((If references to mature themes disturb you, please do not read this.))
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The mist hangs heavy over the city, obscuring what little view there is from her window, coiling beneath the sash with teasing, groping fingers toward where she sits in her chair, contemplating the bright flicker of the hearth's lit fire. There is no other light in the room but for the merrily dancing flames, the reflection of moonlight through mist peeping in through the clouded glass. She sits in shadow, wishfully silent.
A knock sounds on her door. Who could it be wanting her attention at such a time of night' Rising, she pads barefoot across the room, opening the door a crack to blink in the blazing light from the hallway. As her vision shifts, adjusts to the flare, she gasps in surprise, stepping back to open the door fully.
He is there, standing awkwardly in the hallway, hawkish eyes dark and uncertain as he looks at her. He fishes a hand from the pocket of his coat, rubbing it against the line of his neck, looking her over as though he has never seen her in quite this light before. He steps inside, one lithe, long-fingered hand closing the door quietly in his wake.
She turns to light a candle, and he speaks.
"Don't."
Surprised, she turns back to look at him, only to find herself suddenly pressed back, at the mercy of warm hands and hungry lips. The same hunger ignites in her, and she surrenders to it, joining her passions to his with a sound of utmost longing, his name falling from her lips to be swallowed by his own as they fall, headlong, to the scorching welcome of soft sheets and naked flesh -
*~*~*
A kiss on her cheek awakens her from heated slumber and she smiles, reluctant to open her eyes just yet. Her hand slides to curl fingers into the artistic palm of the man who lies behind her, curled to her back in a loving, protective embrace. Their fingers play together for a long moment, before he releases her to spread his palm over the rounded curve of her belly, chuckling at the vibrancy of movement within.
Her eyes open slowly, her body twisting to let her gaze find his, half-lidded in lazy affection as husband and child commune with her sandwiched tenderly between. She watches the wonder on his face turn to warmth and joy, as the pale hue of his sharp eyes lift to hers. Here is love and comfort and safety, everything she could ever have wished for, lying beside her.
His smile is like the dawn breaking over the ocean, like the golden light intruding through the window. It melds with hers, sharing that tenderness with a kiss that gently turns from soft and giving, to eager demand that she is all too willing to answer. Lips part, tongues touch, clothing is discarded, and as the morning sun breaks on their writhing bodies, she -
*~*~*
Piper's eyes snapped open, staring up at her ceiling as she kicked off her covers. Her skin was flushed from head to toe, the ache deep inside unassuaged by the suddenly cool air allowed to circulate over her. She could feel herself trembling, and knew it not for a sign of fear or nightmare. It was desire, pure and simple, and not just desire of flesh, though that lust screamed through her body still. It was desire of that moment of blissful peace and calm she had dreamed, of waking in his arms and knowing she was loved.
Her eyes sought the clock at her bedside, and she groaned aloud at the time it read. 03:54. What a godawful time for her subconscious mind to decide it was going to tease her body until she screamed for mercy. She rose from the bed, letting herself into the bathroom to splash cold, cold water on her face and arms, willing herself to let go of the feelings aroused by her dreams.
In the half-light of the moon through her window, she stared at her pale face in the mirror.
"This is wishful thinking," she told herself firmly. "He is a good, shy, very honourable man. Don't even think about jeopardising your friendship with him for the sake of a quick shag, you stupid woman."
But words were just words when weighed against the wealth of longing her dreams had awakened in her. She knew she would have to exercise supreme control over her urges when next she was in his company, to ensure she did not frighten him away. The desire was easily dealt with - she wore stilettos now for precisely that purpose. But the longing for a morning where she woke in his arms ....Piper knew that was a wish she would not find it easy to let go of.
She sighed softly, drying her face on a towel, and went back to the bedroom. Curling up beneath the sheets, she sought the gentle oblivion of sleep once more, hoping this time for restful, inconsequential dreams.
*~*~*
Lips part, tongues touch, clothing is discarded, and as the morning sun breaks on their writhing bodies, she cried out in aching ecstasy.
"Ollie!" ____________
((Since most of this was a dream, the real OHGranger was not involved, much to Piper's disappointment. :grin: The title is taken from William Shakespeare's poem, Venus and Adonis - "Love comforteth like sunshine after rain, But lust's effect is tempest after sun; Love's gentle spring doth always fresh remain, Lust's winter comes ere summer half be done; Love surfeit's not, Lust like a glutton dies, Love is all truth, Lust full of forged lies."))
