| Neighbors By Lilybird |
| Scene 25: He knocked and she didn't answer. He opened the door and called out her name, still no reply. He could hear music playing in the kitchen, but it wasn't the rock music he thought she had been dancing to earlier. Now she had on jazz and he headed for the sound. When he got to the doorway, he stopped and caught his breath. She was standing with her back to him, one leg kicked out to the side, the slit of her skirt opening over her calf and knee, her foot arched in gorgeous black heels. Her hair was twisted up off her neck, showing the line from her shoulder to her ear as she had her head cocked to one side, as always blowing a few loose hairs out of her face. He didn't think he had ever seen anything more alluring in his life. He couldn't speak, and he stood and watched her for what seemed like an eternity. She had her wineglass in one hand, and was putting something on a cookie sheet, oblivious to him behind her. She set down her glass and grabbed a potholder turning to put the sheet in the oven and when she caught him out of her peripheral vision, she jumped and almost dropped the garlic bread. "My god, Oded, you scared the life out of me!" her hand on her chest, as she set the pan under the broiler of the stove. "Sorry," he was still tongue tied, now seeing her from the front. She had a dishtowel tied across the front of her skirt, her hands now on her hips. He watched her breasts rise from the neckline of her sweater. "What?" she asked him uncomfortable under the heat of his gaze, "Do I have something on my face?" she reached up and brushed her cheek with her hand, tucking more hair behind her ear. He smiled shyly at her, "No, I... you..." he was stammering, unprepared for the beauty he saw in front of him. "Then what?" she asked again, more coyly now, a little smile playing on the corner of her mouth as she walked towards him. "You are... I have never seen...come here..." his voice was deep and he waved her over with his finger, his eyes smoldering. She saw the look in his eyes and knew he would see it in hers. 'He must like the heels,' she thought. She had already finished her second glass of wine and was feeling a little tipsy, and he looked good enough to eat, she thought to herself. She reached him and wrapped her hands around his neck, spinning her fingertips in the fine hairs at the nape of his neck. She looked up at him, feeling his hands on her back, already finding skin under the edge of her sweater; she felt goosebumps rising under his fingers as he stroked her spine. He stood looking down into her eyes, reading the flecks of gold she couldn't hide. She closed them and he finally dropped his lips to hers. Tenderly, then lifting them away to look at her again. She could feel his breath on her cheek and turned her mouth to his again. He continued to kiss her gently, lightly, caressing her lips with his, pulling her bottom lip into his mouth with his teeth. Loving the slow languid feel of her lips against his own he thought he could kiss her like this forever. Then he felt her hips move against his, and the brush of her arched foot against his ankle, her legs between his own and the heat that had been simmering in the pit of his stomach boiled over and seared him. He grabbed her tightly, then turning he pushed her against the doorframe pressing the entire length of his body against hers. His tongue in her mouth, he could taste the wine she had been drinking and he groaned, his voice low and gravelly. She held onto his shoulders trying to catch a breath but feeling like he was drawing everything out of her. In her heels she was closer to his height and felt his hips pressed almost against her own, his jeans rubbing against her through her skirt. He finally let her lips go, dropping his mouth farther to caress her neck, his hands still tightly around her waist, pulling her as tight to his body as he could. She gasped and ran her hands through his hair, feeling his beard against the bare skin of her neck. She heard the oven timer but couldn't stop him as she felt his hands come up the sides of her ribs to cup the swell of her breasts, his nose now touching the skin exposed between her breasts inhaling the scent of the flowers. Then she noticed the smoke. "Oded, we're going to burn the house down," she groaned against his hair, smelling the vanilla shampoo he used in it. He looked up, then noticed the smoke coming from the oven. He stood upright, letting her go and running his hands across his face as she bolted from the spot he had pinned her to, to pull the now burned garlic toast from the oven. She laughed as she ran water over the cookie sheet making it hiss in protest. "So much for bread with dinner." She looked over at him, still feeling the heat in her body as it raced through her. "We could skip dinner," his voice smooth as velvet. It sent a tingle up her spine. "But..." she didn't know what to say. He meant what he said and she knew it, she was learning, that he always chose his words carefully, and she should take him seriously. "...I'm hungry." 'That sounded lame,' she thought immediately, trying to calm her pulse down. He laughed and now ran his hands through his hair, then grabbed a glass and poured himself some wine from the bottle she had left on the counter. He leaned against the counter, crossing his feet at the ankles as he watched her serve the lasagna. Reminding himself that indeed, he had worried earlier about even being able to get through dinner before he tried to take her to bed. 