Zoe pulled the curtains closed in the bedroom, the heat from the radiator beneath the window making her shiver.
Max pulled his jumper up and over his head, tossing it onto the floor, missing the chair by the door and hopped into bed quickly, pulling up the duvet whilst pulling off his trousers and underpants. Zoe raised an eyebrow.
"Quick! Get in..."
He ushered her with a wave of his hand before pushing his arm back under the duvet and pulling it up to just above his chin.
She smirked.
"What?"
He asked, shivering against the cold of the mattress.
"Is this your idea of foreplay now that we're officially a couple?"
She asked, amused. He bit the skin of his bottom lip against a smile.
"Just preparing you for life as an old married couple."
He grinned, watching as she slipped free of her clothes and her skin bristled with goose bumps.
She pushed back the duvet further than was necessary making him wince with the cold air that buffeted against him as she clamoured in next to him, pushing her cold toes into the crease behind his knees.
"Old married couple hmm?"
She murmured, manoeuvring his right arm so that she could rest her head against his chest.
"Mmm."
He breathed, kissing her forehead.
"Which reminds me. What do you think of when I say the word, "Switzerland", to you?"
He asked, his breath making her hair flutter into her eyes. She pushed it back beghind her ear with her fingers.
"I don't know, you've never said it to me before."
She said, shifting herself again to make herself comfortable, the bend in his elbow poking into the back of her neck.
"I'm saying it to you now!"
He exclaimed.
"And don't say 'Phil Collins lives there'."
He added quickly.
"Does he?"
She asked with an arc of her eyebrow. He nudged her gently.
"Shut your eyes, think of Switzerland – what do you see?"
He asked, slipping his other hand about her waist and letting his fingers trail across the soft skin he found there.
"It's hard to think of Switzerland when you're doing that..."
She murmured against his chest. He stopped the movement of his fingers.
"Pay attention."
He whispered, smiling into her hair.
"What do you think of?"
He asked again.
Dutifully she closed her eyes and thought for a moment.
"Well?"
He asked, nudging her again in case she had nodded off.
"Nothing..."
She said with a shrug, tilting her head to look up at him. He pouted slightly.
"You must see something!"
He exclaimed.
"I don't have a visual memory...sorry..."
She breathed, shifting again so that she could raise herself up on one arm so that her upper body pressed against his own.
"Really?"
He sighed, glancing down to where her chest pushed against his.
"OK..."
She closed her eyes again, opening one slightly to look down at him.
"I see something..."
She murmured, reaching a hand down to move against the side of his body.
"I see a chocolate Phil Collins coming out of a cuckoo clock every hour, to tidy up his Nazi gold."
She whispered, opening both eyes and looking hopefully down at Max, who puckered his lips thoughtfully.
"No romantic snowy walks and good chocolate then?"
He asked. She shook her head, smiling, her hair slipping from behind her ear to fall against his chin.
"No..."
She whispered, dipping her head, lowering herself down on top of him, feeling his body stiffen against her as she let her lips brush against his in a fleetingly teasing kiss.
"Why all the questions...?"
She asked quietly, pausing, her mouth only millimetres from his. He paused, his mind losing focus as she kissed him again.
"Just one more."
He whispered.
"And if you get this one wrong, then you have to, erm, have a shower with me..."
He added. She frowned.
"A shower?"
She asked. He nodded.
"Like the one we had at Charlie's..."
He murmured.
"Ah...that sort of shower..."
She felt herself blush as she remembered...
"Ok...are you ready?"
He asked. She nodded, frowning slightly with her best thoughtful expression. He shifted as he pondered a question and she could feel his erection press hard against her inner thigh.
"OK, right...on an X-Ray of which organ would you find endocarditis or the tricuspid valve?"
He asked, his face a picture of seriousness. She laughed, taking herself by surprise.
"Someone's been listening and learning..."
She exclaimed and a smile broke across his lips.
"Well?"
He asked. She paused, biting her lip.
"Is it...Brazil?"
She asked, tilting her head so that her hair just grazed his mouth and slipped her leg over his pelvis so that her legs now rested either side of his body making him buck involuntarily with his hips.
"That's the incorrect answer I'm afraid..."
He whispered, pushing himself up on his elbows and glancing to the door to the en suite, his hands easing up to rest against her thighs.
"Damn."
She breathed, enjoying the feel of his fingers against her skin.
"Mmm..."
He murmured and glanced to the shower again.
"I'm afraid I'm going to have to make you wet..."
Max pulled his jumper up and over his head, tossing it onto the floor, missing the chair by the door and hopped into bed quickly, pulling up the duvet whilst pulling off his trousers and underpants. Zoe raised an eyebrow.
