Thunderbirds and the Tracy Family are the creation of Gerry and Sylvia Anderson
Author's Note: Warning. Some more, definitely adult, action. Well, that long, beautiful night isn't over yet…or the next day either!
Chapter 102
Later that evening, Scott stirred, sleepily sated and satisfied. Had it all just been a beautiful dream, just another powerful Vision! He turned…and smiled, a smile of pure, deep down happiness. She lay naked and beautiful beside him, stirring slightly at his movement but not waking. She was real, she was very real and they had had, not long since, the most truly amazing lovemaking session he had ever had. His body remembered only all too well and already he was beginning to ache and throb for her again. He leant over, brushed his lips lightly on her forehead and slipped from their bed.
Jenna stirred, sleepily sated and satisfied. Had it all just been a beautiful dream, because she had wanted him so badly! She turned…and frowned a little. The bed beside her was empty. Had she imagined it after all! But no, the bed was still warm and, casting her sleepy eyes around the room, she noted the cool, chic elegance that was her lover's taste and knew she was not back in the guest room but, very definitely, in his bed. Then she turned, stretched contentedly…and smiled, a smile of pure, deep down happiness. Seeing him walk back across the room, in all his naked glory, her body ached deep within, admiring of his sculptured physique bathed with the blue moonlight that flooded the room.
But he didn't get back into bed. Instead he sat down facing her and softly stroked her face, as though he could still barely believe she was here, in his bed, at last.
"Hi beautiful," he husked softly, to which she returned the warmest of smiles that went straight to his heart. "We did it. We really made it….didn't we!"
"Oh yeah. We sure did," she smiled, closing her fingers over his, while her body ached in remembrance.
The next moment, he pulled back the crisp white cotton sheet and swept her up into his arms.
"Scott! Where are we going!" she laughed, pulling her face into an amused frown, as he headed back across the room.
He grinned, happily satisfied to himself, like he was just about to unveil a surprise. "You'll see," he replied, not giving anything away.
To say, she was overcome and totally blown away by what she saw when they entered the bathroom was an understatement.
"Mr Tracy! You are such a romantic," Jenna smiled, barely able to believe the obvious trouble he had gone to, in the loving gesture that lay before them. "When did you do all this!"
For what greeted them, were lit scented candles of varying sizes, placed on the floor around one side of the luxurious sunken bath, casting an ambient glow over the, equally, cool chic of the bathroom. The bath was filled with warm water, topped with bubbles and, close to the edge, were bubbles of another kind, the kind that were used in celebration, in the form of what could only be, a bottle of the best champagne, chilling in an ice bucket along with two champagne flutes.
"While you were sleeping," came his pleased reply, pleased by her overcome reaction, for he was going to enjoy doing such things, springing little surprises on her. He would give her the world if he could. "I asked Kyrano to stock up my fridge yesterday….since I knew I'd be getting out sooner or later. I wanted us to have a celebration of our own…now that I'm off the meds….and I asked him to make sure there were candles as well."
"Fridge!" she puzzled in amusement.
"Yeah. It's out in the lounge….behind one of the cabinet doors," he explained. "Comes in handy when you want to kick back with a cold beer," he grinned wryly.
"Or celebrate with Champagne!" she added in wry amusement. "So, do you usually get thirsty during the night…Mr Tracy!"
"Not usually…..but I have a feeling I will tonight! We both will!" Scott returned with seductively teasing innuendo. "That's why I had Kyrano stock it up with bottled water as well….and there's some o.j. there too. Well…we don't want to get dehydrated….do we!"
She beamed a smile of amusement. "Planning on a lot of physical activity….are we!" Jenna countered, in the verbal parry.
"What do you think! We've a lot of lost time to make up for!" Scott returned, with a smouldering, self-satisfied smile, as he took them down into the bath.
And how could she not smile and her body ache automatically at his words. "I guess we do. You're very resourceful…aren't you….Mr Tracy!"
"I try my best. It's what I do," he countered, with a devastatingly languid smile.
Jenna knew, though, he was being far from arrogant; he was just, well, stating a fact. It just came naturally to him, to plan ahead, think what resources would be needed on any rescue and then go ahead and implement them. So it should be no surprise that he would apply the same work ethic to every other area of his well-ordered life as well. It's who he was.
"Guess I'll just have to get used to this side of you," Jenna replied, giving him a quiet smile.
For the briefest of moments, the handsome face clouded. "Jen….I know you're independent….used to being in charge in what you do…and you've been there for me….been the one who's decided what was needed in helping me to recover….looking after me….but now I want to look after you. That's not gonna be a problem for us….is it!" he asked a little tentatively.
She creased her face in a pondering frown. "Gee…let me think. Having had to work long hours in a highly stressful job….go home to an empty house….being alone….or….have the most wonderful, thoughtful, caring, sensitive…and devastatingly handsome man…wanting to look after me…while living on a tropical paradise island!" she mused, looking at each hand in turn, as though she were weighing up the pros and cons. "Hmm…that is a really tough choice!"