'We have all night,' he mentally told himself, 'take it slow 'ded, enjoy it... enjoy her.' "Besides, you're not getting out of showing me those movies," she poked him in the ribs with her finger as she handed him a plate to carry out to the table. He took it and following her he reached forward to touch her hip letting his hand sweep over her ass. She jumped forward and swatted at him with her dishtowel. "Behave yourself, or you'll get no dessert." "What's for dessert?" he asked, sitting down next to her, "you?" She blushed and couldn't look at him, pouring more wine into both of their glasses, remembering her thought about being his dessert earlier this week, thoughts of whipped cream entered her head. "No," she looked up trying to meet his gaze, "ice cream." "I don't like ice cream." He stated matter of factly. "Get out of here!... you must be kidding," she teased him, assuming he was joking. He didn't flinch, just sat smiling at her. "Really, are you serious?" she asked a little more trepidatiously. "I'm serious," a little smile on his lips. "No..." she didn't believe him. "Abby, I'm serious, I'm not a fan of ice cream." "Well, I'll be. Oded Fehr you may be the first person I have ever met who doesn't like ice cream," she answered him, sitting back astonished, "I guess I learn something new every time I see you." He chuckled and leaned forward onto his elbows, reaching for her hand, "Mmmm... and I learn more about you every time I see you too... besides I think I'll hold out for the first dessert I mentioned," he teased her, knowing it would make her blush. It did, and he laughed out loud, until she kicked him under the table and then ran her heel along the edge of his calf, both shocking him with pain and then heating him up again with arousal. She didn't look at him, just picked up her fork and started eating dinner. The lasagna had turned out beautifully and she savored it on her tongue. He finally picked up his fork and tried it too. It was good and for a few minutes they ate quietly, enjoying the food, and letting some time pass between them. The sexual banter having already spiked a level of heat between them they both needed to quiet a bit. But she just couldn't help herself, the wine making her tipsy and now thinking about the kiss from the kitchen she flushed then giggled. "So 'ded explain something to me..." he looked up at her, taking another bite of lasagna. "How is it we spend all day together, casually, friendly, no sexual tension, at least nothing obvious that I felt, until I suppose right up to the end when you planted that kiss on me," she looked up to see his eyes smoldering, a smirk on his face as he listened to her ramble. "Sorry, I digress... but tonight from the moment you came through the door I've felt like any moment we could tear each others clothes off. What's the deal?" She ended it so matter of factly, he laughed. "Doc, are you kidding?" he paused laughing a little. When she continued looking at him seriously, he finally got serious too. He put down his fork and held his hand up, "Okay, number one, today we were out in public, I couldn't have 'torn your clothes off' even if I had wanted too," he winked at her. "And number two, we both know this evening has been building all week, I've been eluding to it, you have too. I've been telling myself all afternoon to slow down with you, I was afraid I'd do exactly what I did when I found you in the kitchen, but my god you look too fantastic to not touch." He looked at her again, his voice going all warm and velvety again, "besides, you set it up... you dressed for it... for me." She blushed, "Me? You're saying I'm the one who put this sexual tension in the air?" she stated rather astonished. He just sat looking at her, a slight smile on his face, one eyebrow raised, as he took another bite of lasagna, she smiled and giggled again, "It's the shoes isn't it? The heels went just a little too far," she smiled playfully, making him laugh. "Those definitely help," he groaned rolling his eyes towards the ceiling. "Next time, I'll try not to be so obvious," she smiled devilishly. "Please, feel free to be obvious," his eyes locked on hers. They fell back into silence, Abby not knowing how to respond. She sipped her wine. Very aware that he had placed his left hand next to her right, and was stroking her fingers with his thumb. She felt flushed all over. Whether he liked ice cream or not she needed some to cool some of these flames, she thought. She pushed her chair back and grabbed her plate. "What else would you like?" she asked. He smiled slyly at her debating about what to say. She caught on before he could say it. "I'm getting ice cream," she announced, taking a step away from the table, she rephrased her question to him. "What you like anything else to eat?" Again he smiled. She blushed, and threw her napkin at him. "Do you want any more food? Lasagna, salad, wine, an apple, Oreos?" she rattled through the list. "No, I'm fine," he laughed, pushing away from the table, locking his hands behind his head as he watched her walk away. Dinner had been great, but he didn't think he actually remembered what most of it tasted like anyway. