The Weather Series Part 02 Raining - Chapter 02 - Changes
I stand watching as she comes up to me, feeling desire build with each step she takes, but then she stops, frozen, looking at me as if she has never seen me before. I release the breath I hadn’t realized I was holding as she approaches slowly, my eyes glued to hers, hoping that by my sheer desire for her she might be drawn to me.
Pausing directly in front of me she quietly I states, "You can stand under my umbrella." As she reaches out for my hand. I try to understand, searching her eyes for the meaning I hope is behind the words. Finally I nod blinded by the hope I struggle to restrain for fear it will be crushed. I take her hand, gripping it tightly afraid that it might be snatched back as she comes to her senses and realizes how wrong I am for her. When I realize I am hurting her with my grip, I ever so slightly loosen my fingers, compensating for that loss in closeness by moving nearer to her as she turns and guides us toward the TARDIS.
The door closes behind us and I watch as she closes the umbrella. I am unsure what to do or say, so I say nothing, waiting for her to show me her intentions, show me if she truly has forgiven me for my earlier outburst.
Moving ever so slowly, she closes the distance between us. "You’re soaked through," she states as she moves her hand across my chest and I hold my breath at the fire her touch ignites, afraid to jinks this as she slowly pulls back my jacket. I freeze, unsure of her intentions searching her face for understanding. I can tell she is nervous but I have to know what it is she wants, too many times now I have assumed and she has shown me how differently we can see things. As her hands move to my waist a spark of anticipation flares within me. I hold very still in hope that she is thinking of more than just wet clothing, and gulp in a small breath as her small soft hands touch my skin and desire crackles through me like high voltage. I see her eyes flick to mine, as if asking if this is okay, before she proceeds and I may as well have been turned to stone for all my ability to respond. As she moves my jumper up, anticipation burns brighter and I shed the soggy fabric in hopes that I am not making a big mistake.
As soon as it clears my person my eyes snap to hers in an attempt to glean some encouragement, but as she gently caresses my cheek I can't help but close my eyes at the pleasure of her touch. As her lips touch mine I feel an overpowering desire for her take hold and I deepen the kiss. I draw her tightly to me, never wanting to let her go. With one hand crawling beneath her shirt I roam the dampness of her back. With my other one I move to explore the firmness of her bum and pull her closer so she fully understands the effect she is having on me. Better she draw away from me now than me being forced to face her rejection later.
I feel her draw slightly back and I see her eyes get a bit wider, my hearts plummet until a huge smile, and an aggressive movement to recapture my lips accompany those actions. My own smile is aborted as her tongue entreats entrance and I focus on matching her passion. It is my turn to pull away; distracted by the lovely things her mouth was doing, I had lost track of her hands for a moment but that changes as I feel her right hand come down and cup my manhood through my jeans and a groan is pulled from me.
“I believe we were going to get you out of those wet things,” she says with a cheeky grin as she parks that wicked little tongue at the side of her mouth, as she gently strokes me up and down.
“Fantastic!” I blurt out as I capture her tormenting appendage, entwining our fingers for the time being to prevent further distraction and begin to lead her quickly toward my bedroom. It doesn’t take long to get there as Verity shuffles the rooms and I spot my bedroom door appearing in the corridor just down from the main entrance. As I reach the door I hesitate as my fears of earlier resurface.
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I panic a bit as he stops at the door, wondering if he has changed his mind, but am quickly reassured as he asks, “Are you sure?” I attempt to snog him senseless as a reply as I open the door. As we enter I notice how very Spartan his room is; a queen bed, a small nightstand and two doors on the left hand wall. The one I suspect is a closet the other is partially open showing a slice of a simple sink the only indicator it is anything but a guest room is the rumpled beding, it seems as if it this is a place he hardly frequents. But we are not here for me to examine his décor. We are here because he has finally let me in and I have no intention of giving him a chance to change his mind.
I step in close, pulling myself tight to his frame, feeling the solidness of his hardness nestled between us and I smile at the dark look of pleasure he gives me as I push myself forward compressing it between our bodies. His eyes are mesmerizing and for a moment the flickering gold flecks drifting in lazy movements entrance me. "Your eyes are so beautiful," I can't help but mumble and I feel him stiffen in my arms and his eyes close almost as if he is intent on hiding any difference between us. "Please... don't hide I..." I trail off, enough with the words if they cause this reaction in him, so instead I decide to show him exactly what I desire.
I slide one hand up his naked side, so smooth and strong, and feel him shiver in reaction as I stroke his member with my other. As his eyes open, glowing an impossible combination of blue and gold, he asks, "Is this what you really want?" his voice is husky and not quite... well human. It is almost as if he is speaking in two different sound ranges at one time, one slightly lower than his normal voice the other so low as to be almost be subsonic and the two weave in perfect harmony and send incredible shivers of pleasure through me. His voice is lovely to me most of the time but this sound is like liquid sex. I suspect he could bring me to completion just by speaking to me in that voice and I get goose bumps as he quietly says my name, gentle and yet at the same time demanding an answer to his question. My eyes snap into focus as he does and I reply, "Ohhh Yes!" The smile he gives me is mischievous and makes me feel weak in the knees and I slide my hands across his back to get a stabilizing grip on his body.
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