Tempus Ferati – Hot Water
Author: Kadyn
"Hey, you ready to go?" He looks up at me nods and climbs to his feet.
Rick watches him get up from the bench. "You going to be out all night?"
What is he my Mom?
"Keep your shirt on, we aint going far." Daryl doesn't even know where we're going yet; but Rick's continued unease with our leaving occasionally still irks him.
"We'll be fine; I know exactly where we're going." And I double checked it just yesterday to make sure before I drag him out there that everything is still cleared out and safe. Make sure that everything is in perfect order for what I have planned.
"Grab the keys." I'm already grabbing the small bag I packed. Everything else we might need I moved yesterday, otherwise he might rifle through my stuff and ruin the surprise.
He doesn't comment on the fact that we're driving to our destination; we don't usually need too unless we're hunting. But today it's a necessity.
I'm up on the roof and already climbing down the ladder when he catches up to me. Crossbow strap slung over his shoulder, truck keys obviously in his pocket.
We both hop down onto the pavement without comment and climb into the front seat of the big black truck he's so fond of using.
"You gonna tell me where we're goin?" He's staring at the small bag I packed on the seat between us.
"Nope." I grin at him. "But I promise you're going to love it, Just drive."
He stares at me for almost a full minute, that carefully blank expression that usually means he's trying to figure me out. I do my best to give him nothing but a quick grin. Pointing my finger towards the direction he should take us.
It doesn't take us long to get there using the truck, much faster than yesterday with me jogging it.
He doesn't say anything when I direct him to pull down the long gravel driveway, or when I open my door to slide out of the truck in front of the house, taking the bag with me. He just turns off the truck, climbs out and follows me inside through the front door.
When the door is shut behind us again, this time locked I head straight up the stairs, don't have to look back to know he's following me.
I push open the door to the room at the far end of the hall, toss the bag onto the dresser top and walk straight into the bathroom. He shuts the door to the room, leans his crossbow against the wall after a quick glance around and follows me into the next room.
I can tell he wants to ask me what the Hell we're doing here; but I'm about to show him and I'm not going to ruin one of my best surprises yet.
I open the shower door, reach inside and twist the knobs starting the water up. He's standing in the doorway to the bathroom watching me while I pull my sleeved shirt over my head, then my tank top.
He doesn't move beyond the slightest shift in his stance, just watching me through the clear glass door, I try not to blush in just my pants and boots.
"Come here,"
He crosses the room slowly, stands next to me so close I can watch his eyes shift from that stormy clear blue to the darker ocean hue of blue grey. I grab his hand when he reaches for me; hold it out under the spray of water instead.
I can tell the moment it goes from cold to warm and then hot by his expression. His eyes jerking from my face to the water jetting out of the wall in surprise. I couldn't tell him before without ruining it; this is one of those green energy houses; solar panels on the roof keep the water hot, and some of the lights working on a really bright day. There are far too many of those big modern plate glass windows downstairs to live here, the house is far too exposed; but it's prefect for a quick visit…
"Happy Birthday."
His breath huffs out, voice a thick drawl as he stares down at me, makes my pulse quicken.
"Aint my damn Birthday."
He pulls his hand back, places it on my waist wet fingers leaving water drops on my skin, they trickle down my side tickling.
"Hmm no, but it could be…unless you don't want your present?" His eyes slide down to my bare chest he moves into me in the space it takes me to blink and then my mouth is suddenly occupied with activities that don't involve words…not complete ones anyway.
I moan against his mouth, feel his fingers slide to the buckle on my pants while I toe off my boots and start stripping his clothes off as fast as I can. He breaks the kiss to jerk his t-shirt over his own head, boots kicked halfway across the room in the next second. He's already stepping out of his pants and then pushing me under the hot spray, hands sliding over my sides tracing the pattern of cascading water droplets down my pale skin.
"So we drove half an hour to take a shower?"
"No. We drove half an hour to take a Hot shower."
I rise up on my toes press my body against him, yank his head down to mine and let my hands slip over his back shifting our positions so the water hits him instead. Let it run in thick rivulets down his back over his shoulders and down his chest while my hands follow their varied paths; his breath picking up speed under my palms.
I pull back from his embrace, can feel him watching me when I turn, bend over and pick up one of the bottles I brought yesterday. He watches me turn the bottle upside down, squeeze a generous amount of liquid onto my palm and start working it over my skin. I don't touch my hair seeing as it's braided up against the back of my neck twisted into an almost figure 8 knot.
After a moment he grabs the bottle from the shelf I placed it on and follows the same routine. Taking a moment to simply enjoying the spray of blissfully hot water while working the lather through his hair, down over his abs, stepping back to rinse the suds in white foamy rivers down his chest before pulling me back flush against his body. His hands quickly replacing mine; slipping over every inch of slick bubble covered skin, making each pass of his palms a teasing caress.
Then he's turning me so my back is pressed to his warm chest, his hands still slick with soap bubbles as they travel over my breasts, circling my nipples while my head tips back against his chest sighing his name. His hands stay on the move smoothing down my belly to dip between my legs.
