like freedom after a life like that. I felt torn as I looked at him. He clearly was ready, willing, and able, but how much of that was the alcohol talking? Would he regret it in the morning? Would he even remember it in the morning? He was still pretty intoxicated; it was bound to be affecting his judgment. I really didn't want to take advantage of his condition. Well, ok. I did too. But I was stronger than that, right? Gazing at all that nude male perfection, the water trailing over his flesh, I wasn't so sure. I had to fight the urge to follow the path of the water with my tongue and hands.
My thoughts must have been visible on my face because Ian said, "I won't change my mind, and even without the alcohol I wanted you. I just didn't have the opportunity to approach you."
I remembered how our eyes had met in the laboratory, in that moment before I dropped my gaze. He was saying he felt the same way. I believed he did, I had caught him checking me out. Ok, so my real hang-up here was his virtue. His first time was NOT going to be up against the wall in the shower. As much fun as that might be… I just couldn't do that to him. However, "Ian, there is a perfectly good bed in the next room. Why don't we save the shower for when you are sober? The wet porcelain is slick, and your balance isn't what it should be."
Ian smiled down at me, "So, would that be a rain-check on this, or a shower-check? I plan to hold you to it, whatever you decide to call it."
I looked into those smoldering eyes and knew I would willingly pay that check, with interest. "Rain, I think. That way if you mention it and someone overhears, they'll think I owe you dinner or something. But don't worry; I don't intend to let that go uncollected long."
I turned the shower off and stepped out. I grabbed the towels and passed one to Ian. I was very tempted to keep hold of it and dry him myself, but I knew we'd definitely not make it to the bedroom if I did. While he was drying off, I wrapped the other towel around me and grabbed our clothes. Now that I was clean, the smell of stale smoke and vomit coming from them repelled me. "Ian, I'm going to throw these in the washer. Be right back."
"I will wait patiently for your return," Ian replied, and he slowly dragged the towel down his chest in a blatant reminder of what I would be missing while I was gone.
Damn! If he was this sensual as a virgin, what was he going to be like after…!?!?! I grinned at the thought, and fairly ran to the little laundry/utility room. I threw the clothes in, set it on delicate out of deference to the silk dress, and hurried back to the bathroom.
Ian was leaning against the wall, head back, eyes closed, with his arms and legs spread slightly for balance. I stopped in the door, awed by the site before me. I wondered what I had done to deserve this moment. I instantly vowed to do it again, as often as possible, whatever it had been.
As if he felt the weight of my stare, Ian opened his eyes and looked at me. He pushed away from the wall and stalked toward me. I wondered fleetingly at his ability to walk unassisted, but that thought was quickly lost as he reached my side. He leaned down over me and purred, "I seem to have largely recovered my balance. Are you sure you don't want to try it up against the wall?"
I shivered at the hungry promise in his voice. I think he could make me come if he talked to me in that tone for very long.