Your hand in his, he led you back into their hotel with purpose in his step. He may have signed in under the name of Thomas Percival, but his expression could only belong to Tommy Baird; eyes narrowed with intent, his face set, nothing in the world could have halted his progress now.

He all but marched you through the reception area, his impatience for you rearing its head now, and he was in no mind to wait a moment longer. The climb to the second floor, where their room awaited, seemed torturously slow to him, so much so that when he reached the door to the room, he turned you to pin you bodily against it.

Long months he had waited to kiss you again, to touch you, and the waiting was finally at an and. One arm encircled your waist, keeping you close as he bent his head, his mouth seeking the softness and heat of your own.

With his other hand, he was only half-focused on getting the key in the lock, the jingle of it punctuating the air, his attention given over completely to you, and the way you felt in his arms. After a moment, the lock was forgotten and he simply gave himself over to tasting your mouth. His kisses were hot and hungry, broken only by the need to steal a breath, where he teasingly skims his lips against your own as one breath was passed between them.

magic

her voice kept soft as she answered Him...lowering her hands to place to her thighs once more....

"i had taken the grounds....freshly grounded them...heated the water....left the coffee steep for 3.5 minutes....adding no sugar....and the almond milk to finish...."

Walks through the gallery...

bewitched

enthrall

*laughs*. Well, after I took a muscle relaxer, I slept like a baby. And my boys acting gave me an hour extra before the pouncing started.

My brother might be right that my dogs are really cats. *Smiles*.

captivate

*takes the coffee *

And how did you prepare it ?

pull

*smiling* so far , so good. How did you sleep ?

push

Going to find out who keeps dirtying all the dishes
Around here and kick their ass

Bastard....lol

swinging

It was pretty funny. *Laughs*. I just love punny jokes. *Grins*

her bare steps hard against the cleaned floor as she moves back inside slowly....making sure she does not spill an ounce....
the small tray to her fingers as she reaches His chair....placing the tray to the small table near Him...she lowers herself to His view once more....
resting her ass to the touch of her heels....her hands take the heated mug to her ....she slowly rises the mug to His reach....as she awaits Him to take His drink....

"Your coffee Master....heated just right...almond milk...no sugar....i hope Your coffee is perfect for You...."

she could not help but to show the depth of her smile to Him as she awaited Him to take the mug....

recess

*smiles*. Good morning. How are you?

As your gazes hold the pressure builds between you, heady and potent. Your eyes rake down the length of her, and back up again, as if you could see beneath the layers and layers of her clothing. And she’s never felt so naked, or so seen.

There’s a wolfishness that threads your words together. ‘What we shared before’. So much and yet still not nearly enough.

Emboldened, whether by the recklessness of stealing this weekend for yourselves, or by the illusion of freedom it had cast over her, she met the intensity in your gaze without yielding. Without shying away. Like the she would have done before you had shaped her into this creature of yours.

“Then we had best remind you, Mr Percival.” she murmurs, low and smoky, her eyes dancing with promise.

Her breath hitches, butterflies taking off as you to take her hand and lace your fingers together with a singular intimacy. If distance made the heart grow fonder it was as nothing to the gnawing hunger for each other that her convalescence and your enforced separation had left in its wake. Your gazes hold for a beat, intensity and longing mirrored in each other’s eyes. And the corner of her mouth curls with a smile that is blinding in its reassurance that this is what she wants.

You cross what little distance there is left to the hotel at a pace that leaves her in no doubt as to your intentions. Not that they were ever in any doubt. Her hand in yours, her body tingles with anticipation as you both step into the hotel foyer, your want and hers now one, and finally in reach.

*laughs* ok that is pretty good

good morning laurelynn