Fic: Home Away From Home
Original Fic
word count: 455
Rating: ADULT
for writers_choice Phone
A/N: the first sentence has been banging around in my head for week or more, I finally just had to let it tell me it's story instead of fitting it to one.
He couldn't say how many times he picked up the phone and put it back down. For years they met once a month at what had become their place at the beach and every summer they would have two weeks together to travel or spend it hiking in the mountains. He'd wanted to tell her he wanted more than a long distance relationship. He wanted to tell her it was time for all or nothing but he hadn't been able to tell her it was over and not to come. But he hadn't been able to just not show up. He wouldn't do that to her. He needed her to much to end it between them just because he wanted more then either of them could really give. He was a moth to her flame and knew she felt the same way about him.
So here he was, standing at the window to the cottage they always rented, watching the waves roll upon the shore. The ocean always relaxed him, helped him leave his troubles behind for however long he was here. They had a four day weekend of long walks on the beach, swimming in the moonlight and lazy days spent together reading and sleeping with in arms reach of one another and nights wrapped around each other making love as if it was their first and last time together.
He knew what he'd do when she walked through the door. He planned to pull her into his arms and kiss her hello, reacquainting himself with her taste. He'd lead her back to the bedroom undressing her as they went, leaving a trail of clothing in their wake. He'd lay her back on the bed he had turned down waiting for her arrival and shedding his lightweight robe he'd join her. He'd map her body with his fingers, gently tracing the mounds of her breasts and tickling the sensitive sides before continuing downward to slip his fingers between her legs and into her warm depths. He'd follow his fingers with his lips, tasting the valley between her breasts, nibbling on her hip bone before going lower to taste her. And when he'd tasted every part of her he planned to slip inside her and make love to her slowly.
When he heard her car pull in, he set the glass of wine he'd been drinking down and walked to the front door holding it open for her, watching her walk toward him. Talking her bag from her hand, he pulled her to him for a welcoming hug, before closing the door and dropping her bag. It was time to put his plan into action and welcome his love to their home away from home.
word count: 455
Rating: ADULT
for writers_choice Phone
A/N: the first sentence has been banging around in my head for week or more, I finally just had to let it tell me it's story instead of fitting it to one.
He couldn't say how many times he picked up the phone and put it back down. For years they met once a month at what had become their place at the beach and every summer they would have two weeks together to travel or spend it hiking in the mountains. He'd wanted to tell her he wanted more than a long distance relationship. He wanted to tell her it was time for all or nothing but he hadn't been able to tell her it was over and not to come. But he hadn't been able to just not show up. He wouldn't do that to her. He needed her to much to end it between them just because he wanted more then either of them could really give. He was a moth to her flame and knew she felt the same way about him.
So here he was, standing at the window to the cottage they always rented, watching the waves roll upon the shore. The ocean always relaxed him, helped him leave his troubles behind for however long he was here. They had a four day weekend of long walks on the beach, swimming in the moonlight and lazy days spent together reading and sleeping with in arms reach of one another and nights wrapped around each other making love as if it was their first and last time together.
He knew what he'd do when she walked through the door. He planned to pull her into his arms and kiss her hello, reacquainting himself with her taste. He'd lead her back to the bedroom undressing her as they went, leaving a trail of clothing in their wake. He'd lay her back on the bed he had turned down waiting for her arrival and shedding his lightweight robe he'd join her. He'd map her body with his fingers, gently tracing the mounds of her breasts and tickling the sensitive sides before continuing downward to slip his fingers between her legs and into her warm depths. He'd follow his fingers with his lips, tasting the valley between her breasts, nibbling on her hip bone before going lower to taste her. And when he'd tasted every part of her he planned to slip inside her and make love to her slowly.
When he heard her car pull in, he set the glass of wine he'd been drinking down and walked to the front door holding it open for her, watching her walk toward him. Talking her bag from her hand, he pulled her to him for a welcoming hug, before closing the door and dropping her bag. It was time to put his plan into action and welcome his love to their home away from home.