Marlena tried her best to keep her lips from chattering. Her plan to lure
John out onto the balcony was taking longer than she had anticipated.
She thought she had perfectly executed a shy sly smile his way when
she had stepped out onto the balcony.
She had certainly gotten his attention when, from across the room of
the Holiday adorned Chez Rouge, she tipped her long champagne
flute in his direction. He had smiled back in that knowing way that he
did when he knew Marlena was playing cute. It was icing on the cake
when the waiter came by at just that right moment to offer her a
perfectly dipped strawberry in a bright white chocolate ganache.
John’s mouth gradually opened and followed Marlena’s movements as
she slowly wrapped her flawlessly painted, shiny, crimson lips around
the white and red treat. John shook his head in awe, as always he had
to concede she was the ideal, seductive, picture. She had planned her
look down to the very last detail. He took in her look from head to toe,
thinking of all the ways he could have interfered with her trying to get
ready for this evening had they still been living together.
Her lips matched impeccably to the gown she wore. Her hair hung in
soft ringlets around her face and fell softly over her shoulders. The
gown of supple silky crushed dark cranberry velvet cut across her
shoulders, dipping just enough in the middle of her chest to give a hint
of exposed cleavage. John could imagine stealing kisses over the soft
curves, one arm around her waist while his hand wound in her hair
just enough to pull her back into a high arch so his lips had access to
the creaminess of her. The dress pulled in at the waist showing the
incredible hourglass curves she had. His eyes dropped to the long slit
up the middle exposing one or both of her long shapely legs. John had
to grit his teeth in a tight smile when he first saw her.
Marlena suddenly took a deep breath of the cold night air. To this day,
she still marveled how the little exchanges she swapped with John like
that made her temperature rise. Then she remembered how John was
not the only man who had noticed her sexy strawberry/white chocolate
display. Her shoulders slumped when it was Roman who came out of
nowhere…
“Doc! You better be careful doing things like that. You’re going to
make the ice angle on Maggie’s center display melt.”
Marlena jumped before shutting her eyes, her mood spoiled. Spinning
in the direction of her ex-husband, (not without noting that she heard
John’s sudden deep laugh from across the room) her eyes flashed.
“Roman! I didn’t know you were there…” she said exasperatedly and
turned to give John a stern look. He met her sharp look with a tip of
his own champagne flute back in her direction. She tried to be mad
but considering what she had planned for them that night, it quickly
dissipated into her lips twitching at the corners of her mouth.
In the cold night of the air she wrapped her arms tightly about her. She
really wished she had brought the wrap that went with this dress. Mina
had warned her about her choice of accessories before they left the
Penthouse.
“If I see you in another wrap, that you keep fiddling with all night, I’m
going to HANG YOU WITH IT!”
Marlena had tried to appeal that she wanted to be somewhat demure
and a shall was the best way to convey both the meaning behind the
dress and some resemblance of conservative. Giving her a good look
up and down, Mina replied:
“IN THAT?!”
Daring to take a peek through the balcony windows of Chez Rouge
the impatient Doctor couldn’t see John anywhere. She did jump back
when she thought Roman had spied her. That was the last thing she
needed. Her plans were meant for one man and one man only.
“But he better get out here before I freeze to this deck.” She mumbled
to herself. Turning she looked up into the sky. Patience. She had to
have some patience. Day by day, she had to admit, it was getting
harder. If nothing happened tonight, well, then, she’d just have to
resort to something more like Kate Roberts style. She smiled to
herself.
Mina had to agree that these two were up to drastic measures in order
to keep their committed celibacy; John had become a permanent
prune from all the cold showers he had taken. Marlena, on the other
hand, was pulled into her matter-of-fact colleague’s office.
“Will you please stop just sitting there and staring at me,” the
frustrated blonde huffed. “If you have something to say—then say it!”
Mina was not at all fazed by the other woman’s demand. Instead she
calmly began to write on a prescription pad, very specific instructions.
“You’ve been awfully short with the staff around here lately. So much
so even your secretary is beginning to feel the friction. I am going to
give you this and I intend for you to use it.” She stated and gracefully
tore the paper from its pad and between perfectly manicured nails,
spun it in Marlena’s direction. The dead-pan, steely, serious look Mina
gave Marlena off-set the colored intent of the note. And though most
would have gotten a good laugh out of the whole scene had they been
watching, Marlena turned fire engine red when she considered the
elegant scratch on the note that read: GO GET LAID! And BEFORE
John gets into the shower for the 100th time today!
