A vacated affair!!! Pt4
Title: A vacated affar Pt4
Author: EO4eva
Pairing: Mariska/Chris
Rating: M (just to be safe)
DAMN IT!
As far as Chris could tell, she hadn’t grown an extra head, or placed a brown paper bag over her face to help the situation. Instead, stepping out in a pink and black slinky silk dress, covered by a tanned fur coat, looking like a Goddess, she was tormenting him. How was he supposed to control his impulses, when she walked around the house looking so damn perfect!
He wanted to scream.
“Gid’day Pete,” he extended his hand to Peter Hermann, and reminded himself who he was. But once his attention moved to Marish, his thoughts were removed.
She seemed to hesitate, before she moved in to hug him. He felt her arms slid around his waist, her chin resting momentarily on his shoulder. Somehow amongst the entanglement, he managed to smell the sweet scent of her hair… cherries.
Oh God help me, he moaned silently.
“Hi Mar, how was the drive?” he asked forcing himself to take a step back.
“Good,” she smiled easily. Her focus shifted to his children, and Marish scooped up Sophie and cuddled her. Lucky girl.
Within minutes, Chris took the bags from the car and dumped them in their own room and settled on the deck with Marish, Peter and Doris, with a glass of wine, the children playing happily on the beach.
Chris made sure he was positioned beside Marish, and while Peter and Doris made conversation, he dared to turn and look at her. Marish was staring at him, the same look in her eyes, as he had in his. Did she want me, too? He asked himself. No, he concluded. He was being stupid, and crazy, and she belonged to a man who had never been anything but good to him.
“This is just what we need,” Marish smiled shyly taking a sip of her wine. She leaned her head back against the beach chair and closed her eyes.
Chris watched her, careful not to get caught, and quietly observed her. She looked so peaceful. He moved his focus to his wife, who was chatting animatedly with Peter. They got on well, always had, it seemed. Maybe they’ll have an affair and I can run away with Marish to some deserted Island, he thought cheekily.
“NO!” he snapped.
Marish’s eyes snapped open and she looked at Chris with slight confusion. “Did I say that aloud?” her cheeks reddened with embarrassment.
“No, I-” said what? He wondered.
“What’s wrong?”
Chris shook his head. “Sorry. I’m tired… the drive was long.”
“You can take a nanny nap,” she offered with a smile. “We understand that oldies like you need more than the average amount of beauty sleep. Not that it would help much…”
“Gee, thanks a lot,” he pretended to be hurt.
Marish laughed. “This is nice…” she turned to look at him then, a smile of content across her face. She was an air of perfection.
“Mar, I-…” he would have told her there and then how beautiful she was, he might have even crossed the border and told her about the uncontrollable thoughts in his head, the way he felt every time she looked at him. Instead, he shook his head, remembering that not only was his wife breathing the same proximity of air, but was within hearing distance.
Damn it!
“What, you, what?” she waited for a response but Chris turned his head and looked out to the water.
Please R&R and let me know if this is reaching anybody… I am new to live journal and I’m still workings it’s magic, so any reviews or comments would be GREAT… :)
Author: EO4eva
Pairing: Mariska/Chris
Rating: M (just to be safe)
DAMN IT!
As far as Chris could tell, she hadn’t grown an extra head, or placed a brown paper bag over her face to help the situation. Instead, stepping out in a pink and black slinky silk dress, covered by a tanned fur coat, looking like a Goddess, she was tormenting him. How was he supposed to control his impulses, when she walked around the house looking so damn perfect!
He wanted to scream.
“Gid’day Pete,” he extended his hand to Peter Hermann, and reminded himself who he was. But once his attention moved to Marish, his thoughts were removed.
She seemed to hesitate, before she moved in to hug him. He felt her arms slid around his waist, her chin resting momentarily on his shoulder. Somehow amongst the entanglement, he managed to smell the sweet scent of her hair… cherries.
Oh God help me, he moaned silently.
“Hi Mar, how was the drive?” he asked forcing himself to take a step back.
“Good,” she smiled easily. Her focus shifted to his children, and Marish scooped up Sophie and cuddled her. Lucky girl.
Within minutes, Chris took the bags from the car and dumped them in their own room and settled on the deck with Marish, Peter and Doris, with a glass of wine, the children playing happily on the beach.
Chris made sure he was positioned beside Marish, and while Peter and Doris made conversation, he dared to turn and look at her. Marish was staring at him, the same look in her eyes, as he had in his. Did she want me, too? He asked himself. No, he concluded. He was being stupid, and crazy, and she belonged to a man who had never been anything but good to him.
“This is just what we need,” Marish smiled shyly taking a sip of her wine. She leaned her head back against the beach chair and closed her eyes.
Chris watched her, careful not to get caught, and quietly observed her. She looked so peaceful. He moved his focus to his wife, who was chatting animatedly with Peter. They got on well, always had, it seemed. Maybe they’ll have an affair and I can run away with Marish to some deserted Island, he thought cheekily.
“NO!” he snapped.
Marish’s eyes snapped open and she looked at Chris with slight confusion. “Did I say that aloud?” her cheeks reddened with embarrassment.
“No, I-” said what? He wondered.
“What’s wrong?”
Chris shook his head. “Sorry. I’m tired… the drive was long.”
“You can take a nanny nap,” she offered with a smile. “We understand that oldies like you need more than the average amount of beauty sleep. Not that it would help much…”
“Gee, thanks a lot,” he pretended to be hurt.
Marish laughed. “This is nice…” she turned to look at him then, a smile of content across her face. She was an air of perfection.
“Mar, I-…” he would have told her there and then how beautiful she was, he might have even crossed the border and told her about the uncontrollable thoughts in his head, the way he felt every time she looked at him. Instead, he shook his head, remembering that not only was his wife breathing the same proximity of air, but was within hearing distance.
Damn it!
“What, you, what?” she waited for a response but Chris turned his head and looked out to the water.
Please R&R and let me know if this is reaching anybody… I am new to live journal and I’m still workings it’s magic, so any reviews or comments would be GREAT… :)