Fiendish Play (20 page)

“I'll go get us some water from the fridge,” I told Anais as I climbed out of bed and walked into the darkness. I was still naked as I took off from the bedroom and towards the kitchen when I heard an unusual sound. It sounded like footsteps, carefully walking in the dark. All I could think about was what Anais and I just did and the warning she was given back on that field.

The Lappell couldn’t possibly know what we had just done…could they?

I backtracked slowly and crept into the third bedroom, grabbing the first tool I could find. It was a hammer. I took off back towards the kitchen, still creeping quietly, looking for the source of the slow crunch on the hardwood floor.

I heard heavy breathing next. Something moved past my face in the air in front of me. Like someone had tried to hit me with an object. The feeling of cool wind hitting my chin. I spun, but lost balance and then backed up suddenly towards the intruder. Then it slammed into me. Bare back to bare back. Naked ass to naked ass.

What. The. Fuck?

“James?”

You have got to be fucking kidding me!

“Marcus?”

“I thought you were out tonight?”

“Well, I thought you were out tonight!”

“Why are you naked?” we both said at the same time.

“I have company.”

“So do I.”

Awkward silence.

“Man, did you try and hit me with something?” I said.

“I thought you were an intruder. I’m holding a saucepan.”

“A saucepan?” I questioned.

“I boiled some spaghetti earlier tonight,” he said, confirming why it was his weapon of choice.

More awkward silence.

“So how do we do this?” I said breaking the silence once more.

“How do we do...what?” Marcus asked sounding shocked, like I was about to proposition him.

“Separate of course. We’re both naked and our bodies are touching…”

“Shhh! This is just a dream. It never happened. It’s just a dream.” He said it slowly, like he was in a trance-like state.

“So do you dream of me naked Marcus?” I was trying so hard not to convulse in laughter, but it was hard. Very hard.

“This is no time to be cracking jokes James!”

“Ha ha – you said crack!” I laughed.

“I just…you…we…fuuuuuuuuck!” Then Marcus ran screaming off into the dark back to his room. I dropped my hammer, not able to hold in my laughter anymore.

Anais was sitting up in bed looking concerned when I came back in holding a bottle of water.

“Everything okay out there? I heard some weird kind of screaming.”

“It’s all good,” I said sliding in next to Anais under the sheets of my bed. “Marcus was just dreaming about me.”

{17}

Anais was laughing. I awoke to the sound coming from the lounge. Then I heard a weird voice, followed by more of her beautiful laughter.
What was going on?
I found a pair of sweat pants and pulled them on, walking out to go find my girl and the source of the hysterics. I saw Anais sitting on the couch in one of my over-sized T-shirts watching Marcus acting out some scene like from a play.

“Hey.” Anais’ eyes danced with mine going back and forth to Marcus in a kind of shocked amusement. “I was going to make you some breakfast and bring it back to the room, but you guys don’t keep much in the fridge except OJ and beer. Then I ran into Marcus...and we got to talking...and then one thing lead to another...and now he’s showing me his
House
impersonation.”

I raised my eyebrows at Marcus. “Fictional doctor impersonations at seven o’clock in the morning Marcus...Having trouble sleeping are we?”

A sly smile found its way to my face remembering Marcus’ reaction to our late night encounter in the kitchen. Marcus looked stunned into silence, which was an almost unheard of phenomenon. But it didn’t last long...naturally. It was Marcus after all.

He cleared his throat, feigning ignorance at my implication. “So...uh...yeah...so, I was just asking your girlfriend here if she thinks I look like Doug Ross from
ER
. What do you reckon Anais? I’m hotter than Clooney right?” Marcus turned to me, seeing that I had stopped walking. I froze on the spot, at the same time he called Anais my girlfriend.

“James?” Marcus said, watching me, his eyes bugging out. I needed a minute to register what he just said.

Wait. What? Girlfriend?

Anais and I hadn’t given what we had a label yet. We had just come together and fell in love without those labels. It evolved quickly. Naturally. I just saw Anais as my future. She wasn’t just a now. She’s my all the way. And she was so much more than just a girlfriend. There wasn’t a right word for what she was to me. It didn’t need a label. It didn’t need a status. She was just a part of our something more. Then I realized I had been standing there like a deer in headlights, probably looking scared out of my wits from hearing the big ‘G’ word.