His face relaxed instantly into a smile, knowing she was teasing him. "I'm so glad you feel that way, Jen. I am who I am….and that includes, wanting to take care of you."
"And I love you for who you are. I wouldn't ever want you to be any other way," she assured him, cupping his face lovingly in her hand.
"And I wouldn't want you to be any other way either, Jen. I want you to always tell me like it is. We can survive anything together…can't we!" he then added, with an almost far away look, she thought. Did he, perhaps, have some sense of foreboding….or was it just that he felt two people couldn't possibly have the right to be this happy together.
"Yeah…of course we can. We can survive anything together….nothing will ever pull us apart. Our love is unbreakable," Jenna reassured him with absolute confidence.
"Yeah….unbreakable. I feel that too, Jen," he pondered and with a quiet and contented smile, Scott reached out, lifted the bottle from the ice bucket and proceeded to pry off the cork. There was the customary loud pop, followed by a burst of Champagne erupting from the bottle, which flowed over his hand and causing the young lovers to laugh. Once he had filled the two flutes, he handed one to Jenna.
"Here's to us….and to the love and happiness I've found with you. To the joy I feel when I'm with you… and the way you make me feel so complete," he toasted, his eyes sparkling and alight with love, as the flutes were lightly tapped together to make a chinking sound.
A quiet smile of contentment filled her face. "Here's to us….and to the love and happiness I've found with you. To the joy I feel when I'm with you…and the way you make me feel so complete," she returned with equal loving tenderness.
Scott then beckoned her to come and recline against him, having dropped open his thighs for her to sit between his legs.
She happily shifted herself into position, reclining comfortably against his chest and nuzzling cheek to cheek, while he crossed his lower legs over hers and slid one arm around her waist. Sighing contentedly, they relaxed in the warm bubbly water, sipping at their Champagne, enjoying this more intimate step of their deepening relationship.
"Is it really possible for two people to be this happy together!" he reflected, feeling himself to be the most blessed man in the whole world.
"Well, it must be….because we are," she replied, with a contented sigh, while stroking idly along the strong arm that was round her waist.
"Yeah, we are. And to think I almost lost you…..I tried to push you away….tried not to let myself love you," Scott continued to reflect, thinking how differently things might have been.
"But you didn't lose lose me. I wouldn't let you push me away," she responded, with loving determination.
Smiling, he kissed the side of her face then nuzzled and kissed around her ear.
"Jen….I want you to be happy here….I want you to feel at home," Scott continued, stating his desire for her.
"I am happy, Scott….here with you. How could I not be!" she replied in assurance. "And I feel very much at home. Your family has been so good to me, ever since I arrived."
It pleased the dark-haired pilot to hear her say that but….!
"No….that's not what I meant, Jen. I mean…I want you to feel at home…here…in my suite. I want you to feel it's as much yours now, as mine. So…if there's anything you want to change…anything of yours you want to bring in….you know…to make you feel more at home….then…go ahead."
Jenna raised herself up off his chest and turned to study him thoughtfully. "You really mean that…don't you?" she remarked, touched deeply by his thoughtful consideration, his willingness to sacrifice his space.
"Yeah…sure I do. Jen…there's nothing I want more for you than to be happy here," her lover assured, without any hesitation.
Had Scott Tracy any notion of what was about to befall him, would he have been so ready and willing, since it is always a highly dangerous thing to give any woman such a carte blanche invitation to redecorate!
Her eyes lit like beacons.
"Well then….we'd have to start out in the lounge….," his feisty and fiery lover began to enthuse, after setting her champagne glass on the floor.
"Start….in the lounge!" he queried warily, giving him real bad cause for concern that there was more to come, while desperately trying to think what she possibly couldn't like about the lounge.
"Yes…the lounge. It needs a little…updating….a bit of color….and lots of new furniture! And as for that couch……!" she laughed, casting her eyes upwards for dramatic effect.
"What's wrong with the couch! I like that couch," Scott frowned, pouting even, at having aspersions cast on one of his favorite pieces of furniture. "It's a comfy couch."
"And something needs to be done in here too….," Jenna continued merrily, as though she hadn't heard him.
"It does!" he asked, in growing bewilderment, as he looked around the bathroom. For the life of him, he couldn't think what possible improvements could be made, since everything was, already, of the highest quality, incorporating the most modern fixtures and fittings, not to mention the ultra chic of the décor.
"Yeah….well…it's a little….drab!" she ventured, giving him an apologetic smile.
A pair of dark eyebrows shot upwards in disbelief.
"Oh…but don't worry. That's easily fixed," she assured him in all seriousness.
"It is! And just what did you have in mind!" came the slightly dry reply.
"Well…we could do something with the tiling…add say…fish and dolphins. That would brighten the place up….don't you think!" Jenna continued quite happily. "And….and we could incorporate a huge mosaic of a dolphin into the floor. I kinda like fish and dolphins."
