Subject: [OTL]: [Pryde and Wisdom] NC17: Rainstorms and Fires..
Date: Sat, 3 Apr 1999 01:26:08 -0800 (PST)
From: AnaLyssie <lyssjean@yahoo.com>


*sigh* I warn you now. I have NEVER written erotica. I
have NO experience with it.

That said, this piece probably is not NC17. It IS R,
though..

Disclaimer: I'm borrowing them because they need SOME
recreation. No money is made.

This is dedicated to Andie, who got me thinking about
rainstorms and fires and steam baths. *grumble* And
there are so many OTHER things I could be doing..

This story is a semi-sequel to 'On the Subject of
Being Lost'

Rip away, folks. However, if you pop-up or MiSTie, I
know a rather large group of people. We consider
ourselves Family. And we know some LOVELY techniques
of torture.

Rainstorms and Fires
by Ana Lyssie Cotton

Kitty smiled. The last few weeks had been more
wonderful than she'd thought working out in a desert
and then in dirty, grungy, cities could be. Still, it
had been deadly serious for SO long, especially right
after they'd found each other again. ~Over a store
loudspeaker. And cursing all the while,~ she thought 
in amusement and love.

Around her the city pulsed, people dashed about and
birds flew around and played in the gutters. Next to
her was a park bench. Pete had requested that she
stake it out. ~He seems to think it would be stolen 
or something,~ had been her original thought. Having
already asked three people to vacate the area,
though..

Right now, the man she loved was buying them lunch
from a street vendor. Spicy noodles and pop.
"Wonderfully nutritious, Pete, dear."

"Well, it's good, love," he replied indubitably and
tore into his own bowl as they settled on the bench.
They munched in companionable silence as the wind
rustled through the trees of the little park.

Closing her eyes, she savoured the steamy noodles.
Every so often, she liked feeling decadent and eating
things she shouldn't. This time it was noodles. Of
course, Pete could go through three times the amount of
food she could. Junk stuff, too. And he stayed as wiry
and skinny as always. She shook her head slightly and
worked her way through her lunch.

*plink*

"Pete, did you hear--"

*plink* *plink*

"More of them, I think--"

*Crackow!* *plinkshwash* Rain poured down on them,
drenching them in seconds. "One of those freak summer
rain storms, right?" she yelled over the falling rain,
thunder and wind.

Pete didn't reply, just dumped their food on the bench
and pulled her to her feet. "May I have this dance?"

"What?! Pete, it's pouring rain!!"

"I'd still like to dance with you, milady," he
replied, bowing to her.

She giggled and curtsied. "Why, sir, yes!"

And so they danced. Kind of. In the pouring rain and
with no music they swung through the small patch of
grass and trees in unison. Kitty felt silly and giddy
and wet.

"Pete! I need to get dry, this is really nasty
feeling!"

He nodded and wrapped an arm around her waist to lead
her back to their hotel. They made it and rode the
elevator, dripping and giggling, up to the penthouse
suite. The company they were investigating for had
paid them quite a lot, and put them in the room.

Cautiously, they automatically checked the door and
area surrounding it. Nothing. So they went in.

"It appears untouched. I'm off for a shower," Kitty
said, striding towards the bathroom and beginning to
shiver.

"Wait, love." Pete snagged her arm and tugged her
towards the fireplace in one wall (a VERY expensive
suite). "Let's start a fire first."

She watched him do that and smiled at the economical
way he used the wood. She lit the match and touched it
to the paper. With a crackle it began to go up in
flames.

Pete pulled her to him silently and they began dancing
slowly in front of the fire, enjoying the heat and
closeness. ~I could never stop this. Even wet and
cold, I don't want to stop,~ she thought as something
began stirring within her.

"Pete, I--"

"Shh," he said softly before leaning over and gently
covering her lips with his. She mewed and stretched
her body up, wrapping her arms around his neck.

