This is a lime sidestory to Pages. Pages can be found at
http://www.thekeep.org/~lara/pages/index.html
There is also a cue in the fic that says to begin music. There's
a song that goes along with this story, and if you're interested
in the full effect, you'll have to go find it for yourself. It's
called 2Wicky by the group Hooverphonic. Providing lyrics won't
help because it's more about the music than the words. Enjoy.
4:44
by Lara Bartram
She gave him a smile that he might have called coy if he thought
her capable of being coy. "What are you--"
Her fingers over his lips quieted him.
If that's what she wanted, he could play that game. He gave her a
questioning look, and received a silent laugh in response.
Her hand gripped his tighter than before, and pulled him down the
hallway.
This was different, her leading him to the bedroom, but he knew it
wouldn't be as simple as that. This was something quite different, and he
was rather anxious to see what was waiting for him.
She pushed the door open, still wearing that smile, and led him
inside.
The room was "decorated" with a dizzying array of candles, filling
the air with a heady, fruity aroma. He felt light-headed for a moment,
but also definitely excited, especially when she pulled him to the center
of the room, and tried to wrap her entire body around his.
She didn't initiate a kiss though, which was a bit strange for her.
Instead, she ran her hands all up and down his back, then his chest.
He tried to caress her shoulder, but she pushed his hand away and
shook her finger slowly at him. So she wanted to tease... He could
manage that. For a little while.
She began to undo the buttons of his shirt, not quickly, but not
slowly either. She was doing it in a rather leisurely manner, and by the
smile on her face, enjoying it immensely.
"You're such a god damned tease," he whispered as his shirt came
undone.
She grinned at him as her hands worked at his belt buckle. "How
dare you talk to your wife like that." Then at the button, and next, the
zipper.
"My wife," he replied quietly, one corner of his mouth turned up
slightly, "likes to torture her husband."
She stood straight, her nose less than an inch from his. "My
husband..." Her hand reached into his pants and forced them to fall while
cupping his burgeoning erection. "I've discovered he likes to be tortured
by his wife. Strange, isn't it?"
Her voice was mocking him, but there was no mistaking the way her
breast swelled as she breathed or the hungering look in her eyes.
[begin music]
"Not at all." His eyes widened as her hand came up and shoved
him with surprising strength, drawing a gasp of surprise when he fell back
upon their futon.
Instead of following him, she took a step back. With her hands
starting on the sides of her thighs, she ran them up slowly, over her
hips, across her ribs, and up to her breasts. She cupped them
momentarily, before releasing them and running her hands down to her
stomach.
The blouse pulled loose from her skirt easily, and the silver caps
of each snap shone with a hypnotic glow amidst the dancing candle light.
They pulled apart easily enough, revealing her smooth, flat stomach at
first, then seductive glimpses of the bra she was wearing.
Eyes glued firmly to the vision before him, he kicked off his
pants the rest of the way, and pulled off his shirt. This was a very
welcomed surprise, and one he would have never imagined from her. She was
so very shy sometimes...
With her shirt undone all the way, she changed targets. Moving
gently, swaying her lithe body to some unheard song, her fingers plucked at
the zipper of her skirt. With care that excited him to new heights, she
lowered it, and allowed the skirt to cascade down her legs.
It pooled around her feet, where she lifted it delicately with one
toe, and flung it at him. Leaning back on his elbows, he was unable to
catch it before it hit him square in the face. When he finally managed to
pull it away, she had her back turned to him with her hips swaying gently.
The shirt covered the white satin panties he knew she was wearing,
and made her appear relatively shapeless. That disappointment was quickly
banished when the shirt was lowered from her shoulders and allowed to
droop part-way down her back.
He watched her push her left bra strap down, her head turned to
watch it, then the other, all the while watching him out of the very
corner of her eye. "See anything you like?"
"Not yet."
The shirt slipped from her arms and fluttered to the floor.
"Better."
"You're a greedy man."
"If you knew my wife the way I do..."
She turned, arms hugging herself, looking so utterly vulnerable,
and asked, "Intimately?" Her eyes were half-lidded, gazing at him with
smoldering intensity.
"Completely." He wanted to stand and take her in his arms, but he
couldn't bring himself to ruin the display she was putting on for him,
with her body still swaying slowly. Besides, she couldn't go on
forever; she'd have to take those clothes off eventually.
"You're also a bad man. I bet you'd just love it if I..."
Instead of speaking of it, she turned so her back was to him once again,
and pushed down the straps of her bra until she could maneuver her arms
out of them.
Like a snake sliding out of its skin, she pulled the bra up over
her breasts, then completely off, slowly rotating back around while
tantalizing him with measured gyrations of her hips.
"Be a dear and hand me that bottle on the table," she said and
paused in her turn, denying him the view.
Frantically, he looked for the bottle she was speaking of.
Finding it, he grabbed it and started to rise to hand it to her. A gentle
shake of her head stopped him though.
She gestured with her fingertips, her back still to him, her hair
mostly hiding her face. Her body was still moving to whatever music she
was listening to in her head.
Hands almost shaking, he softly tossed the bottle in her
direction, aiming for over her shoulder. He hadn't even noticed what it
looked like or what was in it.
She managed to catch it, barely changing the position of her body,
and never stopping her mesmerizing seduction. She lifted it into the air,
tilted her back, then turned the bottle over.
Only then did he notice that it was clear, and the liquid that
dribbled out was clear as well, though it filled the air with the scent of
flowers, managing to overpower the candles.
Her body held like that for a moment, the liquid continuing to
pour out over her skin, then she dropped the bottle to the floor. Her
arms moved and her hands slid through the oil running down her chest. She
had managed to seduce herself with her rhythmic movements and subtle
touch, the candles lending an almost unreal feeling to it all.
Her skin felt extra hot as she smeared the cool liquid up and over
her breasts, up her neck, and down her stomach. In something near a
trance, she opened her eyes and gazed at a flickering candle in front of
her. With one hand still caressing her own body, she reached out with
oily fingers and pinched the flame out.
He watched, rapt with attention, as she moved fluidly to each
candle and extinguished it, keeping her back to him at all times. he
could see her sides glisten in the dimming light where she had spread that
slippery liquid.
With only one candle remaining, she finally turned and presented
herself to him. Her entire body shone, and the fact that she still had on
her panties made it that much more fascinating to him. It was like a
gift, a new toy, all for him.
"Intimately?" she whispered, her hands sliding up her stomach and
over her breasts.
"Intimately," he answered, and reached to rub his hand up her
side, approaching the swell of her bosom.
She lowered herself to the futon, kneeling over him, then bent
down to kiss him, allowing her tongue to teasingly brush against
his. Reaching over, looking out of the corner of her eye, she put out the
last candle, then submitted to her passions...
[FADE TO BLACK]