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. She came back a minute later, a dish of raspberry chocolate chunk ice cream and a spoon in her hand. She sat down, not pulling her chair up to the table, crossing her legs and letting the bowl rest on her knee as she looked at him sitting with his eyes closed. He had a gorgeous profile, and she admired the strength of the line of his nose, noticing under his beard that he had a cleft in his chin. He opened his eyes when he heard her spoon clink against her bowl and watched her take a bite of the ice cream. She smiled at him and offered him a taste. He debated for a second then he reached out and took the spoon, but instead of tasting it himself, he reached across and placed his fingers on the back of her neck, pulling her closer to him. He turned the spoon and fed her the ice cream, but before she could swallow it, he leaned into her and kissed her tasting it in her mouth. She pushed a chocolate chunk into his mouth with her tongue and waited while he let it melt in his mouth. She smiled against his lips and he let her go, sitting back in his chair, smiling and licking his full bottom lip, stained with chocolate. "See, not so bad," she offered, her voice a little wavy as the heat in her body threatened to explode after a kiss like that. "mmm..." he acknowledged, putting his hands behind his head, smiling and closing his eyes again. She didn't dare offer him another bite; not sure her body could handle another ice cream kiss. She was starting to wonder if they would even get to the movies, let alone make it through two of them, not sure if she even wanted too. She looked at her watch, 6:00, dinner had gone quickly compared to last week. Neither seemed interested in that much conversation tonight. She smiled as she thought about why. He seemed relaxed with his eyes closed sitting next to her, his long legs stretched out under the table, crossed at the ankles. She took one more bite and decided she had enough ice cream. She stood up and grabbed a few more plates off the table, heading for the kitchen. He opened his eyes and watched her walk away, the heel of her shoes making her sway her hips a little more as she walked. He stood to go help her clean up, grabbing glasses off the table. He smiled thinking this was how he had first kissed her last week. She was straightening up in the kitchen when he joined her. "Can I help," he asked. She looked at him suspiciously, "What do you mean?" "Nothing, I swear, I just asked if I could help..." he raised his hands in self defense of his innocence. She smirked, "I think that may be the first thing you've said all evening that hasn't had a double meaning." She tossed him a washcloth to go wipe off the table while she loaded the dishwasher. When he came back in the kitchen she met him at the door. "Why don't you go get the first movie set up." He shrugged and smiled, "okay..." resigned, he decided not to tease her again about watching something else. He turned on the TV and VCR and set the movie up, past the previews, waiting for her on the couch. She joined him a few minutes later, bringing wineglasses for them both. She sat down next to him. He was looking at the remote trying to find the play button. He got the movie going and leaned back on the couch, letting out a big sigh. "Is there anything I should know before we start the movie?" she asked, looking over at him. "Like what?" He seemed a little reserved as he pulled farther back into the arm of the couch. "I don't know," she answered. "I think you can figure it out as we go," he teased her, "I'll fill you in if you have any questions while it plays." He suddenly slid off the couch and onto the floor grabbing a pillow as he went, his lanky legs splayed and bent at the knee. He really hated watching himself on screen, getting very self-conscious about it and thought it would be easier if he couldn't see her face when she watched. She thought it odd that he chose to sit on the floor instead of next to her, but decided to let him be. A little space between them might be good. The movie opened and his voice began the narration. "Is that you?" she asked, already interrupting the movie. "Yes." He answered her, "now listen to the introduction, or the movie won't make sense." She smiled and shifted her hips to be closer to him, crossing her legs and letting them touch his arm. He looked over when he felt her knee at his shoulder, and smiling, he let his head rest against her leg. She reached down and started running her fingers through his hair, playing with the wisps at the top. He closed his eyes and smiled in satisfaction. She watched quietly for about 10 minutes, playing with his hair while taking in the story. He knew the first scene of him on the horse was coming and he tensed a little. It took her a second to recognize him, flowing robe, tall hat, tattoos and long hair. She sat up straight when she did, pulling on his hair with her fingers. "Oh my god, Oded, that's you." "Yes, it is." He sighed, hoping she would relax and go back to scratching his head, which he had just discovered felt absolutely wonderful. He reached up for her hand and placed it back on his head after smiling up at her. She went back to running her fingers through his short hair, waiting for the next scene, disbelieving the way he had looked on the TV. He shifted his hips to lean more heavily against her leg, and slid his arm between her legs and the couch, running his hand up the inside of her skirt to stroke the skin