“James...” Anais said, her voice shaking.

Marcus, seeing my dead eye look was quick to try and recover for me. “I...I mean friend. Special friend who stays over sometimes. Right James?”

“Marcus.” I turned to Anais making sure I was in her line of vision. “Of course she’s my girlfriend. But she’s also my muse...obsession...” I went and sat next to Anais on the couch, and breathed heavily into her ear. “And sex kitten.”

Her hands went to her cheeks and she blushed. “James,” she scolded, punching playfully at my chest, all her fear and insecurity now gone.

“No that’s great actually. I’m glad you two have officially met,” I said snuggling up against her.

“Alrighty then,” Marcus coughed breaking up our little make-up session on the couch. “So now that we’ve established that Anais is in fact your girlfriend...I was telling her about...”

I switched off when Marcus started to go into more stories about doctors on television. Their hotness rating in comparison to his own and his quest for fame and fortune. My mind was lost on Anais, last night and everything we had shared. I was playing with the soft patch of skin behind her ear when I remembered I had a gift for her. It seemed like the best time to surprise her with it since we had just professed our love. Plus I needed an excuse to get her alone again. I was already thinking about the fact she had nothing on under my T-shirt except her panties.

“Can I steal you back now? I’ve got something to show you in my workroom,” I whispered into her ear, tickling her skin with my breath at the same time. Her head leaned back into me like she enjoyed the sensation. Marcus, seeing that I had completely captured Anais’ attention, stopped talking. His voice or lack thereof, caused the room to grow quiet, with nothing except the sound of Anais’ giggles and heated breaths.

“Okay then. Sooooooo I’m going to go back to my room...now,” Marcus said quickly before taking off. He caught on quick to feeling like a third wheel. A feeling no man enjoyed. His exit meant Anais and I were finally alone again. I got up and lead Anais to the third bedroom. As soon as we got into my workroom, I pushed her up against the door and dropped to my knees, lifting up my T-shirt which swamped her small frame. I began kissing her stomach, trailing little kisses up to her chest. My head going underneath the shirt.

“James...James...what are you...” Her back arched as my head ventured up her shirt. “Oh...never mind...” she breathed, defeated by erotic sensation.

My mouth captured a nipple between my lips, and I began to suck. At the same time Anais fell back into the door, her head hitting the wood loudly as she tried to cover her mouth from letting out a moan.

“I can’t get enough of you Anais. I want to keep tasting you...holding you...making you weak in my arms,” I said out loud in between licking, sucking and fondling her perfectly small round breasts.

“Ohhhh...” she moaned. “You feel so good on my skin James. I never knew it could feel so good.”

As my mouth ventured up past her breasts, my hands lifted the shirt over her head and dropped it to the floor. My tongue was on her neck and my whole body was pressed up to Anais who was now only in her panties.

Anais didn’t come on her first time. She told me she felt something building but couldn’t yet pinpoint if it was happening. She was still getting used to all the new feelings. Hell, I struggled to get her to come on our second time round because this was a whole new world of sexual experience for Anais. But it was one I was going to help her explore and conquer with me as her lover and guide. I wanted to know every inch of her body. Every single move that would make her moan. And I knew that now our bodies were getting more used to each other, we would find our sensitive spots. Our rhythm. Our symphony. We would come together as one. Naturally. There was no rush. We had all the time in the world and I intended to make the most of every glorious second in bringing her to orgasm.

Her hands were in my sweat pants now and she started to stroke me. I loved that she didn’t hold back in exploring my body too. She wanted to please me just as much as I wanted to please her. She started stroking soft at first, and then hard. Just the way I liked it. She was listening to my breathing, taking note of what I like as I moved through her hands. It was the same for me as I cupped her breasts, and when I used my fingers, one then two, into her wet warmth between her legs. I knew she wanted that as soon as she spread her legs wider while my face was buried near her hair, nibbling on her earlobe. A spot, that I took note made her body very needy against me.