Scott choked on his Champagne. "Fish and dolphins! Lady…you're thinking of the wrong bathroom," he reminded her and secretly hoping she wasn't serious.
"And you wouldn't mind a few changes in the bedroom…would you!" his lover pouted a little, stroking his face, in the way that women do when they want to get their own way and carrying on as before, as though she wasn't listening to a thing he said but getting lost in her own enthusiastic little world of redecorating.
"Eh…what kind of changes are we talking about!" he asked nervously, nearly almost afraid to ask.
"Oh….nothing major….don't look so worried," Jenna laughed. "There's the bed, for starters…."
Again, a pair of dark eyebrows shot upwards.
"I don't recall there being any complaints about the bed earlier!" he remarked, with a teasing grin. "And don't even…think…about swapping for twin beds," Scott added, in wry amusement, though deadly serious that that was never going to happen, no matter how much she pleaded or pouted.
"Oh Scott…don't be silly," she laughed. "There's nothing wrong with the actual bed…..it's a wonderful bed….it's a really great bed," she added, with a wry twinkle of amusement in her eyes. "It's just that …well…I wouldn't mind some new bedding."
He sighed thankfully in relief. New bedding! He could live with new bedding. "Well sure, babe….we can get new bedding for the bed. You go ahead and pick something."
He really should have waited first, to hear what she had in mind!
Her eyes danced like an excitable child. "Oh great…..I know just the thing. I'll get us something all nice and….frilly!"
The poor man choked again on his Champagne and was barely able to get the word out. "Fr..fril…frilly!" he winced a pathetically weak smile and hoping he wasn't hearing what he was hearing.
"Uh huh. Oh Scott…it'll be just beautiful. And especially when we do something….floral on the walls…and get matching floral drapes. Yes….floral…that's what we need," Jenna enthused, in wide-eyed innocence and getting quite carried away.
Scott Tracy was rarely a man struck dumb but right at that moment!
He had heard right, hadn't he! "Fl…flor…floral!" he winced another weak smile, having equal trouble getting that word out as well.
Scott Tracy, Field Commander of International Rescue, a Company Director in and heir of Tracy Enterprises, not to mention a Medal of Honor recipient and distinguished ex-USAF pilot….in a frilly, floral bedroom! If his brothers ever got to hear of this…gawd, he would never live it down; he would never be able to let his brothers in his room ever again!
"Oh but, Scott……you promised. Don't you want me to be happy!" she pouted brilliantly.
"Yeah…..yeah, babe….of course I do. But hell, Jen…..frilly and floral!" Scott exclaimed, trying to banish the horrifying vision from his mind.
She tried really hard to stifle the grin that was spreading across her face, by biting her bottom lip. But she just couldn't contain herself any longer.
"Oh Scott! If you could….if you could just…see…your…face…..!" she just about managed to say, collapsing in a heap of laughter and having to, physically, wipe tears from her eyes. "There's absolutely nothing wrong with your suite….there's nothing I would want to change." Men! They could be really quite gullible at times.
And, in that moment, Scott Tracy knew he had been had….good and proper.
The fire of sexual excitement rose in him, bringing him quickly to arousal at her teasing. "Ohh lady! You do know I'm going to have to punish you for that….your Field Commander is going to have to punish you…most severely!" he groaned in anticipation, as his narrowed eyes flashed dangerously.
"Really! And just what…'punishment'…does my Field Commander have in mind!" she teased provocatively, her eyes bright and her body so ready for whatever he had in mind.
"Ohhh, the best kind," Scott replied, with a languid smile and cobalt blue eyes dancing fire.
Slipping from the shallow seating ledge, after having set his Champagne on the floor, Scott moved through the water, advancing on her like a predatory shark, backing her towards the deeper part of the huge sunken bath.
"Don't you dare come any closer, Mr Tracy," Jenna laughed playfully in mock warning, while all the time hoping, of course, that he would.
"Now…you and I both know you don't mean that," he smouldered, oozing a languid smile of smug satisfaction at knowing he was right.
The next moment he was on her. Having made a lunge, Scott grabbed for her and began to tickle her mercilessly, causing the two young lovers much playful laughter, as they rolled and splashed with carefree abandon, sending water cascading all over the floor, before disappearing again down the drainage grates incorporated around the edge of the bath.
At the height of the playful fight and ignoring her begging squeals of laughter for him to stop, she heard and felt him draw in a deep breath, as he tightened his hold around her body with one arm, while his other hand clamped down on top of her head. Knowing what he was about to do, she sucked in a huge breath and just in time. The next moment, Scott plunged them both down under the water.
Moments later they came up, laughingly gasping and panting for air.