“You can’t be serious?”
Mina’s look didn’t waiver one bit.
“That’s absolutely vulgar. John and I are trying to take things slowly.
We want to make sure—“
“You make everyone besides yourselves crazy? Good job! Now STOP!”
“Mina!”
“This isn’t slow, it’s a strange form of sadomasochism that is starting
to effect your behavior. You’re irritable, pensive, and short tempered
—“
“That’s just stress, the holidays are always—“
“It’s a build up of sexual frustration and energy. I’m afraid parts are
going to start dropping off soon.”
Marlena huffed out into the night. She wasn’t going to win that
argument. Even now, considering that was some time ago, she
couldn’t come up with a convincing argument; mostly, she was tired of
fighting then too. Giving in to her frustration she spun on her heel
ready to march back into the restaurant and give John Black a good
“what for”. She was stopped by the tall dark figure and his soft teasing
smile standing before her.
“Looking for me?” he said in that soft husky voice of his.
“Yes!” She said desperately. Grabbing him by the front of his dinner
jacket, she pulled him away from the doors.
“You’re going to spill the brandy!” He had the drinks hidden behind his
back in the large bulbous goblets. He allowed her to pull, all the while
enjoying the look of a “desperate Marlena”. At the edge of the balcony,
he was able to set the snifters down while she yanked at the buttons
of his coat.
“Why…Mrs. Blllaaa—Evans, are you trying to have your way with
me?” He said with a contented smile painted on his lips. She moaned
as her nose and parted mouth moved up his neck. She settled softly
parted lips on his jaw, taking a sip out of the clean shaven skin. She
even managed to let just the tip of her tongue ever so gently steal a
taste of him.
“That depends,” she whispered huskily before softly kissing his cheek.
“On?” He huffed back dropping his head to try and take a kiss. She
backed off, returning a small, soft, smile.
“Am I succeeding?” She said purposely letting her lips brush his as
she spoke. Trembling from her knowing touch John was barely able to
respond.
“Do you even have to as—“ The rest was lost in a kiss filled with
strawberries, white chocolate and champagne. She wrapped her arms
around his body, melting into the warmth of him. He surrounded her
with strong arms, chilly fingers finding the soft skin at the back of her
neck; knowing exactly how to touch her. She ended the kiss with a
deep-chested gasp, her head tipping back as he dragged his lips
across her cheek and straight to her throat. He found the sensitive
spot on her jaw line that exactly matched his; he teased with his
tongue the top of the thick cord of her neck that lead to soft milky
shoulders. He sipped equally, though more ardently, at the hollow
between her shoulder and neck. He was doing exactly what he
needed to do to make her melt from the inside out.
“John–!” It came out a soft, helpless cry.
“I know, Sweetheart, I know!” He responded finding her mouth again.
Their kisses were always exacting, conveying to each other the
amount of hunger they felt, the amount of need each was wanting,
and the demand was quickly rising. They split with a loud pop. She
huffed her demand.
“We have to go!” She took his arm and pulled him willingly along.
Although her eyes were merely smoldering slits she made a beeline
through the restaurant to the front door. She had to pull up short when
Mina jumped in front of her, out of nowhere.
“And where do you think you’re going?” Mina asked cattily. She knew
but anything to take nips at Marlena’s haughty reserve was a treat.
Lollie often bitterly referred to John’s wife as the Moralistic Ice Queen.
Marlena stopped, swallowing hard. John looked down and away from
Mina’s direct stare another smile playing at his lips. The tall stoic
blonde looked down her nose at the petite brunette.
“Home.” She said simply trying to move her and her prize to her right;
attempting to go around the miniature blockade.
“It’s early,” Mina replied in the same manner stepping with her.
“I have an early start in the morning.” Moving to her left.
“I drove you here.” Moving with her. Marlena now frustrated brushed
at hair that fell in front of her face.
“I know.” She retorted with a bitter, annoyed smile. “That’s why John
offered to take me home.”
“Reaaally?” Mina let drag out and Marlena could see she was trying
her best from letting a loud laugh escape her. Rolling her eyes and
looking away she gathered her courage before looking back with her
sternest stare.
“I am going home. HE is taking me. We can discuss this later.”