“James...”

Fuck, I loved how she said my name. But she didn’t just say my name. It was like she could feel it running through her veins and yelling it out as a physical response. I was so lost in the effect this girl had on me. It was discovery, adventure, experience and joy. It was passion, sensation, enlightenment and fear. It was everything I always believed love and lust combined could be ...and more.

“I love you Anais,” I said kissing her ruby red swollen lips, before going back to her pert nipples.

“I love you more,” Anais whisper-moaned back above my head that was buried in her chest. Her hands started to pull down my sweat pants until they were on the floor. I did the same with her panties until we were both naked, up against the door, lost in touching one another.

“James, I want you inside me. I want to feel you again...and again...again...”

“But I have to go get...”

“I’m on birth control,” she breathed. I always figured Anais to be smart, safe and prepared. “And I trust you. I want to feel...” She paused capturing my eyes with her own. “Every part of you.”

I didn’t wait. I couldn’t wait. I couldn’t even think. I could only feel and follow my heart and the instinct to connect with her on every kind of level. I lifted up one of her legs so it was around my waist, moving her against the door until I was positioned at her wet opening. She was so ready. I was so ready. I went to slowly and purposely lift her onto me when...

Knock, knock, knock!

Our bodies froze against the door which had just vibrated. I stood back on my heels. I was still at full attention and had Anais’ leg still wrapped around my waist.

Knock, knock, knock!

I growled out a frustrated breath as my head dropped onto Anais’ shoulder. “Yessssss?” I said aloud to the door.

“So...I’m going to take off now. To go to classes I mean.” Marcus sounded happy. A little too happy. “That okay with the two of you?”

Anais’ eyes looked stunned with embarrassment. She stiffened and let go of my body. The mood suddenly changing.

“Yeah...” I said back angrily. “Okay Marcus! Thanks so much for letting us know!”

I put Anais’ leg down on the ground, the heated moment lost. Anais covered her mouth trying not to laugh. “Do you think he did that on purpose?” she asked, giggling. She too, was already getting a sense of Marcus’ sick sense of humor.

“Yeah I do,” I said grabbing her panties and tossing them to her. “Absolutely! He totally did that on purpose.”

I pulled on my sweat pants and ran my fingers through my hair, trying to think of a way I could get back at Marcus. In my head I was already evilly laughing and rubbing my hands together.

Anais snapped back into someone who clearly wasn’t thinking about sex anymore. She was smiley and sweet. In a happy mood. I wish I could have so easily flipped that switch. Definitely a difference between men and women when it came from going from hot to cold. But admittedly, Marcus did kill the moment.
Damn you Marcus
! Although I knew it wasn’t completely lost. There would be so many more moments between me and Anais to come.
Pun intended.

“Ooooh, you said you had something to show me?” she asked excitedly, wondering what surprise I had.

I gave her a quick peck on the cheek. “Close your eyes,” I told her. I walked to my work shelves that I had installed to put my tools and some of my wood work for my sculpture. My back facing her where she stood.

“My eyes are closed,” she said following my instructions.

I took the gift and went over and put it in her hands. I placed my hands on her hips and faced her so I could see her expression when she opened them up. “Alright...you can open your eyes now,” I said.

Anais’ eyes burst open and they went immediately down to her hands where she was holding a small carved box. She examined the carved wood and the writing on the top.
“La jeune fille qui a grandi dans mon coeur
.’” She paused, taking a breath. “The girl who grew in my heart.”

“You remember,” I said sounding amazed.

“I don’t think I’ll
ever
forget that moment James.”

“Now open it,” I told her. Anais flipped open the box and music began to play. The sound of Vivaldi’s
Four Seasons
echoed in the room.

“It’s a music box,” she gasped sounding overwhelmed. “And you made this? For me?”

“Well...yeah...” I smiled. “Like you just said...some moments can’t ever be forgotten. It was the same for me too that night. So I immortalized it for us...And for you.”

Anais shook her head. “It’s just...perfect.” Her eyes lifted to mine. “You’re perfect James. In every...single...way.”