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The Long, Winding Road Home

Mar 27, 2005 03:25

Continued from hereEven though we've been walking without speaking for several minutes, the warmth of Wesley's hand holding mine is comforting, something that seems tangible after all the craziness we've been through in the last day...week...month...year. Years, even. At least there's something a bit normal in my life again ( Read more... )

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_hot_wesley_ May 11 2005, 01:09:01 UTC

"Why, yes, in fact. I have this young British gentleman around to service me once a week, and he happens to like that brand of tea."

I furrow my brow at her reply, until I realize that she's joking...and throwing her napkin at me. Which, I might add, I catch in my hand without blinking. Just because she caught me off guard doesn't mean I'm not alert enough to react to a projectile coming my way.

"I bought it for you, silly. I...I kinda...raided your cupboard at work to see what kind of tea you liked and bought it when I went shopping yesterday before I came into work. Was hoping you'd be staying over soon at all."

"Well then, that's a completely different matter, entirely. And I suppose I should thank you for thinking so far in advance," I say, retrieving the kettle from the stove, trying desperately to cover up my horrible attempt at humor.

"After all, there's only one Englishman I want to have a hot affair with, you know."

That makes the kettle freeze in mid-pour. I glance over at her a few feet away, moving to my side, a rosy blush pinking her cheeks. Quickly, I finish the tea, stirring it together, before locking eyes with my beautiful Fred.

"Good, because there's only one lovely lady from Texas that I want to be with," I say back, closing the distance between us to give her a sweet kiss.

sciencegrl_fred May 11 2005, 19:05:30 UTC

"Good, because there's only one lovely lady from Texas that I want to be with."

I smile into the kiss and run my hand up his collarbone to wrap around his neck, closing the distance between us. The tea is balanced precariously in his hand by this point, so I take the cup from him and put it down on the counter before wrapping my other arm around him and kissing him deeper.

The robe feels all fuzzy under my fingers, and all I want to do at the moment is push it off him. Push it off him and push him down on the table and climb on top of him.

When the heck did I get to be so horny?

I finally get up the will power to break the kiss and pull away, looking into his eyes, my fingers trailing over the robe lapels to his chest.

"Your tea's gonna get cold," I whisper.

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