“Gonna chime her bell eh Sweets?” Was Mina’s parting shot over her
shoulder. Marlena spun with a surprised look.
“C’mon Doc…before she changes her mind.” John stated spinning his
wife back around towards the door. “She’s been patient enough to run
interference for you with Roman. You know she hates that, she may
not again, given a chance.” This was true. Marlena wasn’t all that
forthright when it came to Mina’s part in her “remedy” of Marlena’s
mood.
“If you really want me to take your advice, my dear…you’ll help me
with something.” She had said on the way over to Chez Rouge that
night.
“Ok”
“I’ll need you to…be distracting…”
“With?”
“Roman—“
“Oh HELL NO!”
It was a short conversation. Marlena had been preparing it ever since
Mina’s wrote out her lewd prescription. It apparently was enough time
for the blonde psychologist to prepare fully because it didn’t take her
colleague long to back down.
Now in the car, Marlena had not been more thankful than this moment
that the Penthouse was so close. John broke up some of the tension,
nervous tension that is, with stolen kisses at stop lights. They
managed to stay focused in spite of their growing need; taking pride in
the fact they were only honked at once.
The elevator ride was another story. It turned out the universe and
everyone in it was out to make it the most excruciatingly long ride
ever. It seemed as though Murphy’s Law was in full swing since
everyone and their distant relative were visiting and riding the elevator
up and down the building. It started out as normal. No one was in the
cozy box when they stepped into in the basement garage.
John had immediately pulled her into his arms and found her parted
lips right away. Normally Marlena would giggle in protest and after a
few seconds, pull away with a very mild scolding. This time, it took all
her strength not to start pulling clothes off. Hitting the “Stop” button
was out of the question. The Building owner made it very clear,
stopping the elevator by hitting the emergency stop would sound an
alarm in the building and the local fire station. The conservative Dr
was not up to testing that.
“Who the hell are all these people?” Marlena whispered to him when
the lift suddenly stopped, interrupting John’s second exploration of her
neck. John couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped him. Marlena’s
aggressive tone meant she was getting frustrated with having to wait.
And what she was waiting for…John groaned pulling her close. The
elevator opened up once again to allow another boisterous couple into
the elevator.
“Easy…” She said stealing one of his sayings. He nodded in
agreement. He smiled painfully at a woman that gave him a look.
Any one of the other couples who weren’t all that much of a hurry
would have told anyone who asked, the elevator ride was only 5 or 10
minutes. For the anxious couple waiting to tear each others clothes off
it seemed like days. The elevator got more crowed the higher up they
went. At some point the Blacks had been pushed into a corner. John
had slipped a protective arm around his wife’s waist. While she
pressed her back against his front, gently laying her own arm and
hand over his. She had smiled shyly, more to herself when she
realized how close they were touching.
Her eyes began to get heavy when she felt the tickle of Johns warm
breath on her shoulder; then the soft caress of his lips on her neck.
They fluttered shut when a tiny nip hit that perfect spot on the cord of
her neck. Her automatic response was to spin and find his mouth. But
in this packed tin can…all she could do was succumb to his teasing.
She couldn’t, however, stop the gasp that popped out when he both
breathed a heavy moan in her ear and let one long finger gently graze
one of her breast, “completely by accident” (he would later state
defensively). The woman who had been eyeing John, spun and now
focused her attention on his panting wife. Marlena’s eyes widened.
“Claustrophobia,” she said with an embarrassed smile. The other
woman smirked back while trying to move as far away as she could
from the couple doing strange things in the corner. John laughed.
Marlena elbowed him. When he coughed, the suspicious rider spun on
them again.
“SARS,” John said back, covering his mouth with another cough.
Marlena smiled. It worked though. On the very next floor everyone in
the elevator poured out, leaving them alone.
“You nut!” she said swatting playfully at him. He braced for it.
“Ack! No hitting!” He said grabbing her up in his arms and finally
finding her mouth again. She moaned at the contact. From an inviting
kiss to an invasion of her mouth, she turned to a warm liquid in his
arms. She melted against him, arms going around his neck, his going
around her back. Her need was reflected in the way she found his
tongue and gently sucked on it. He pulled away gently not letting her
have too much and switched positions. She moaned at his way of not
giving in to her. He always knew how to make her want more. He also
knew how easy it was for them to block out the rest of the world when
they were like this; getting carried away and into awkward situations.