I gasp, raise my arms to lean my hands against the wall. I close my eyes and concentrate on the hot water racing down my spine, his hands sliding over my skin. I gasp and moan his name when he parts my folds with one finger, slips a single digit into my heat palm pressing firmly over my clit.
I curse, press into his hand when he withdraws; adds a second digit curling against my entrance, sliding into my depths, testing and spreading my own wet heat. He groans against my back, fingers sliding faster against me making sure I'm ready for him.
His lips move over my skin; nipping and pressing open mouthed kisses down my neck from ear to shoulder then slowly back up again while one of my hands slips through his wet hair behind me, cupping his neck holding him to me so he can slide his teeth along my earlobe.
He hums in approval when I buck against his hand crying out; my walls twitching and trembling around his fingers. I press my hips back towards him feel his cock twitch against my back, his breath leaves him in a strangled moan as I rub against him.
"How much hot water are we talking about here?" His voice is thick and tight, hands sliding up to grip my hips.
I spin in his arms, hands slipping up his biceps to his shoulders, his hands drop to my hips lift me up, press my back to the cool tile wall behind us while my legs wrap around his waist. I gasp tilt my hips feeling him slip over my entrance. "Enough."
He thrusts into me, one quick breath stealing, mind altering movement that has me clinging to his back, rocking my hips towards him while he curses my name against my neck, fingertips tightening over my hips, sliding up my sides, around my back to fist in my still braided hair, jerking my head back almost violently so his mouth can attack mine.
We're all tongue and lips and teeth and sharp nips, while he groans into my mouth, rolls his hips thrusting into my heat, my spine pressed to the wall with each harsh twist leaving me arching, groaning, shaking around him, white hot fire pooling low in my belly spreading out farther and farther with each thrust of his hips; each roll of my pelvis against his. Water still racing down our skin.
Steam curls through the air, hot droplets slide down his abdomen turning his skin slightly pink, adding more color to the flushed skin of his cheeks as he pounds into me breathing fast.
His hands grasp my waist keeping me pinned to the wall, my thighs locked around his hips as he shifts his feet, deepens his angle and has me bucking forward with a sharp cry on his next thrust. My nails are sliding down his back pulling him closer as I spasm and seize around him burying my face against his neck feeling him ride out my waves. A harsh grunt of my name pulled from him as his cock drives into my heat deeper and deeper with each sharp roll of his hips, every thrust making me curse and twitch, back arching from the tiles now warm from a combination of steam contact with hot skin.
He finally pauses to let me catch my breath just as my head is starting to spin in lazy circles.
I lean my head back against the wall, breathing quick, pulse fluttering in my ears, pleasure still swirling in tingling waves through my belly. He pulls back slowly, hips jerking forward again without warning pinning me to the tile while I tighten my legs on his waist, wrap my arms tighter around his neck lifting myself higher; practically climbing his chest so I can kiss him, slant my lips over his.
I trace my tongue over his bottom lip, feel him tilt his chin, his fingers on one hand cupping my neck sliding around to the back of my head to hold me closer.
He's taking control of our embrace again; pull me impossibly tight against his chest, tongue warring with mine, diving into my mouth wild and reckless and hot groaning my name against my mouth, cursing against my lips when I tighten around him every nerve and muscle seizing with intense pleasure.
My back hits the tile wall, pressed flush against its surface while his thrusts turn rough, impulsive and wild his mouth pouring over mine, his hands locked around me stopping any small withdrawal I might make, even to try to catch my breath, try to contain the sensations slamming through me...it's so good...and almost too much at the same time...I shudder and buck against him gasping into his mouth.
I'm positive that if it wasn't for his hand cupping my neck, mouth taking over mine swallowing every sound I utter; I'd probably pull back to bury my head against his neck and scream because the sensations arching up my spine with each slamming piston of his hips has me trembling all the way to my toes...
Intense mind blowing pleasure almost bordering on pain storms through me, races up my spine overwhelming my senses like a wildfire of heat and want and need and…Jesus Christ if he stops I'm going to kill him… I whimper into his mouth and he growls my name in answer fingers tightening, thrusting faster…and deeper and Oh God…
My vision nearly goes dark, muscles spasm and jerk, my back bowing way from the wall like a live wire when another wave of heat peaks deep in my core, spirals out taking him crashing down with me as he bucks his hips with wild frenzied thrusts driving himself all the way to the hilt while my walls spasm and clench around him pulling him deeper, tighter, dragging a groan and curse and a low growl of my name from somewhere deep in his chest while my stomach does a silly little flip.
The firestorm of my release races up my spine, somehow still taking me by surprise even though I felt it building. It explodes behind my eyes in a private firework display that has me screaming his name into his mouth, fingers fisted in his hair, nails digging into his shoulder hips tightening as I practically climb his chest trying to escape the sensation and surrender to it all at the same time.
