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[kent_whitman]

Though my soul may set in darkness, It will rise in perfect light. I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night.

Saturday Night, June 2nd
The Mayor's office, then elsewhereThe day started out fine enough; a bright, sunny day filled with promise and no real obligations. Wanda wanted to wake early enough to go to the market to talk

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[mistresswanda]

My head is spinning. The day was gone by in a blur of checking records, having Toby see if permits were filed, assuring people that it's just a carnival even if I know it's not, and drafting a letter to send over to their management. Toby ran it over about three hours ago, and only returned just recently. When I pressed him to tell me what the managers said, he just blinked at me, shook his head and muttered something about being tired. I sent him home with a smile and many more questions in my head than I have answers.

Tomorrow I should go over there. If Nu is still there, or Zann, maybe they can fill me in or take me to their managers. The people there are not bad; it's like any town. There are a few bad apples, but most every one I met---

"Madame Mayor, I believe quitting time was several hours ago. Racking up the overtime on the tax payers dime, are we?"I look up and smile at my husband. "Of course Mr. Whitman." I say in a equally mock serious tone. "How else am I to afford all my fabulous clothes?" Laugh a little

[kent_whitman]

I can tell she's done with working by the way she teases back and stretches out. Yes, she needs saving from her mayoral responsibilities, and badly.

"Shall I assume since you needed to come and fetch me that I have been here far too long today?"

"Well, you did miss lunch, dinner, bath time, and strawberries for dessert." Watch her wince a little, so I cross the room to perch on the desk in front of her. "So I thought I would come over and make sure you did not miss happy hour." Wave the bottle I have in my hand and give her a lazy grin.

[mistresswanda]

Things were going well until today; I thought with summer coming I would have more time to spend with my family, but here I am in my office and missing out on an entire day. Damn you Excolo; if we could just leave---

"So I thought I would come over and make sure you did not miss happy hour."

There's a bottle and a smile, and suddenly my guilt recedes into the back of my mind. It's not gone, but it's not prevalent any longer. "I don't deserve you, but I'm awfully glad you're mine." I sigh and hoist myself out of my chair to wrap my arms around his neck. I lean in and kiss him, soft and light... at first. It does not remain that way for long. Before long my hands are tangled in his hair as he crushes me against his body and kisses me hard enough to make me dizzy.

"So... was the plan to come in here, ply me with liquor and then ravage me on my own desk?" I whisper in his ear rather breathlessly.

[kent_whitman]

I see the emotions as they flicker and recede within her eyes, and as my Wanda rises, she says something about not deserving me. I would scold her for her self-depreciation but my arms are suddenly full of my wife and her lips are against mine and...

Time slips away as it always does when we kiss. With the other few women that I tried to date, kissing them never felt like this. I think that is when I knew there could be no other of me.

"So... was the plan to come in here, ply me with liquor and then ravage me on my own desk?"

"Oh, I hadn't thought of that," I reply casually even as I swing around throw her down, gently of course, on her desk. Wanda gasps aloud, then laughs in delight. And it is a tempting thought; what with her sprawled out amongst her papers, hair wild and thrown everywhere. But it was not my original plan.

"Maybe next time, wife." I laugh and pull her back up to a standing position. "I had a better idea. Take a walk with me?" I hold out my hand in invitation, a smile at the corners of my lips.

[mistresswanda]

Before I can think, I am sprawled out on my desk and laughing. "If you hadn't thought of it, then I am delighted I can instill such new and wicked ideas in you!" This is decidedly a nicer turn of events in my day.

But not meant to be. I pout at him as he pulls me back up.

"I had a better idea. Take a walk with me?"How can I resist such a invitation? I quickly slip back on my shoes and take his hand. "Lead away, my love." I murmur, tucking a curl behind my ear

[kent_whitman]

Our lives are so busy most of the time; between work commitments and Rose it seems like some days all we have time to do is fall down exhausted next to each other and fall asleep. We both need stolen moments like this.

"Methinks you had this planned." She grins at me as she sinks down and I grin right back. "Maybe just a little," I admit as I join her on the little quilt island and get a peck for my efforts. I start digging in the basket for the mason jars with the candles in them when she asks her next question.

"Something tells me I missed an important date?" I keep myself busy lighting two candles as my mind races. My birthday was last month, hers is in two weeks or so... married in September... crap! Did I miss

[mistresswanda]

I have to bite my lip so I don't laugh out loud. The specific date slipped my mind, but he forgot completely and I caught him off guard.

"Oh!" Now I laugh and accept my glass as his memory kicks back in. I lay back on the quilt and look at my ring in the soft glow of candlelight. I love it, because it's beautiful and simple and so very much... Kent.

Also one of the most nerve wracking." I sit up quickly, shocked. "What, why?" I don't recall him being anything but romantic and confident that night. "You could not tell? I was worried you might say 'no'."I set down my drink and swing my leg over his so I may straddle his lap and look right into his eyes. My hands cup his face and I lean in to kiss my husband's lips. Again, sweet spins out into sultry. The crickets sing, and the stars shine down, and the world spins on, but time is irrelevant when it is just him and I. By the time we remember to breathe, Kent has my dress unzipped and I am pushing his shirt away from his shoulders

[kent_whitman]

There's something quite beguiling about my wife when she loses the ability to be coherent. It is a rare thing to be sure, and usually I am the only one privy to it. Which she confirms in a most endearing way.

"You wear my ring, you share my life, I need no more proof than that. Besides..." I deftly manage to slip her dress over her head, and I am greeted by the sight of Wanda in her bra and panties. "I much prefer you when your vocal." My voice has dipped in pitch as I skim her bare arms with my hands and start laying kisses along the line of her shoulder. "Funny... now I am the one struck speechless." I murmur against her skin., my lips wandering lower to the swell of her breast.

[mistresswanda]

"Now that is not fair, if I am to be vocal, you should be as well." I nip at his ear then rise to stand in front of him. I look to the left, to the right, all around...

"No one to see us but the stars above, and no one to hear us." Very slowly, I strip away my bra, and slower still, I inch the panties down my hips then kick them over to him. There's something equally liberating, yet terrifying about standing naked in the middle of a field.

"Have anything you'd like to say? Or have you lost your voice?"

[kent_whitman]

These jeans are suddenly, painfully tight. Wanda is all pale skin and liquid eyes in the weak candle light. The tip of my tongue touches my top lip, and it is a act of pure self restraint to just sit here and ravage her with my eyes alone.

"Have anything you'd like to say? Or have you lost your voice?"

I rise up on my knees and skim my palms and fingers very light up and down her legs, from ankle to hip. I watch her eyelids flutter and she shivers at the sensation. My lips find her hipbone and I slowly place lingering kisses against her flesh. I am rewarded with a soft sigh and Wanda's fingers running through my hair.

With chaste heart, and pure
eyes
I celebrate you, my beauty,
restraining my blood
so that the line
surges and follows
your contour,
and you bed yourself in my verse,
as in woodland, or wave-spume:
earth's perfume,
sea's music.I recite the poem as my mouth travels across her body. The way she trembles and moves under my touch, it is music and poetry and a magic unto itself. By the time I have risen, I am holding