The soft “ding” of the elevator signaled the end to their steamy
embrace and he pulled her out into the hallway.
He was impressed with the way she already had keys in hand and the
key in the lock when he finally began to focus. Everything in her hand
went flying as soon as he shut the door behind them. She hoped he
had managed to lock the door because she didn’t want to take the
time to check it as she pulled him up the stairs. So much for more
champagne and strawberries she had on ice in the fridge.
“No dessert?” he questioned reading her mind.
“Me, naked, upstairs, isn’t enough?” She said getting his shirt open. In
her mind she thought “You, naked, and on me is plenty.”
“That’ll work!” He said hissing and trying to get at her neck.
“Thought so…” She said back stopping long enough at the top of the
stairs to let him claim his prize. She cried out at the contact of his
tongue on the same spot his teeth had nipped at earlier. He had a way
of making her whole body tingle when he massaged the place at the
base of her neck. He then quickly moved to the other spot at the back
of her ear. This time she wrapped a one leg around his body. She
wasn’t going to make it.
“Opps!” He said stealing a kiss. “Easy now baby…we’re almost there.”
“We h-have to hurry” she managed to get out before securing his
mouth to hers. He moaned a reply and the lights went on all around
her. Looking up, he closed the door to her bed room. She was pulling
at the zipper of her velvet dress.
“Nope!” He said stopping her before she got too far. “Please,” he said
with a knowing smile. She smiled back. He sat on the bed taking her
by the arms and pulling her between his legs. Slowly unzipping her
dress hot kisses blazed a trail from her neck to the top of her breasts.
Her head went automatically back, chesty sighs escaping her.
Wherever the dress had opened to him as he pulled it from her, his
lips followed. His tongue was not far behind with its expert tickles,
caresses, or out and out sucking.
Marlena’s cry echoed in the room as a bolt of searing excitement went
from her breast he had finally gotten a hold of. He messaged the
hardened tip between his tongue and the roof of his mouth. She had
always loved the way he was able to caress her without hurting.
Roman often used to pinch and she’d often flinch and move him onto
something else. John’s expertise had always amazed her since he
had been this way ever since she had met him. For someone who
didn’t remember his past, he had picked up techniques from
somewhere…
He moaned back. Pulling her to him he wrapped his arms around her
burying his nose and face into her soft flesh. He was beginning to
shake; he couldn’t believe that he was close to losing control. Of
course, the fact that it had been over a year since he had been able to
touch her, made this moment feel like it had been an eternity. Her
hands found their way to a now naked back. She marveled at him.
The softness of his skin, the way hard muscles reacted under the
stroking of her long fingers. It was overwhelming to think that it wasn’t
that long ago she had no idea that she had spent countless hours
putting lotion on this back after hot steamy showers; showers that
started something close to what was happening now. She bent
forward; twisting enough to kissing his shoulders and back. This was
her prize for spending 20 years loving and caring for this incredible
man.
Her dress slipped to the floor in a lush heap. With a smile and a soft
moan of approval, his body reacted even more at the fact that she
hadn’t worn anything under the garment. It was freezing outside. It
was unusual that she’d walk around like that. This led him to believe
that she had thought a lot about this night. She had to. It was her
nature to plan every detail of her dress, hair, make-up, shoes, purse,
and perfume. She had something very distinctly planned to
purposefully dismiss such important garments such as panties and
stockings in an Illinois winter.
He smiled his approval at her and she met him with a bold, sexy, smile
of her own. He suddenly wondered if Mina had noticed and what the
consequences must have been. It might seem strange that his best
friend and confidant would notice something so private but she noted
anything out of the ordinary. Marlena sans the soft silky swish of
stockings would have set off a litany of questions…or had she been
the one to suggest it? Encouraged it?
“You make this so easy…” He huffed pulling her on him while he fell
back on the bed.
“I had…plans…” she said huskily. He corrected his previous thought
about Marlena…Santa suit…he reminded himself; this wasn’t
necessarily unlike his wife. Yet, she still blushed a bit at her
forwardness.