She watched, appreciatively, her lover toss his head to shake off the surplus water, noting how the tiny droplets remaining on his wet, dark hair glistened and sparkled like hundreds of tiny diamonds in the flickering candlelight. It was also hard not to notice how the water ran down over his bronzed body in rivulets, like rivers following the course they have carved out of solid rock and making his body appear to glisten in the soft, ambient light. And how could she not find him extremely sexy, all naked and wet, with water streaming off his perfectly honed and toned physique, like some bronzed Adonis, rising from the ocean.
He watched, appreciatively, his lover, run her fingers through her wet, golden hair, smoothing it back from her face, to rid herself of surplus water. He also found it hard not to notice how the water beaded on her smooth, honey gold skin, flickering in the candlelight, like so many hundreds of tiny jewels after, first, watching it course down her body, flowing over and running off her breasts like flowing water running over smooth, rounded rock before cascading like a waterfall.
He had to admit to being seriously turned on by his wet and naked lover, here in his bath. What more could a man want! Especially since he was about to fulfil one of the many fantasies he had been having of late. Bath time would never, ever be quite the same again!
Things were just about to turn hot and steamy, which was quite appropriate really, as seeing they were in the bathroom!
Again, Scott made a lunge for her, taking them both under, except this time when they surfaced, they were locked together in a hot, impassioned embrace with their mouths sealed in an equally hot and impassioned kiss. Incredibly aroused now, with the caressing and kissing of each other's wet skin, they became inflamed with a burning hunger and, unable to get enough of each other, their kisses became ever more needy. Scott wasted no more time in taking them to the side of the bath, where he lifted her over his hips and proceeded to give them both immense satisfaction by 'taking' her, hard and hungrily, against the smooth tiled surface. Water flowed over unto the floor in undulating waves that matched his hard, driving rhythm, though somehow the enthusiastic young lovers seemed neither to notice nor to care. His body, very quickly, went into 'vertical climb', with the torrid heat that was consuming him, taking her with him and together they reached the heights of ecstasy once more, lost in that indescribable place of pure bliss and joy, where time looses all meaning.
Sated, satisfied and happy, the lovers sank back into the warm water of the heated bath, where this time, Scott relaxed back into her welcoming and loving embrace, to finish sipping on their Champagne. He sighed contentedly, as she kissed the top of his head and, with one hand, idly cupped warm water all over his shoulders and chest. So hypnotically soothing and relaxing was it that it almost sent him to sleep. Eventually, they left the bath, though not before they had lovingly washed each other all over, after which they dried each other off.
Wrapped in warm, fluffy white towels, the happy and contented lovers came back into the bedroom, towelling at each other's hair, interspaced with kisses. It just all seemed so perfectly natural to want to do things for each other, even the little things, giving them that feeling of complete togetherness.
Reclining back on the bed, Scott gathered her in his arms and, while soft stroking each other's bodies, began making arrangements for him to clear space for her things in the large walk-in dressing room and other drawers in the bedroom. They also discussed what other things she wanted to bring from the house that had been her home in Auckland, the house her father had left her, now that, of course, she was to stay here permanently with him.
"Jen…have you thought about what you want to do with your house?" he asked wonderingly, as he stroked her arm, knowing they were now going to have to deal with such practical issues.
She smiled. "Yes….yes I have. I'd like to keep the house, Scott."
"In case things don't work out between us!" he quipped, though with a weak smile that portrayed his insecurity.
Even though he tried to sound light-hearted, she could hear a faint trace of worry in his voice. Lovingly, she cupped his face. "Don't ever think like that, Scott. I love you now…and for always," she assured him then broke into a broad grin. "Besides….you might get bored with me!"
He wrapped his arms tighter around her, as if to emphasize his point. "Bored! With you, lady! Never in a million years. Now….maybe in a million and one years!" he then mused seriously, before that devastating boyish grin lit up his handsome features, earning him a sharp poke in the ribs.
"No…seriously, Scott. If we kept the house…it would mean we'd always have somewhere on the mainland we could go if we wanted to get away for a few days….somewhere we could be totally private!" she suggested with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes.
Now he was seriously interested and his eyes lit at seeing the obvious advantages.
"You mean like…our own private little love-nest!" he mused with boyish delight, to which she beamed him a smile, along with a saucy raise of her brows. "No brothers! Peace and quiet for a while….and, gawd…no practical jokes….always having to wonder what to expect….should I be suspicious! And no getting my wrists slapped for sneaking into the kitchen for some home-baked apple pie! Sounds perfect," Scott reflected happily.
"Well, I might slap your wrists for you, if you come sneaking into my kitchen….our kitchen," she teased playfully, in the way that lovers do and feeling very comfortable already in thinking of it as theirs, almost as if it was their second home.
And Scott felt equally comfortable with the idea. In fact, it was growing on him more and more. "Lady…if I come sneaking into our kitchen….it won't be for apple pie….and it would definitely be worth getting my wrists slapped!" he returned mischievously and making her laugh.
Nestling comfortably against him and idly stroking his arm, Jenna mused thoughtfully. "It would be nice, though…wouldn't it! Having somewhere…just the two of us! And I could cook us dinner….I'd like to be able to cook for you….to be able to do all those little kind of things."