The mist hangs heavy over the city, obscuring what little view there is from her window, coiling beneath the sash with teasing, groping fingers toward where she sits in her chair, contemplating the bright flicker of the hearth's lit fire. There is no other light in the room but for the merrily dancing flames, the reflection of moonlight through mist peeping in through the clouded glass. She sits in shadow, wishfully silent.
A knock sounds on her door. Who could it be wanting her attention at such a time of night' Rising, she pads barefoot across the room, opening the door a crack to blink in the blazing light from the hallway. As her vision shifts, adjusts to the flare, she gasps in surprise, stepping back to open the door fully.
He is there, standing awkwardly in the hallway, hawkish eyes dark and uncertain as he looks at her. He fishes a hand from the pocket of his coat, rubbing it against the line of his neck, looking her over as though he has never seen her in quite this light before. He steps inside, one lithe, long-fingered hand closing the door quietly in his wake.
She turns to light a candle, and he speaks.
"Don't."
Surprised, she turns back to look at him, only to find herself suddenly pressed back, at the mercy of warm hands and hungry lips. The same hunger ignites in her, and she surrenders to it, joining her passions to his with a sound of utmost longing, his name falling from her lips to be swallowed by his own as they fall, headlong, to the scorching welcome of soft sheets and naked flesh -
*~*~*
A kiss on her cheek awakens her from heated slumber and she smiles, reluctant to open her eyes just yet. Her hand slides to curl fingers into the artistic palm of the man who lies behind her, curled to her back in a loving, protective embrace. Their fingers play together for a long moment, before he releases her to spread his palm over the rounded curve of her belly, chuckling at the vibrancy of movement within.
Her eyes open slowly, her body twisting to let her gaze find his, half-lidded in lazy affection as husband and child commune with her sandwiched tenderly between. She watches the wonder on his face turn to warmth and joy, as the pale hue of his sharp eyes lift to hers. Here is love and comfort and safety, everything she could ever have wished for, lying beside her.
His smile is like the dawn breaking over the ocean, like the golden light intruding through the window. It melds with hers, sharing that tenderness with a kiss that gently turns from soft and giving, to eager demand that she is all too willing to answer. Lips part, tongues touch, clothing is discarded, and as the morning sun breaks on their writhing bodies, she -
*~*~*
Piper's eyes snapped open, staring up at her ceiling as she kicked off her covers. Her skin was flushed from head to toe, the ache deep inside unassuaged by the suddenly cool air allowed to circulate over her. She could feel herself trembling, and knew it not for a sign of fear or nightmare. It was desire, pure and simple, and not just desire of flesh, though that lust screamed through her body still. It was desire of that moment of blissful peace and calm she had dreamed, of waking in his arms and knowing she was loved.
Her eyes sought the clock at her bedside, and she groaned aloud at the time it read. 03:54. What a godawful time for her subconscious mind to decide it was going to tease her body until she screamed for mercy. She rose from the bed, letting herself into the bathroom to splash cold, cold water on her face and arms, willing herself to let go of the feelings aroused by her dreams.
In the half-light of the moon through her window, she stared at her pale face in the mirror.
"This is wishful thinking," she told herself firmly. "He is a good, shy, very honourable man. Don't even think about jeopardising your friendship with him for the sake of a quick shag, you stupid woman."
But words were just words when weighed against the wealth of longing her dreams had awakened in her. She knew she would have to exercise supreme control over her urges when next she was in his company, to ensure she did not frighten him away. The desire was easily dealt with - she wore stilettos now for precisely that purpose. But the longing for a morning where she woke in his arms ....Piper knew that was a wish she would not find it easy to let go of.
She sighed softly, drying her face on a towel, and went back to the bedroom. Curling up beneath the sheets, she sought the gentle oblivion of sleep once more, hoping this time for restful, inconsequential dreams.
*~*~*
Lips part, tongues touch, clothing is discarded, and as the morning sun breaks on their writhing bodies, she cried out in aching ecstasy.
"Ollie!" ____________
((Since most of this was a dream, the real OHGranger was not involved, much to Piper's disappointment. :grin: The title is taken from William Shakespeare's poem, Venus and Adonis - "Love comforteth like sunshine after rain, But lust's effect is tempest after sun; Love's gentle spring doth always fresh remain, Lust's winter comes ere summer half be done; Love surfeit's not, Lust like a glutton dies, Love is all truth, Lust full of forged lies."))