“Show me…” He said back pulling her down to kiss her again. She
moaned. Secretly, most of her plans had gone out the window back at
the restaurant. Like she had thought earlier, even to this day it didn’t
take much to ignite this passion. She wanted him quick, now, hard and
fast. She’d never say it out loud, he knew that, just as much as he
knew what her signals were and when they meant he should take her,
devour her, or move cautiously up to that perfectly timed moment
when this cool controlled Doctor tipped over into fire and fervor. He
brought it out of her; with kisses and coaxing or just being next to her
and smiling. She sighed at the thought of the way he turned her on as
he rolled her on her back.
She let him take control of kissing her like this, she had agreed to
show him how she planned to seduce him, but this gave her access to
start removing his dress pants. First, the interior button, then the
zipper. Her long elegant fingers found their way into the waistband of
his briefs. Not only did he suddenly gasp but the shaking started. He
began to squirm and his own strong fingers clamped down around her
wrist.
She groaned as he began to move away. She moved forward pushing
him back.
“Let go…” she said with a touch of a command in her voice.
“You’re gonna make me pop…” He warned her in a light singsong
voice.
“Mmm-hmmm,” she said back finding his mouth and her hand back to
the place he had pulled her from. Half on him, she pulled his tongue
into her mouth.
“I’m not kidding!” He said a little more urgently this time helping her
move her hand over the thick hardness of him. If she wanted to play
with fire…
“Ah!” She stopped him and pulled away. She heeded the warning…he
wasn’t kidding. He was getting wet and her body was responding the
same; her teeth were beginning to set. A slow throb was moving over
her and it was only going to be a matter of minutes. So much for a
slow seduction. He saw the way her eyes suddenly went to that lusty
luxurious chocolate brown.
“John…!” She managed to gasp. She was shivering uncontrollably,
teeth chattering, knees trembling, a sudden flush consumed her
beautiful breasts, up her neck and over her cheeks.
“Uh oh!” was his first thought.
“Uh-hu!” He said getting up and pulling at his pants. They were off in a
flash. “Easy sweetheart…” He said almost breathlessly planting a
knee between hers, easing her back. She protested, shaking her head
furiously, the thought that her body was going to easily calm down
was not possible. The trembling turned to an out and out shudder. She
had found the spot on his shoulder immediately.
“Doc,” he warned. But she was already beginning to hum a cry against
his shoulder. He barely made an inch or two in her before she began
to stiffen up; all over, her legs, her arms, her lips and the soft swollen
walls that surrounded him. She pulled her mouth from him with a pop
going from bowing to arching she heaved a chesty gasp.
“More!” she commanded and her hips began to move. There went
“one” he smirked to himself knowing exactly what to do. “Two” was on
its way he thought as he gently smiled at her under him. She turned
her head away, arching her back, a long cry slipped from her at the
same time as the hot waved crashed over her.
He tried to pull away to give her chest a chance to expand and pull in
air. She protested immediately. “D-d-d-ooon’t s-s-s-toooop!” the high
pitch demand sounded and she was locking down around him again.
He took a deep breath with this one especially since, now, chesty,
high-pitched, bellows began to burst from her. She feel back, a long
sob escaping her, her body half shuddering and half tightening. She
grit her teeth and the tortured pleasure wrapping itself around her in a
tight spiral, a spiral that wouldn’t let loose right away. With that he
noticed, she kept moving, an almost painful look suffusing her face.
He slowed his motions; he’d give her body a bit of a chance to
recover. She mimicked his movements but her body wasn’t having it
and after a few more strokes, her cries were starting again.
“I-i-t’s not stopping!” she said with a huffy cry. Of course not, the
analytical side of John Black interrupted his thoughts. His positioning
was all wrong. With his knees off the bed and doing nothing but hip
work, all he was going to do was rub. We was all around the “big one”.
His motions were only grazing all of his wife’s most pleasurable spots.
But he was not quite hitting the deep magical mark. The trick was how
to move his multi-climactic lover without breaking stride. Hmmm….
Wrapping strong arms around her back he rolled them both over.
Panting, she relaxed against him. Not that she minded the new
position or the break, it was nice to get off the roller coaster of quickly
escalating peaks that only dipped long enough for her to attempt to
catch a breath. Her body was quivering from all the stimulation. And
yet, something deep inside still burned, craved, needed, and
screamed for more.
“Oh! JOHN!” She gasped finally. Her hair spilled over both of their
faces while she stole hot breathy kisses. Everything was fair game,
from lips to tongue to cheeks to chin. Then suddenly she was moving.