It pleased him, it pleased him a lot, to hear her say that. Sighing contentedly at the thought of the blissfully happy domestic scene, Scott stroked the side of his face against hers and planted tender kisses.
"I'd like that….but we could both cook. I do know my way around a kitchen, you know," he stated with adamant determination, which made her beam a warm smile. "And….while we're waiting for dinner to cook…we could make a start on dessert!" he added, with a saucy grin.
"In the kitchen!" she queried, with wry amusement, though she wasn't entirely surprised, given Scott Tracy's obvious appetite for adventurous sex, of which she was to learn a lot more!
"Hell yeah……up against the counters…the fridge…on the table…over the table! Wherever we damn well please," he grinned happily. The thought of having a whole house to themselves was obviously too much of a temptation, since there was always bound to be someone in and out of the kitchen in the villa.
His thoughts, though then began to go deeper, much deeper, as he became increasingly more lost in happy domestic bliss.
"We would be just like a regular couple. I would come home…after a hard day at the office…to be met with a kiss from my beautiful wife…heavily pregnant with our child," Scott absently reflected with a contented sigh, while absently rubbing his hand around her tummy, as though caressing his unborn child. Leaning down, he followed the gentle caressing with a tender kiss.
And how could she not smile at watching him play out his beautiful daydream, something that was obviously a deep longing of his heart. With tender loving affection, she reached out and stroked the dark head that was kissing his non-existent child in her tummy.
Suddenly realising what he had been saying, Scott winced in embarrassment. "Geez, Jen…I'm sorry. I…I don't know where all that came from. I guess I was kinda getting carried away. I mean…we're only just starting to enjoy ourselves….getting to really know each other. I…I didn't….."
Where, indeed, had all that come from! One minute they were happily laughing in playful teasing and the next he had this, almost, overwhelming desire to have her pregnant with his child, to see her belly fat with the fruit of their sensual lovemaking. It had been sudden and all consuming. Like a deep-rooted and desperate need to implant his seed in the woman he loved, it had welled up out of nowhere.
Perhaps it was the talk of having their own place to go to, like a home of their own that had inspired sudden thoughts of a normal family life, a glimpse of a life without danger and being on 24hr call, never knowing if you were even going to get finishing your meal. And perhaps, it was the fact he was 30 years old and knew he would never love another woman the way he loved her. It was hardly surprising then, that such thoughts should be appealing.
His lover, though, was astute enough to recognise his reflective mood.
"It's ok, Scott. There's nothing wrong with dreaming….and it is a beautiful dream," Jenna assured him, with a loving smile. In fact, for a moment, she actually found it quite a sexy thought, to be pregnant to her passionate lover, to carry his child, the man she loved so deeply. She also found it beautifully sexy and sweet, the idea of a handsome hunk of man, such as Scott Tracy being completely faithful and so in love with the idea of being a father. I mean…what woman in her right mind wouldn't want a man like that! "Sounds like you wouldn't mind all that domestic bliss!" she then ventured, as she studied him thoughtfully.
"Chance just to be….normal…for a little while! Yeah….I guess I wouldn't mind," he admitted, in wistful reflection.
"I can understand that. But you wouldn't…really…be happy, Scott….working a normal 9 to 5 office job, every day….would you?" his lover concluded, posing the rhetorical question, while stroking his face with tender, loving affection and kissing his forehead.
He smiled at her perceptive insight. "No….I guess not."
"I know it's not quite the same….but! I promise…I will be here to meet you with a kiss when you come home from 'a hard day at the….office'! And…if you're lucky…maybe a few other nice little comforting touches!" his lover assured him, with a provocative smile and a twinkle in her eye. "Like…a nice warm bath….a soothing massage…..and….," she added, having got up on her knees and starting to massage his powerful and muscular shoulders, bending down then to whisper in his ear. Whatever it was, it brought a smile to his face, that's for sure and…what man in his right mind wouldn't want a woman like that!
Relaxing into her kneading of his shoulders, Scott rested back against his lover. "Promise!"
And, leaning down, she kissed his upturned face. "Of course I do. I'll be here for you always, Scott…I love you. And….we can always pretend we're…Mr and Mrs Normal-Couple-Next-Door…when we go to…our…house in Auckland," she smiled, cheekily raising her brows.
"Yeah….I think I like that. Has a nice ring to it….Mr and Mrs Normal-Couple-Next-Door!" Scott concurred after gathering her in his arms. A few seconds later, both burst into laughter.
"Scott….as well as the house being our place…..well….I'd like all the family to be able to make use of it. You know…..for whenever anyone's over on the mainland…and they don't feel like staying in a hotel…if they want somewhere more….homely…somewhere private. I want everyone to feel free to come and go…and to feel at home there….and that includes Tin-Tin and her father…and Brains too, of course," Jenna stated firmly.
"Jen….that's very generous of you. But you don't need to….the family wouldn't expect that of you," Scott replied, extremely touched by her kind offer.