of her calves. She still had on those damn sexy black shoes and it made the muscles in her calves tight and smooth under his fingers. He played with the heel of her shoe, running his fingers along her ankle. He could feel her flex her foot in response to his fingers, and she tightened her grip on his hair when he stroked the back of her leg up towards her knee, but she didn't say anything. He closed his eyes focusing on the feel of her hands in his hair, for a brief moment wishing he had long hair again just to feel her hands in it. She sat quietly for the next twenty minutes, trying to ignore the feel of his hands on her legs, waiting for him to show up on screen again, but he didn't. Frustrated she leaned over looking at him, "so is that it, or are you in this some more?" He laughed, "there is more coming, but my role in this movie isn't that big, I have a larger role in the second movie." He closed his eyes knowing the next scene with him was only a few seconds away. He heard the beginning of the battle scene and squelched a little as he opened his eyes to catch the stunt double riding in on his horse. Then he popped up on screen, scimitars in hand. He felt her tighten her grip in his hair again and sat up uncrossing her legs, forcing him to sit up too. He leaned back against the couch, waiting for her reaction. She didn't say anything at all, and he started to get nervous. When the scene ended, she grabbed the remote and hit stop, turning to look at him. "What's with the long hair?" she asked, teasing him already. "What do you mean?" "Was that a wig?" she laughed a little. "No, that was really my hair," he chuckled at the idea. "Your kidding, you had long hair?" she was stunned. "Can we just watch the movie please?" he grabbed the remote from her and hit play. "Wait," she grabbed the remote back, and rewound the scene starting it over again, laughing. "Oh god, no... this is bad enough without watching it twice, " he groaned turning to bury his face in her skirt. Pounding on the couch with his fist in mock frustration. "Oh deal, 'ded!" she chided him, sighing a little as the scene played again. "Damn, Oded, you are sexy in this movie." "See, that is why I didn't want to watch this." "Why, what's wrong with being sexy? You're good at it." She smiled and pulled his head back against her leg, running her fingers across his scalp again. He sighed and closed his eyes as the movie kept playing. He heard her laugh a few times, but tried to not pay attention, glad she was enjoying the film, but anxious to have it over. He heard her grab the remote and rewind a scene to watch again. He opened his eyes to see what she was watching. He looked up at her as she rewound the scene a third time. "What are you doing now?" he asked as he saw the airplane scene sink into the quicksand for now the fourth time. "I'm just studying your technique for climbing off the airplane and the little hair flip thing you're doing when you pull the leather hat off and remove the machine gun." She giggled, as he groaned again. "You're killing me here!" he lamented. She laughed and slid off the couch and onto the floor next to him letting the movie play forward. She leaned across to kiss away the exasperated look he had on his face, running her hand across his stomach and letting it rest on his thigh. " 'ded, you're being a great sport about this, thank you." She lifted his arm to climb underneath it and wrap it around her, resting her head against his shoulder as he resigned himself to finishing the movie. A few minutes later however he was forced to get up and walk away from her as she started laughing and doing her best Ardeth Bay imitation of "Save the girl, Kill the creature!" She let him go and climbed back onto the couch, finally kicking off her heels as she curled her feet up underneath her, expecting to finish the movie alone as he stalked into the kitchen. He wandered back in a few minutes and plopped down at the other end of the couch, not touching her. She could swear he was pouting about her teasing him, if it was possible for that bottom lip of his to look any more full and pouty than normal. The movie was close to over and he grabbed the remote to turn it off as the credits started to roll. "Hey," she called, trying to get back the remote. "It's done, it's just the credits..." he looked at her a little exasperated. "I know, but I wanted to see your name." "You don't need to see my name, you can believe me when I tell you that was really me," he grabbed her feet and pulled her legs toward him forcing her to lay down on the couch, her skirt moving up over her knees. She looked up at him surprised at how he had pulled her down and saw the deep color of his eyes as he looked at her. Something had gotten him all aroused again and she caught her breath at the heat radiating from him. He knelt, one knee between her knees, his other leg on the floor. He leaned down onto her, running his hand under her sweater, as he found her breast behind the material of her bra with his fingers and stopping her weak protest with his mouth. He gently rubbed the material of her bra across her breast with his thumb until he felt the peak stiffen, then he let go of her breast and ran his hand back down to her knee and up under her skirt, quickly finding the spot between her legs that was wet and warm. She arched her back, pressing her hips down onto the couch trying to