Valentine's Day- pt. VI- And the Night After

by Kitty Wisdom (<danakszoul@hotmail.com>)


Pete watched Kitty sip gingerly at the glass of champagne in her hand, his
eyes riveted on her mouth for a while, before he became transfixed once
more with her lithe figure.

"Are you done with yours?" She laughed.

"Hm?" He looked down to find that he had barely touched his own drink. "Oh,
right." He knocked it back as he was accustomed to doing, before coughing
most of it back up, causing Kitty to laugh even harder.

"Are you okay?"

"Not bloody funny, Pryde," he growled, wiping the front of his shirt with
his hands.

"I'm sorry, Pete, I really am... It's just _really_ funny!"

"You wouldn't be laughing if it was you chokin' on it. All them flippin'
bubbles..."

"I know, I know... Here, let's get you out of that wet shirt... And those
wet trousers..."

"They aren't."

"Here." She tossed the last few drops of hers onto him. "Now they are. Take
'em off."

"Oi!"

"Oh, like you're so upset." She grinned, unbuttoning his slacks. She
finished undressing him before laying back on the bed. "Now it's your
turn."

"Right, right..." He eased one lacy cup aside, pausing to kiss her soft,
ivory breast, to tease one pink nipple to marble-hardness with his tongue.
He reached around to unhook the bra with one hand, the other brushing soft
chestnut curls from her face. "Love you..." He breathed, his eyes locked on
hers.

"I love you, too..." She stroked his face. It was smoother than she was used
to, the result of Pete's making an actual effort to shave properly that
morning. She didn't have the heart to tell him that she liked the rough,
bad-boy look the stubble gave him (or rather, added to) after all the effort
he put into 'cleaning up nice'. Her hand slipped from his cheek, to the
side of his neck, to his chest.

Pete slid his hands under her soft, rounded buttocks, gently massaging her
flesh before unhooking the garter belt and working his hands under the sides
of her knickers to slide them down her long legs. Lowering his body on top
of hers, Pete slowly penetrated her, careful not to put too much or too
little weight on her body, and in particular, her breasts.

Kitty gasped, writhing beneath him. She could feel his lips dance along her
throat, her collarbone, before he arched his back to reach her heaving
bosom. He supported his weight mainly on his forearms, which were tucked
beneath her body as he held her close. He made love to her as if they were
the only things on earth. There were no other people outside there room, in
fact, the workd outside their room didn't exist. It was just Pete, Kitty,
and the bed they lay in.

She twisted her body so that she could kiss him, his lips, chin, neck and
chest. She could still taste a slight flavour of champagne on him. He was
murmuring 'I love you's and impure suggestions into her hair, and she
replied by moaning his name, and occasionally 'you'. His mouth reclaimed
hers once more, and he pulled away only to breath heavily and gaze down at
her before passion swept his body so forcefully that he had to close them
again.

His whole body tensed above hers, and if he hadn't felt her react similarly
beneath him, it would have troubled him. But Kitty was just as satisfied
with their lovemaking as he was, and she snuggled into his post-sex embrace
gratefully, soon dropping off into slumber.

*****

"Kitty? Wake up, Luv..."

"What? What time is it?" She grumbled, rolling over in his arms to see what
was the matter.

"Um... Almost ten-fifteen." He gulped sheepishly. "I know I should have said
this earlier, but... I was just so wrapped up in-- you, that I forgot until
I woke up just now." He took her hand gently in his.

"Can't it wait until the morning?"

"Sorry, Luv. It's gotta be on the day."

Kitty felt something slip onto her finger. She looked down, her eyes
adjusting to the dim moonlight, to see a ring that matched the necklace Pete
had given her earlier. A gold band with a small sapphire heart.

"This is what couldn't wait until morning? Pete, why didn't you just give it
to me at the restaurant along with the necklace?" Still groggy from lack of
sleep, Kitty rolled back to face the wall. "It's just jewelry, it doesn't
need to come to me on Valentine's Day if you forget it..."

"No, Kitty... It did need to come ta you on Valentine's day... And it ain't
just jewelry. That feeling I get, being so wrapped up in you that the rest
of the world goes away... I can't get enough of that. I can't live sneakin'
across the hall... Standing in the shadows while I watch everyone else, and
you... I can't not be with you every second, because you make it all
worthwhile. You make me feel like the man I want to be. And the man I want
to be... He's sort of... He's sort of married ta you."

"Oh, Pete... I don't know what to say!" She sat up and turned to look at
him. This certainly wasn't what she expected.

"Well, yes would be nice, but... I mean, I understand if you'd rather
just... I mean, you've got your whole life ahead of you, and I don't want to
screw it up if you were lookin' for a career, wot..."

"Pete, of course it's yes!" She threw her arms around his neck, knocking him
back down onto the mattress.

"Oh. Good. Relief." He said, his thoughts and words disjointed, delirious
with happiness past the point of rational speech.

"Mm... Pete, I think it's the most beautiful ring ever, and I can't wait to
show everyone, and I can't wait to start planning a wedding, and I can't
wait--"

"Thought you was tired, Pryde."

"Last names? A bit formal now that we're engaged, isn't it?"

"Can't use it for much longer."

"Point. You were saying?"

"Said I thought you was tired." He put an arm around her, smiling down at
her bright face, at the way the moonlight shone in her eyes.

"Not too tired..." Kitty murmured, running her fingers through his hair.

Fin