This time he had pushed her up into a tall sit. She cried out when she
felt the deep penetration that made her back arch and her head tip
back. An inhuman sound erupted from deep in her abdomen. John’s
hand fallowed the clinching muscles; from her belly up her rib cage
over breasts to her collar bone. He expertly held her steady, one hand
at her neck, long fingers caressing her lower lip, chin and neck, the
other on a hip, rocking her smoothly against him. Smiling proudly at
the same time he gracefully moved under her; managing to get his
ankles on the bed. Sliding back he started her ride again in that expert
way he did.
“There we go…” he said softly and the words drifted up in a soft
caress. Her body flushed all over again. She managed a deep breathy
shout, her body tightening immediately. She quickly reached out for
something to steady her. She found his strong arms and held on tight.
In rhythmic yelps, her body responded. But still not as strongly as
John had hoped. She didn’t hear him clicking his teeth.
“Nope…Juuust missed it…” Falling forward again, he caught her
perfectly and rolled them both back over. Had she been able to pay
closer attention she’d have noticed he had them fully on the bed. How
he’d get her UNDER the covers when she passed out…that might take
a miracle.
She opened her eyes to see him poised above her. She took in a
deep breath. She let it out through pursed lips, long, slowly; just as
slowly as he descended on her. She reached up for the expected kiss
but he pulled away; only giving her a taste. She moaned in protest. He
lowered again just over her lips. She stretched up and only managed
to barely get a soft peck. Open mouth, lip to lip, his tongue dipped out,
caressing her upper lip, nipping at her lower lip, slipping over the
corners of her mouth. She whimpered another protest. She was going
crazy, he meant to driver her mad with his teasing kisses and expert,
erotic, penetrating message. She felt him, from his lips to her hips,
everywhere, all at once.
He was also moving, slowly, in round caressing motions. She didn’t
analyze it too much. He always knew what to do. Amazingly though,
the more he moved the hotter the room seemed to get. And the hotter
the room got the more the tension began to build. At first she stared
dreamily at him, her eyes growing darker the more excited she
became. Her lips swelling from the teasing of his internal touch, blood
pumping to all the right spots, the wave was building again.
To encourage her tiring body he dipped his head to nip at a perfectly
peaked nipple. Things had escalated so quickly, he had no proper
time to mouth the soft luscious milky mounds. Looking down at her, a
smile playing around his tickling tongue, he watched how he flawlessly
stimulated another flush of color to ascend her soft skin. That was all
she needed. She cried out helplessly arching and her body tightened
a bit more. He moaned he was beginning to allow her reactions get to
him. She was tired, this night was over, and he was ready to let go.
But he needed her responses as much as she wanted him to
continue. She had not quite climaxed the way they both knew to be
what they considered complete. There was something special
contained in their final orgasm. It was hard to describe but it was a
measure that had to be met before the night was over. Otherwise
she’d be awake halfway through the night, nudging him, until he woke
up and satiated that terminal hunger.
He backed off for another long stroke and deep push. She let out an
identical, long, low, moan, her whole body moving with him. Twisting
his hip just a little bit he moved again, in the same way. The same
movement came back at him. She let out a little struggling whimper. It
was okay, he’d take it. He could work magic with this. All she needed
was some encouragement. Buckling down and getting close, moving
her legs into another position he pressed his cheek to hers, and he
began talking…
“C’mon sweetheart, I know you’ve got that good one for me.” She
nodded breathing heavily, her eyes shut; she licked her lips, her
hands gently at his sides.
“Where is it? Hu?” he encouraged. She bit her lip as she began to
move a little bit quicker. That was a good sign something was
happening. He twisted the opposite hip and stroked deep again.
“Let it go…Marlena…” And a sudden cry leaped from her. She began
to a pant and her hands began to clutch. He couldn’t suppress the
growl that responded.
“Doc!” he said through clinched teeth…”I think….we have…a winner!”
She cried out louder, twisting as the unstoppable force infused every
bit of her and swept her away.
“Baby…” He gasped. “Baby this is it.” And he wasn’t lying. It started
like a slow coiling snake at the small of his back. It ran from front to
back, like a wild pinball bouncing around, up his back and over his
belly. His own spine began to slowly bow, his shoulders rolling
forward. With a quick snap of his hips he went up and in and Marlena
arched.