avoid his fingers. Her hands grabbed his arm, pressing his hand away from her, as she tried to press her legs together, then breaking the kiss between them by turning her head. "Whoa," she could feel his breath, his face at her throat, "slow down, 'ded," she whispered into his ear. "I'm not going anywhere." "Sorry," he moaned, "I didn't plan that... you just overwhelm me." He sat up obviously frustrated and pulled her up next to him, as she tugged at her skirt, now almost around her hips. She stood up rearranging her skirt and then turned and cautiously sat across his lap, taking his face in her hands, she kissed him softly. "You overwhelm me too," she offered quietly, pressing her forehead to his, looking into his eyes. "Thank you for showing me the movie" she pressed a kiss to his nose, forgiving him for grabbing her like he had. He chuckled against her, wrapping his arms around her waist, calming down. "You're welcome Xatixa, ... please tell me we don't have to watch the second one tonight." His eyes pleaded with her. She looked at him, smiling then climbed off his lap. "Oh no you don't. Oded it's only 8:00, and besides if we don't watch it tonight, I'm guessing you won't ever agree to watch it, and I'll end up watching it alone. Would you prefer that?" She stood in front of him, her arms folded across her chest. He seriously debated about how to answer her. He moaned and dropped his head against the back of the couch. "Fine, woman, you win! Although I can think of plenty of things to do with you, besides watch this movie," he answered more quietly, then started mumbling in Hebrew as he climbed off the couch and grabbed The Mummy Returns to put in the VCR. She smiled, having heard what he said, " 'ded, do you like popcorn?" After the way he had grabbed her on the couch, she needed a reprieve from him. She hadn't expected him to touch her like that and felt butterflies in her stomach thinking about it. "Yes, why wouldn't I like popcorn?" he turned to her. "Well, you don't like ice cream, why should I assume you would like popcorn," she answered, her hand now on her hip, standing by the couch. He smiled, she was right, "yes, I do like popcorn, although I'm not sure I like it with wine." "I'm going to make some, and I'll bring out some sodas, if that's okay." "Great," untucking his shirt, resigning himself to the pain he would feel for at least a few more hours. She padded into the kitchen, relieved to be barefoot again. She waited in the kitchen while the popcorn finished in the microwave thinking about what was happening between them. She didn't know what she had done to have him grab her like that on the couch. She blushed again just thinking about it. He was passionate and fiery, and she worried that he would be disappointed with her. He knew her history and how long it had been and she hoped he would understand and be patient with her lack of experience. The microwave beeped and she grabbed the popcorn pouring it into a bowl, then she took a deep breath and headed back to the living room. While she was in the kitchen, he also sat reflecting on the evening. He had put a lot of pressure on tonight he realized. After twice this week having to walk away from her instead of taking her to bed, he was wound up tight as a spring. He hadn't meant to pull her onto the couch like that, he had walked back into the living room and looked at her sitting, her feet tucked under her skirt, her sweater dropped off her shoulder, 'oh, her shoulders', he thought. Sitting down next to her he had once again caught the scent of the lilies on her skin, and while the movie ended he had let his mind focus on her and her body, and all he could think about was touching her. He would need to calm down he thought, not pressure her, 'if it is meant to happen tonight it will,' he told himself, 'but maybe it's still too soon.' He tried to reconcile this thought in his head, and had to tell himself to back off, let her enjoy the movie, enjoy it with her. 'Be patient and wait for her' he said out loud, in Hebrew. She heard him talking to himself as she walked back in. "What did you say?" she asked. He jumped not realizing she was behind him. "Nothing... come here," he patted the seat next to him on the couch, "join me." She looked at him cautiously. "I promise I'll behave myself," he rolled his eyes and reached out for the popcorn. She laughed and sat down next to him. "Wait... turn sideways," she told him. He did and she grabbed his outside leg pushing it onto the floor. She climbed up and turned her back to his chest. He could feel her backside pressed against his jeans and he groaned a little out of frustration. "Woman, you're not playing fair." She giggled and wiggled her ass a little. "Stop it, or there will be no second movie," he admonished her, his deep voice dropped to her ear. She caught her breath a little, realizing she was playing with fire again, and scooted her butt further down the couch, letting her head settle against his chest. "Is this better?" she asked, really wanting to know. "I suppose," he answered her, wrapping his arm around her, reaching for the popcorn she held in her lap. They started the second movie, curled up together on the couch. His mood had definitely improved and this time he decided to provide commentary for the movie as they watched it. He was telling her about Brendan and his problem with an ammo clip when she threw