"I know. But I want to do this, Scott. You've brought me into your family…you're willing to share so much…and your family have been so good to me. I just want to give something back. And besides….my mind's made up, Mr Tracy," she explained, eyeing him then with a wry smile.
He could see the adamant glint of determination in her eyes and experience had told him that once she had set her mind on a certain course of action there would be no changing it. But then…that's what he found exciting about her, that's what had lit his fire and that's what he loved her for!
"All right…you win," her lover conceded, with a grin and planting an affectionate kiss on her forehead. "I guess it would be good for the family to have a private place to use when they're on the mainland. But… we…get priority!" Scott insisted, in a mockingly serious tone.
"Oh…absolutely!" she agreed, in an equally serious manner, while trying to stifle a smile.
"Ok…we'll let Dad know what you've decided to do….and then we'll have to make arrangements to have security measures installed…and Dad might want to install some extra communications. Is that all right with you, Jen?" he added, with his usual planning efficiency having automatically kicked into gear.
"Yes, of course…whatever you think is necessary, Scott," Jenna readily agreed, quite happy for him to take control and acknowledging his field of expertise in these matters.
"And….it would be a good idea to get someone we can rely on to look after the place for us when we're not there," he further added, as he continued to think of what would be needed.
She smiled. "You think of everything, Mr Tracy….don't you!" It wasn't exactly a question that required an answer but she knew what the answer would be. With loving fondness, Jenna put her finger to his lips to stem any need for a response. "I know…..it's what you do! And you do it…so well. Like so many other things you do so beautifully well…Mr Tracy!" she added seductively, as she stroked his dark-haired chest, bringing a happy grin to his face.
"Of course, we'll pick up the tab for the work that needs doing….and from now on…I'll pick up the bills," he informed her, in a manner that suggested he would have no argument.
"Scott! I can't let you do that….it…it doesn't seem…fair! I mean…the security measures and that are one thing…..but I can't expect you to pay all my bills," Jenna replied, more than touched by his generous offer.
But now it was his turn to…turn the tables! "But it's what I want to do, Jen. I love you and I want to take care of you…take care of us. The house will stay in your name, though…but I'll pick up the bills. Anyway…my mind's made up," Scott insisted, turning his face away slightly, with a look of smug satisfaction, while trying to stifle a smile.
And what could she do! Her man was obviously being equally as stubborn as she was. Half laughing, she rolled her eyes in exasperation. "All right…all right….you win, Mr Tracy. I guess there's no good arguing."
His raised eyebrows and little smile told her all she needed to know, that she hadn't a chance in hell. Shaking her head, with a smile, she gave him a loving kiss.
As they reclined contentedly in each other's arms, his face clouded a little. "Jen…..eh…..about earlier! I…I hope I didn't make you feel…uncomfortable," Scott winced, a little hesitantly.
"About being heavily pregnant!" his lover surmised gently, knowing he was feeling somewhat embarrassed.
"Yeah. I mean…I don't want you to think…. I mean…not yet. Sometime, yeah…hopefully. That is…if….," he started to fluster in explanation. "Oh hell……!"
"Scott….it's all right. You didn't make me uncomfortable," she assured him, stroking his face in a loving gesture. "In fact….I can't think of anything more beautiful…than to be pregnant with our child."
"Really!" His face relaxed in obvious relief.
"Yeah….really. I suppose…we ought to know how we both feel…about children and…it's good to know, you're not going to freak out and run a mile, if I ever am!" Jenna smiled softly.
"Never, Jen…never," he quietly reassured his lover. Lifting her hand, he lovingly kissed her fingers, just right before he got that mischievous twinkle in his eye! "Well…now that we've got that cleared up! I really think we should get in some more practice….lots and lots of practice! Just to make sure….you know….I've got my technique right….for when the time comes!"
Already, he was making her feel weak, with groaning in her ear and kissing around her neck.
"Ohh, Mr Tracy…….there's absolutely nothing wrong…whatsoever…with your technique," Jenna sighed, with pure pleasure.
"Well….I'd still feel happier if I got in some more…practice….so just…indulge me!" Scott breathed huskily.
"Ohhh….Mr Tracy….you are…insatiable!" his lover purred with delight.
"That's only because…lady…I'm addicted to you," he groaned against her ear.
"Hmmmm….well, that's one addiction…I hope…you don't ever get cured of," Jenna smiled contentedly, as she caressed the rippling muscles of his back.
"Lady….you can bank on that," her amorous lover assured her. "I'm gonna be addicted to you…for the rest of my life."
"Then…I'd better make it my mission…to see that you stay…addicted," she moaned in his ear, while mischievously stroking the back of his neck, something she knew drove him crazy.
He groaned at the unbelievable sensations of arousal she was creating in him. "F A B...I'm…counting…on…it," Scott breathed out.