“Oh! God…!” was all he could manage. Marlena however, was beyond
words or sounds. She had taken her final gasp of air in and stopped
there. The world was exploding, the universe opening up and pulling
them both in. He could feel her everywhere in him, every pore melding
together. He could smell her, taste her; knew what she was thinking,
feeling, knew her every movement, want, desire, need, or joy.
For her it was the same, the only thing alive was John and the ecstasy
that was him, right now, pushing her over the edge. He surrounded
her from the inside out, taking her safely and securely over the edge.
And for that split few seconds, what for them was normal, there was
no him or her but them.
She had once heard, in philosophy, there was an idea that gender
was once one person. The Gods had split humans into two separate
beings; forever searching for their other half, seeking constantly,
throughout life, the completion of the whole. At this moment, always
confirmed by the enormity of the ecstasy they experienced (something
no one else seemed to understand) she found her other half. Forever
found, written in stone, in the annals of the stars and the universe, if
those Gods really existed, then in their hearts as well.
“Marlena…!” and his final cry was desperate and lost in time.
They lay there trying to stay in that warm soft caress of love, panting
and gasping the room slowly stopping its spin. Before he could no
longer move he slipped to her side. She moaned in protest but the
words wouldn’t form. He even tried to mutter an “I know…” but only
sound came out. It took a few more seconds before he thought about
being able to express his need for some liquid.
“Champagne?” he gasped.
“Frigerator…” she slurred.
“Strawberries?”
“K,” but the rest was lost in the abyss of sleep that overwhelmed her.
He, in turn, only got as far as raising his toes of one foot off the bed
before he collapsed into a heavy heap next to his wife.
“I guess Santa isn’t the only one coming tonight…” said one naughty
little elf picking up a discarded deep, ruby-red, slipper.
Earlier, in the midst of what would eventually be dubbed, “Marlena’s
song to the Ecstasy Gods”, four “self-appointed Christmas elves”
slipped into the lofty Suite. They had then quickly fled in a mad
scramble out the front door when they heard the commotion and
figured out what the sound was. Sometime later, when no one
seemed to be stirring in the ol’ Penthouse, not even a mouse, they
cautiously returned.
“Are they done?” Said the small blond one. “Because THAT was
something I never want to hear again!”
The one with the shoe, then picked up the discarded dress jacket.
“Isn’t it written somewhere about the evils of hearing your parents…?”
Questioned the tall blonde elf.
“It’s the 11th Commandment: thou shalt not hear your parents
fucking…” Mina turned on Brady Black and gave him a devilish grin.
“My god! I think I will never get over that…!” Belle tried to disappear
under Brady’s arm and leave again. He grabbed her by her sweat
shirt. Pulling her back in.
“Try walking in on them…” he said pushing her in the direction of her
part of their task.
“You didn’t?!” she widened her eyes in shock.
“Ooooh yeah! I pulled a Sami…I came home early from school
unannounced.”
“Blind for a month? Or just can’t do anything right ever since then? I
forget what the side effects of catching J&M in bed are these days.”
Mina smirked, looking over her shoulder at him. She stopped her
exam of the room contemplating her next move without warning the,
hopefully, sleeping couple.
Cloe stepped into the room looking around tentatively. “How can you
not? Sami will tell you ‘till you’re purple, what the ill effects are.”
“She’s right about one thing,” He said chuckling to his wife “There are
things a kid just shouldn’t see.”
“I think it’s cute…” She slapped at him playfully though she laughed as
well. “After all these years, your parents can still manage to make love
at their age.” And the world seemed to screech to a halt. Each one of
them stood completely still and stared at the alien girl before them.
“Did she really just say that…?” Mina was the first to speak. Brady
turned on his wife and protectively put his arms around her.
“Oooo!! No, no, honey! Bad, bad…”
Belle moved around her to where Mina stood. “You may as well put a
bullet in both their heads. We don’t EVER refer to my parents as being
so old they can’t—err…” she looked to their leader.
“Bang the old tambourine.” Mina retorted with a definitive nod. “I think
they will be the first couple, in all of infamy, destined to ‘come’ and ‘go’
at the same time. Especially your mother.”
“Mina!” a shocked Belle hissed out.
“Mom?” Brady smiled unbelieving the petite cohort.
“Check her will. I think it specifically says that she and John are to be
buried naked and together…saves time!”
Belle snorted.
“Who has the stockings?” Mina smiled wickedly. “I’ve got a plan…”
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