For a long time they kissed, each drinking from the
other. Heat flowed between them. Kitty gasped as his
hand slid under her shirt and lightly cupped her
breast. Then his hands were gently skinning her shirt
off, they separated and he pulled it over her head. 
He leaned back and stared at her. "You're so bloody
beautiful."

"Why thank you," she replied somewhat breathlessly. 
He reached behind her and unhooked the bra, pulling 
it down her arms, then off her breasts. He stopped 
to gaze at them. "Don't say it, I'm beautiful," she
whispered.

"Yeah," he nodded. His hands reached out and he began
unzipping her jeans, then dragged them and her
underwear down her legs.

She stood there, completey naked, and stared down at
him. He stared back. "Now what?"

He snorted. "Bloody hell, Pryde, you should know how
it goes by now," he leered. "We've certainly done this
enough."

Blushing, Kitty dropped to her knees and reached for
the buttons on his shirt. "Maybe so, there are still
variations I like to learn, though."

A chuckle vibrated through him as she spread her
fingers across his chest and slid the shirt over his
shoulders. There was something very sensual about
Pete's chuckle. Especially this one. It always sent
little shivers down her spine as if it were caressing
her in places his hands normally touched.

She smiled impishly and leaned forward to kiss his
chest. He gasped and she looked up at him, teasingly,
then ran her tongue lightly around a nipple and
watched him close his eyes and shudder a bit.

As she began helping him out of his wet pants, she
watched carefully and so wasn't surprised when he
suddenly lunged forward and pinned her to the fluffy
carpet. She was learning.

Pete marvelled as he stared down at the beautiful,
vibrant woman below him. She looked straight back 
at him with such love in her eyes. There was lust
there, too, and it began rising as his hands played
over her body. Her skin was so soft, it made him want
to slide his hands over it forever. He buried his head
in her shoulder and breathed in the scent of her.

For a moment Kitty thought he was going to go to
sleep, then his fingers parted her folds and began
playing and she knew he hadn't. Her back arched and
she tightened her hold on him. He trailed his lips
down her throat to her breasts and began teasing them
with his tongue. She moaned and threaded her fingers
in his hair.

Fire moved languidly through her veins, pulsing under
her skin. His fingers worked, pushing her harder,
higher. She arched higher, trying to bring his
fingers closer. He bit down gently on one nipple and
she shattered, ecstasy filling her as she shuddered.

For a while they just lay there, as she regained her
breath and her heartbeat slowed. Then he began the
process all over again, his lips finding hers. She
sighed into his mouth and reached down to wrap her
fingers around the length of him. He shuddered.

"Hang on, love." She whimpered as he released her to
dig through his pants pocket, finally coming up with a
foil-covered packet. She helped him put it on, both of
them shivering with need.

"Pete," she reached out for him, caressing him. He
moaned and wrapped his arms around her, then rolled
onto his back. She blinked down at him, "I.." Her lips
stretched into a grin and she found him. "There."

He sighed as she slid onto him, sheathing him. She
echoed the sigh and they slowly began moving,
establishing a rhythm that was at once new and yet
familiar. ~As old as time.~

It didn't take long before the play of firelight 
and sweatsoaked skin brought them both gasping to
completion.  Kitty collapsed forward her head resting
on his chest. "That.. I'm always going to like
rainstorms, I think."

"So shall I."

Kitty was nearly asleep, a long day and the rain
having tired her. (Being completely relaxed after the
wonderful love-making session had something to do with
it, too.) "Kitty. Love, I think we should move to the
bed."

She grumbled but carefully disentangled from him,
feeling regret as she stood. ~Sticky. I'm still sticky
and damp from the rain.~ She frowned. "I'm taking a
shower first."

"Is that an offer, Pryde?" He leered again.

"Oh, you," she giggled then stopped. "Good grief. I
just giggled. Is there any hope for me?"

"Nah, there hasn't been since you started shagging me
hairy ass."

"Your ass is NOT hairy, it's quite cute," she walked
around him to survey said appendage. "Quite.. cute."
She turned and headed for the bathroom, "Coming?"

"I certainly hope so."

_-Finis, for now-_
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