her head back laughing, clunking him hard with the clip that held up her hair. "Owww, Abby, what is that?" he asked clutching his chest. "Sorry", she leaned forward trying to turn around, reaching up to feel the clip. She undid it and let her hair fall, leaning against him more carefully. He just about swooned at the fragrance that hit his nose when she let her hair down and he leaned down to kiss the top of her head. She looked up and he kissed her softly, running his fingers through her hair at the nape of her neck. He looked up at the movie. "Wait, you don't want to miss this... this is cool," he rewound the movie to show her the scene of Imhotep trying to swallow the airship in water. She smiled and snuggled in more deeply, his arms wrapping more tightly around her as she laid her head on his chest, his chin resting on the top of her head. This time when the movie ended he let her turn it off. "So, what did you think?" he asked, curious. "Excellent, I like the bird and I can see why so many women have become fans. You are one sexy warrior in these movies, all powerful and mysterious," she ran her hand along his beard, "but I like your hair short," she smiled seductively at him, running her fingers up to his temples. He smiled broadly at her. "I'm glad, I got a lot of grief from people when I cut it, but I like it short too." He kissed her knuckles as he laced his fingers into hers and pulled her hand down to her lap. They sat quietly as the credits ran neither looking at the TV. Both waiting to try and figure out what the other wanted. The tension building between them, she finally climbed out of his arms and headed for the kitchen. She stood by the sink, poured herself a glass of water and tried to calmly drink it, but her hands were shaking. She was nervous, she knew why and wished she could get past it. She stood quietly looking out the window. The image of him waking up next to her in the morning hung before her eyes. She smiled. Then her hands started to shake again knowing what would happen in her bedroom before morning came. She wanted this, 'didn't she?', she wondered. She would have taken him upstairs without a second thought last Thursday, but he had given her an out, had impressed upon her that to him this was more than something physical. She had thought that she was emotionally ready, now she didn't know. What did she feel for this man? He was beautiful, she smiled thinking about him, his physical presence was stronger than any other man she had ever met. He was funny and playful, thinking of how he teased her. He was smart and thoughtful, interested in her and the things she enjoyed. His touch sent fire through her, his voice made her tremble. They had only known each other a week, could you fall in love with someone in a week? She knew more about him then she had about most of the men she dated, they had talked and talked about family and childhood, she was starting to understand his career and wondered how this would challenge them as they got more involved. She wanted him, wanted to feel him touch her, wanted to touch him. She closed her eyes thinking of the way his hands would feel on her skin. She couldn't deny the lust she felt, but deep inside she wondered if she was already feeling love. She turned as he came up behind her. When she had left him on the couch he had sighed and dropped his head back onto the arm, stretching his legs out straight and clenching his fists against his thighs. She was killing him. There needed to be some resolution, he either needed to leave and get some distance from her, or he needed her under him, preferably with no clothes on, he smiled, making himself laugh. He put his hand in his pocket, and felt the bracelet. He hadn't been able to find the right time to give it to her, and he worried if he gave it to her now she would go to bed with him out of obligation, a thank you gesture for the gift. 'No,' he thought, 'the bracelet would have to wait'. He hadn't expected her to take so long in the kitchen, he could see she hadn't turned the lights on and wondered what she was doing. He gave her a few more minutes, resigning himself as each minute passed that this didn't bode well for the rest of the evening. Finally, he got up and went to find her. She was standing looking out the window, the moonlight making her hair glow, her hands were on the counter and she looked like she was trembling. 'Was she crying?' he worried. His heart ached for her, he needed to hold her, he knew he loved her. She looked up at his face when she turned. He looked worried and she knew she had been gone too long. He gathered her into his arms, breathing into her hair he asked her if she was okay. "I'm fine," she sighed, "I'm sorry." He didn't know what she meant, "sorry for what?" he looked down at her, cupping her chin in his hands. She actually didn't know. She looked up at him again; he looked like he might laugh, a slight smile on his face. She relaxed against him and he stroked her hair. "Abby, I've put a lot of pressure on you tonight, I'm the one who should be sorry. I don't want you to feel like I have any expectations of you. I've had a wonderful time today. I haven't felt this relaxed and happy in a long time, I should thank you for that. " He felt her hug him tightly, then pull back to look at him. He let her go, and she stepped back towards the counter, using her hands to hop up onto it, her feet dangling below, the moonlight across her face. 