…I can't think….can't breathe…can't do anything but feel him buried deep inside me. Hot and thick and pulsing; claiming me with each slam of his hips, every grunt of my name against my skin and oh God…
My mind spins out of focus; there's just searing heat, and spine tingling pleasure and that hot perfect, demanding mouth on mine and Oh my dear fucking god if he rolls his hips one more time…
Fuck.
I tumble impossibly over the edge again, still not having come down from the second release still spasming deep in my core, I haven't even caught my breath… It shouldn't be possible but somehow it is and I feel his own orgasm deep inside me in response.
Can't miss the distinctive sound he utters against my mouth as he swells and jerks and fills me; spills his seed deep inside me with each harsh twisting jerk of his hips, mouth never leaving mine; possessing every inch of my body with his.
I can't tell where my pleasure stops and his starts, it's all one white hot lightning storm rolling through us.
My whole spine arches, core contracts. All I am spiraling down to just the sensation of his cock slamming into me with barely controlled movements, his mouth suddenly tearing from mine so he can draw a quick breath, head dipping to my shoulder as he thrusts again finishes spilling inside me with a harsh heavy curse, hands pressing around my lower back dragging me against him so his next thrusts slams us both against the tile wall; one last grinding roll of his hips nearly sending me shuddering and quaking back into oblivion, almost tipping me back over the edge of another euphoric high.
I gasp, desperate for air against his skin, steam and hot air filling my lungs. My fingers clinging to him, arms wrapped tight around his shoulders while he exhales each ragged breath tearing through him against my neck. After a few moments his breathing slows. He presses soft kisses along my clavicle while water trickles down between us, still warm even against our overheated skin now long past the point of overheated pink...
His body twitches still deep in mine and I nearly cum around him again, cursing and clinging to him making his own arms tighten around my waist again.
"Don't move," I don't even know if he hears my plea against his neck it was so soft to even my own ears.
"You okay?" His voice is laced with concern, hands sliding down my sides, dipping back up my spine pulling me away from the wall, closer to his warm chest.
Dear lord. More than okay…
I nod against his skin, slide my fingers down his spine. "Yeah, just... if you move again I think I might cum…" and it's almost starting to hurt the last two were so intense…
He makes the most amazing sound in the back of his throat and does the exact opposite of my request.
He's slipping his hand between us to circle my clit with his thumb rolling his hips with a quick jerk that has me cursing and rolling against him seizing around him hard enough to pull a groan from his lips, my name ragged and harsh on his tongue punctuated by another harsh thrust into my trembling, shuddering release.
His mouth is buried against the side of my neck, soothing words pressed to my ear breathless and soft as I come back down. I cling to him gasping and shuddering from head to toe, draped around him boneless and weak.
He lets my feet slide down off his hips to the tile floor, keeps his arms around me, cups my cheek against his palm. His mouth sliding over mine gentle and slow, lazy almost for a few moments before he steps back; pulls me with him through hands locked around my hips pulling me back under the soft spray of water. His palms sliding over first my skin and then his own briefly rinsing us of sweat and everything else before his back twists, hands closing the knobs with a jerk shutting off the water before it can turn cold and ruin the languid heat drifting through both our bodies.
We step out of the shower not caring about the wet footprints we leave on the cool tile floor. He hands me one of the big soft towels and I dry myself slowly whole body still humming and tingling with little flutters of pleasure.
I grab a fresh tank top and lace panties from the counter top, toss him the clean pair of pants I brought yesterday and take his hand once he has them over his hips and fastened closed. I lead him out into the room, slide open the door to the balcony facing the thick trees and step outside.
His hands come up on reflex when I toss the first bottle at him.
"So, not such a bad way to spend a pretend Birthday…" I grin at him again.
He stares at the bottle in his hand, takes the opener from my outstretched fingers with a noise of approval. I watch him flip the lid up with a well practiced ease. He hands me his now opened bottle swapping it for mine; sends the next cap flying with a flick of his wrist before pocketing the opener in his jeans.
We clink the glass necks together and lean against the railing staring out into the trees. Just stand there drinking luke-warm beer, half naked in the cooling night air. Watching the wind move the leaves and the moon come up. It's silent except for the breeze; up here on the balcony you could almost forget for a few minutes what the world is like out there. I turn back to look at him when he clears his throat a few minutes later half my beer and most of his now gone.
"My Birthday... is in January…whenever the Hell that might be."
I grin at him. "Excellent, we'll just take a wild guess and celebrate all over again…"
I don't get to expand on that idea though. Daryl's already distracted me from it with his lips sliding over mine. He's pulling my beer from my fingers and setting it up on the thick wooden railing next to us. I pull back just enough to stare up at him arch my brow in question.
"Well, since it's my Birthday…" He flushes slightly staring down at me, eyes bright the barest hint of a grin twisting up the corners of his lips. It's somehow sexy and adorable all at the same time...
"Maybe we should try out that bed..."
I pull his mouth back down to me with a wicked grin of my own.
Indeed.