And with that, he slid them down into the bed, kissing and caressing, removing their towels as he went. He soon had her moaning in ecstasy under the onslaught of his voracious appetite, as they made hot and sensual love, long into the night, to the sound of the crashing ocean beyond, culminating in their rather vocal cries at his, once more, gloriously losing control and taking them to that place that is like no other, outside of time and beyond description.
Exhausted from his efforts, Scott gratefully collapsed into her arms, to have his body stroked and held in her loving embrace. Shortly after, Jenna rose, went to the bathroom and, on her return, took the bottled water that Scott had retrieved for them from the fridge, refreshing themselves with a much needed long cool drink. Cuddling down happily then, on his chest and wrapped in his protective embrace, the tired lovers fell asleep.
It was around 6.30am when Jenna next stirred, smiling with warm, sleepy, loving affection, at the peacefully sleeping form beside her, his arms draped lazily behind his head, over the pillow. And, she just watched him sleep, observing his chest rise and fall in the steady, easy rhythm of contented slumber, for it had been a while since his sleep had not been restless.
He stirred a little, groaning and moving in the bed, before returning to his original position. And how could she not smile at her dark haired lover, at the thought of that muscular and well defined body against hers, that body that had already given her so much pleasure and fulfilled her so totally and utterly; that body that was, right now, making her ache and just begging to be kissed all over.
Her impish smile grew, at the thought of giving him an early morning wake-up call!
Drawing her body up close to his, her hand began to roam sensually over his haired chest, while at the same time planting soft kisses, eventually concentrating on his zones of pleasure. Such a small hard nub of flesh in comparison with the whole body yet, packed so full of sensitive receptors that, when properly stimulated, has the capacity to drive a person crazy with ecstatic delight. Which was obviously her intention for, at first, he started to stir, feeling her warm body next to his and her talented hands caress him then the heat of arousal began its unstoppable rush through his body, causing deep, throaty sexual groans to escape his lips.
He cracked open a sleepy eye and smiled contentedly, enjoying the sensations his lover was creating in him. The normally resourceful planner and pilot's natural instinct, though, was for dominance, which was evidenced when he then, automatically, went to roll over on her, to 'take' her. But he found his sexual excitement mounting, his breathing becoming more rapid, when she stopped him, hooking her leg over his powerfully muscular thigh and spreading her hands up along his arms, pinning them to the pillow, behind his head.
Not, of course, that she ever had any chance of actually, physically, stopping him, had he a mind to 'take' her or of actually pinning him to the bed by her body weight alone. He could have 'taken' her easily, through sheer strength but this was going to be one occasion when he would be more than happy to relinquish his domination in favor of letting her have her way with him and having her do all manner of delicious things.
Sliding up his body, Jenna kissed around his throat and neck and whispered softly in his ear. "Not so fast, lover. Now it's my turn….and I'm going to make you feel…sooo good. So why don't you just….lie back …and enjoy!"
And, with an offer like that, what man in his right mind would refuse!
Sleepy deep blue eyes sparkled and danced in anticipation of what she would do to him, allowing his body to weaken as he, willingly, handed over control and succumbing to the erotic thrill of allowing himself to be totally helpless. It reminded him, in some small measure, of when he first lay helpless and vulnerable at her hands, when he had endured his 'sweet agony' but now, of course, there was no embarrassment, only longing for her to bring him ultimate fulfilment, to bring his body into 'vertical climb' and tip him over the edge.
Groaning contentedly, he enjoyed the deep and sensual rhythm of their kiss, after she had sought his mouth, even more so when she had pulled herself fully up over him, causing his, long since, hardened arousal to burn with hot angry fire.
She was merciful, not making him wait any longer, though it was debatable whether what she next did to him was merciful or the most exquisite torture. For him it was both, as his senses became bathed in the most indescribable pleasure. Oh gawd, she was good, she was sooo good.
He watched her for as long as he could before the granite-like, rugged features of International Rescue's so-in-control Field Commander gave way to grimaces and contortions of beautiful agony. His eyelids flickered, his eyes rolled and, pushing his head back, he grasped and clawed at the pillow behind him, as his back arched up off the bed. Breathing hard and biting his bottom lip, Scott fought hard to stave off the inevitable rush.
"Oh gawd, Jen…. Pleeease….baby….please….I…I….can't…..," came the groaning pleas.
And how could she not smile to herself, for there was something so ultimately satisfying about reducing your strong, passionate lover to a quivering, begging wreck.
His pleas were, of course, rewarded, since her own body was longing for satisfaction. They watched each other intently, as she, at last, straddled him and, unable to take anymore of her tantalising tease, he pushed her down hard onto himself with a co-ordinated upward thrust of his hips, bringing an audible gasp of delight from them both.
Striking cobalt blue eyes danced and burned with the fire of erotic thrill, at watching her pleasure herself on him in beautiful, undulating and fluid motion, while his strong hands caressed her. Very quickly, his body went into 'vertical climb' and the heat of his 'coming' completely consumed him, washing over him, as his body exploded in sensation.
