Chapter 7: The Spark
It's six o'clock on the dot when Caroline pulls into the drive, silently congratulating herself on her punctuality. She gets out of the car and heads into the house, depositing her coat and purse on the hook by the door. She calls to Fiona, but gets no answer so she makes her way further into the house to find her. She's not in the kitchen or den, so she turns down the hall to make her way to the stairs.
As she approaches the door to the laundry room she hears a rustle, so she stops in the doorway to look. Fiona is standing in front of the dryer, watching intently inside it, her back to the door. She is wearing knit trousers, but from the waist up is topless. Caroline stands quietly in awe, marveling at her smooth skin, the lean muscles and the sexy curve of her back as it slopes down sensuously into her trousers. Mmmm, her back is exquisite. I could just go in, slip my arms round her waist and kiss her delicious neck. Caroline feels the unmistakable tingle of longing as it starts to ignite between her legs.
The feeling of being watched registers with Fiona and she spins around quickly, grabbing the nearest thing to cover her breasts. She sees Caroline standing there, and she's sure that she's been standing there staring.
"Oh god, I'm sorry, sorry…." Caroline quickly makes a half turn and raises her hand to shield her eyes, hoping to God she hasn't been made out.
"Umm, sorry, I was just, I was just waiting on my bra to finish drying. I, umm, spilled some grape juice earlier and of course it's the one I need for tonight. I didn't hear you come in…sorry," she reaches in the dryer, tests that her bra is dry, then turns her back, discarding the towel she had picked up to put on her bra and the shirt that was in there with it. Caroline wills herself to move out of eye sight, but her growing desire freezes her to the spot. Fiona turns and walks to the door.
"Sorry again, didn't mean to give you an eyeful," she says with an apologetic smile, almost winking as she says it, but losing her nerve at the last second. Caroline opens her mouth to respond, but can only manage to make a slight mumble.
"I've got to get ready, but I won't be long. We could have a glass of wine before I go, if you like. Flora's already in bed, she fell asleep while we were watching Shrek." She heads off up the stairs without waiting for a reply, the look on Caroline's face already giving her the answer she needed.
She was staring. I caught Caroline McKenzie-Dawson staring at my naked back and she was rendered speechless, she thinks, an amused smile breaking across her lips, yearning budding quickly in her core.
Caroline watches Fiona ascend the stairs, still not quite able to move. Once she's finally out of sight Caroline releases her breath and heads to the kitchen for the wine. She stops at the sink, turns on the cold water, and splashes her face liberally, desperately trying to calm the butterflies doing gymnastics in her stomach. Wow, did she look sexy. I want to kiss her, caress every curve and hollow…God, get ahold of yourself Caroline. After she feels sufficiently calmed she pours herself a glass of wine and sits at the table to wait for Fiona.
Half an hour later Fiona makes her way down the stairs. Caroline can hear her heels clicking on the floor and her heart starts beating faster before she's even seen her. Fiona walks into the kitchen and Caroline's eyes nearly fall out of her head. She's wearing a deep red wrap dress, with a dangerously low neckline, showing ample amounts of cleavage that send Caroline's brain into a tailspin. The bottom of the dress hangs loosely over her curvaceous hips hitting her just below the knees. Her black satin heels make her legs look delectable, a physical attribute Caroline has never really paid much attention to before. Her hair is down and in a wavy, sort of slept in style. Smokey eyes and red lips complete her look. Caroline catches herself staring, mouth agape, and hurriedly gets up to busy herself with pouring a glass of wine.
"Well, how do I look?" Fiona asks huskily with a twirl and a seductive smile. I hope you like it, I picked it out just for you.
"You, umm, you look….stunning." Caroline walks to the end of the counter and hands Fiona the glass of wine, as she takes a sip from hers, attempting to hide the stimulation in her eyes. They stand in an awkward silence, the electric charge of sexual energy in the air. Fiona takes a large swallow to finish her wine then sets the glass on the counter. She desperately wants to kiss Caroline, but she just can't work up the nerve to do it. God, I want to taste those tantalizing lips and run my fingers through her soft hair. I want to kiss every inch of her body. She takes a step closer, desire burning bright in her jade eyes as they languidly gaze into Caroline's baby blues. Caroline shudders slightly from the nearness of their bodies, the tension between them almost too much to bear. Fiona loses her nerve and takes a step back, willing the wild flutter in her stomach to subside.
"Well, I best be off. Brian wants to review the set list early because we are trying a new arrangement. I do wish you could come, it's a shame Celia and Alan aren't here to watch Flora. I'll be back late, so you don't have to wait up." She makes a quick exit out of the kitchen and to the door, feeling a bit foolish for losing her nerve.
Caroline stands speechless in the kitchen, her heart pounding in unison with the pulsing between her legs.
I am ready; I have to tell her I'm ready. I can't go without touching her any longer.