"Quick! Get in..."
He ushered her with a wave of his hand before pushing his arm back under the duvet and pulling it up to just above his chin.
She smirked.
"What?"
He asked, shivering against the cold of the mattress.
"Is this your idea of foreplay now that we're officially a couple?"
She asked, amused. He bit the skin of his bottom lip against a smile.
"Just preparing you for life as an old married couple."
He grinned, watching as she slipped free of her clothes and her skin bristled with goose bumps.
She pushed back the duvet further than was necessary making him wince with the cold air that buffeted against him as she clamoured in next to him, pushing her cold toes into the crease behind his knees.
"Old married couple hmm?"
She murmured, manoeuvring his right arm so that she could rest her head against his chest.
"Mmm."
He breathed, kissing her forehead.
"Which reminds me. What do you think of when I say the word, "Switzerland", to you?"
He asked, his breath making her hair flutter into her eyes. She pushed it back beghind her ear with her fingers.
"I don't know, you've never said it to me before."
She said, shifting herself again to make herself comfortable, the bend in his elbow poking into the back of her neck.
"I'm saying it to you now!"
He exclaimed.
"And don't say 'Phil Collins lives there'."
He added quickly.
"Does he?"
She asked with an arc of her eyebrow. He nudged her gently.
"Shut your eyes, think of Switzerland – what do you see?"
He asked, slipping his other hand about her waist and letting his fingers trail across the soft skin he found there.
"It's hard to think of Switzerland when you're doing that..."
She murmured against his chest. He stopped the movement of his fingers.
"Pay attention."
He whispered, smiling into her hair.
"What do you think of?"
He asked again.
Dutifully she closed her eyes and thought for a moment.
"Well?"
He asked, nudging her again in case she had nodded off.
"Nothing..."
She said with a shrug, tilting her head to look up at him. He pouted slightly.
"You must see something!"
He exclaimed.
"I don't have a visual memory...sorry..."
She breathed, shifting again so that she could raise herself up on one arm so that her upper body pressed against his own.
"Really?"
He sighed, glancing down to where her chest pushed against his.
"OK..."
She closed her eyes again, opening one slightly to look down at him.
"I see something..."
She murmured, reaching a hand down to move against the side of his body.
"I see a chocolate Phil Collins coming out of a cuckoo clock every hour, to tidy up his Nazi gold."
She whispered, opening both eyes and looking hopefully down at Max, who puckered his lips thoughtfully.
"No romantic snowy walks and good chocolate then?"
He asked. She shook her head, smiling, her hair slipping from behind her ear to fall against his chin.
"No..."
She whispered, dipping her head, lowering herself down on top of him, feeling his body stiffen against her as she let her lips brush against his in a fleetingly teasing kiss.
"Why all the questions...?"
She asked quietly, pausing, her mouth only millimetres from his. He paused, his mind losing focus as she kissed him again.
"Just one more."
He whispered.
"And if you get this one wrong, then you have to, erm, have a shower with me..."
He added. She frowned.
"A shower?"
She asked. He nodded.
"Like the one we had at Charlie's..."
He murmured.
"Ah...that sort of shower..."
She felt herself blush as she remembered...
"Ok...are you ready?"
He asked. She nodded, frowning slightly with her best thoughtful expression. He shifted as he pondered a question and she could feel his erection press hard against her inner thigh.
"OK, right...on an X-Ray of which organ would you find endocarditis or the tricuspid valve?"
He asked, his face a picture of seriousness. She laughed, taking herself by surprise.
"Someone's been listening and learning..."
She exclaimed and a smile broke across his lips.
"Well?"
He asked. She paused, biting her lip.
"Is it...Brazil?"
She asked, tilting her head so that her hair just grazed his mouth and slipped her leg over his pelvis so that her legs now rested either side of his body making him buck involuntarily with his hips.
"That's the incorrect answer I'm afraid..."
He whispered, pushing himself up on his elbows and glancing to the door to the en suite, his hands easing up to rest against her thighs.
"Damn."
She breathed, enjoying the feel of his fingers against her skin.
"Mmm..."
He murmured and glanced to the shower again.
"I'm afraid I'm going to have to make you wet..."
More soon! I will try to update tomorrow (it's my birthday though so I may be busy) but if not I promise to update on Monday xxx
Oh and a quick question, I am currently planning the sequel (title: Alphabet Soup in Hurricane Season) would you prefer it if I carried straight on, or skipped in time just a little (or a lot)? Just wondering... ;) xxx