Now it was his turn to hold her in the strength of his loving embrace. Completely happy and totally fulfilled, they deep kissed in the post-orgasmic afterglow. Oh man! What a way to wake up in the morning, he groaned contentedly to himself.
It was mid morning before Jenna stirred again, stretching and sighing contentedly. There was something so luxuriantly sinful about having a long, lazy lie-in with no immediate hurry to get dressed, especially when she had been so used to always being up and having a structured routine to her day in looking after her patient. Speaking of which, she realised he was no longer in their bed but then a warm and loving smile spread across her face at what she saw.
On his pillow, beside her, lay the most beautifully exquisite red rose, devoid of thorns and perfect in form, its petals like softest velvet. Picking it up, she stroked it along her face and breathed in the heavenly scent, smiling quietly to herself at the loving message it symbolised. An impishly wry smile then spread across her face at hearing the running water of the shower.
Slipping from their bed, she headed for the bathroom, stopping to gaze and admire, for a moment, her lover enjoy the caressing warm water of the shower, as it cascaded over his body. Silently, she joined him in the walk-in shower area, a shower that boasted the very latest in power showering technology and was screened off against the far wall by a curved lightly frosted panel which, while offering some measure of privacy gave the onlooker the tantalisingly muted view of the naked form within.
With his hands spread out against the tiled wall and his head lowered, allowing the refreshing water to course down his body, Scott Tracy smiled with quiet satisfaction. He knew she was there, he sensed her and he knew she would come and join him; he only wondered what had taken her so long.
Without words, Jenna poured shower gel into her hands and began to, sensuously and seductively, wash his back, lingering with loving care over the scars across his shoulder blades that now hid the place where she knew he'd been shot all those years ago. He rolled and rotated his head, relishing the fact of having his lover wash him, in what was to become a totally new way of showering for both of them. This was more than just about getting clean; it was a totally intimate bonding experience and was to prove both hot and steamy!
He gave her the same loving attention, of course, washing her body all over but before long, his desire to fulfil another of his fantasies proved too great. Seeking her mouth in hot and needy kisses, he reached down, grasped her under her thighs and quickly lifted her up over his hips. Pushing her back against the cool, tiled wall for support, she wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist, where he then proceeded to 'take' her, with strong and determined rhythmic thrusts, causing them to become quite vocal, in competition with the running water of the shower.
It may have been quick but boy, was it hot, was it was steamy and was it ever intense. What was there about the bathroom that just seemed to induce the need for hot and heavy sex! No one would ever be able to accuse them, though, of not being varied in their lovemaking and the one thing that would dominate their relationship was red-hot passion.
Their 'energetic' efforts, of course, meant they had to wash each other all over again but, somehow, they didn't seem to mind, after all, they had a lazy day ahead of them, with no interruptions! Back in the bedroom and having wrapped herself in a warm towel after drying off and with Scott in his white towelling robe, she just couldn't contain her curiosity any longer; she had to ask about the rose.
"Scott…I know you're a…very…resourceful man…but where did you get such a beautiful rose!" Jenna queried, fingering again its perfect form and breathing in its scent.
Smiling with quiet satisfaction he pulled her into his arms, to kiss her deeply. He was one very happy and contented man right now.
"Do you like it?" he asked, with the quiet pleasure of knowing it pleased her.
"Yes, of course, I love it….it's beautiful…it's perfect. What woman wouldn't want to be given such a red rose," she responded enthusiastically.
"It could never be more beautiful than you….or as perfect as our love," he returned in serious reflection, while stroking her face before a mischievous twinkle and cheeky grin lit up his handsome features. "But…it's the closest thing I could find…so it'll have to do. Oh…by the way…don't tell Kyrano I said that. It's one of his roses that he grows in the gardens."
And how could she not smile at him. "And…eh…just when did you…borrow…one of Kyrano's roses, Mr Tracy!"
"I got up real early….before you were awake," he answered, smilingly holding her questioning gaze. "I just wanted to give my special lady something…special…to say, 'I love you'"
The thought of him going down into the garden, well before anyone else was up and probably before the sun was even fully up, to pick a perfect rose for her, she found deeply touching, bringing more of a loving smile to her face.
Tenderly, she kissed him, feeling herself to be one very lucky woman. "I love you so much, Scott. Just promise me, though….you won't strip the garden of all Kyrano's roses! I think he might…just notice!" she laughed, with a little raise of her brows.
Scott wrapped his arms tighter round her waist and swayed her against him. "I promise. Next time…I'll just import them in!" he replied in all seriousness. "For you, Jen….I would import every flower in the world."
And she could quite believe he would, at that. Reaching up, she gave him a long, lingering loving kiss.
"Just hold that thought, lady. I won't be long…..I'll be right back. And by the way….don't bother getting dressed," he grinned, his eyes twinkling in boyish mischief.
And with that, he left the suite, leaving her with a look of puzzled bemusement.