'There was that innocence again,' he thought. She opened her mouth and asked her question before she could take it back, realizing too late that she put him on the spot. " 'ded, how long do you think it takes to fall in love with someone?" She knew as soon as she said it, the question was loaded to start with. Why did she constantly seem to find herself asking him these types of questions? He looked at her silently. His brain trying to figure out the best answer to this. He smiled as she blushed and looked away. "Do you mean, is it possible we," She cut him off, "I'm sorry, 'ded, I don't know why I just asked you that. Never mind, that's not fair." She climbed off the counter. "No, it's okay, I have an answer." She looked at him a little shocked, afraid of what she might hear. He spoke carefully, his accent heavy, "I don't believe in love at first sight, I think people are kidding themselves if they think they could know they love someone based only on appearance. That is lust, and people get swept up into that," he watched her reaction. She was leaning back against the counter, her arms crossed across her chest, watching him, her face hidden in the shadow of the cupboards. He continued, "I don't know how long it actually takes to know you are truly in love, I think love grows over time, so the very first moment is hard to know. I certainly think you have to know a person on the inside. You have to learn about them, share with them. Trust them. That might take years, or months, I don't think days is long enough. But maybe a week?... maybe." His voice faded off, he had just told her how he felt about her, without actually saying the words. He felt very vulnerable at that instant and needed to know what she was thinking. He took a step towards her. Her heart was lifted and she knew she had tears in her eyes as she heard the words he said. When she saw him step towards her, she flew towards him, and wrapped her arms around him, leaning up trying to reach his lips with her own. He bent and felt her mouth on his, her tongue pressing into his mouth. He let her in and let her explore him, holding her tightly against him. Relieved that apparently what he said had been the right answer. She pulled back, looking up at that beautiful face, " 'ded, take me upstairs." Her voice almost a whisper. He heard her and didn't pause for a second. 'Thank god,' he thought, not sure he could have walked away from her now if he had tried. He kissed her hard, impressing upon her that this was a serious decision. She kissed him back matching him with her passion. He didn't want to break the kiss, but didn't know how he would get her upstairs if he didn't. He certainly didn't want to make love to her here in the kitchen. He pulled his head up, feeling her try to follow him with her mouth. He grabbed her hand and turned, headed upstairs, pulling her behind him. He heard her giggle and slowed as they reached the bottom step, turning to look at her. He could see the passion in her eyes, they were deep and warm and those gold flecks were on fire. Her cheeks were flushed and she had her hand on her chest, her breasts rising and falling below her fingers. He growled and sat on the step, pulling her closer to him. He reached for her waist and yanked her sweater up and over her head as she raised her arms for him, then bringing them down and letting them rest on his shoulders. He leaned forward and kissed the skin on her stomach as she arched her back against his hands. He found the clasp to her bra and fumbling for a second struggled to undo it. He muttered in Hebrew and she laughed at him. Finally he got her bra undone and she let it fall off her shoulders as he looked up at her, the step he sat on making her stand over him. He saw the swell of her breasts and sucked in his breath at the sight of her in front of him. For a second he studied her, imprinting the sight of her into his memory. He glanced up and she saw his eyes shadowed by his long beautiful eyelashes, smiling at her. Then, one hand on the small of her back he pulled her to him, the other hand cupping one breast, roughly pressing it against her chest, he took the other peak into his mouth, rolling the hard bud between his teeth and tongue. He heard her gasp as he took more of her skin into his mouth and washed her skin with his tongue letting her go as she felt the cool air hit her making her harder as he turned and brushed his beard across her. He quickly moved across her chest to do the same to her other breast, and he felt her hand on the back of his head, pressing him against her as she arched into him giving more of herself to him. He felt her legs tremble and wrapped both arms around her supporting her as she leaned against him. He dropped one arm and ran his hand up the slit of her skirt finding the edge of her panties; he ran his hand inside, up across her ass and pressed her against him. He heard her voice, low and warm, " 'ded, please, upstairs." She pushed against his shoulders and he pulled his hand out from under her skirt. She stepped sideways, trying to get around his legs that held her on either side, taking his hand in hers, she pulled him up and after her. She darted up the stairs, looking over her shoulder at him. He was stumbling up behind her, having barely stood when she passed him on the step. He had that half-sexy smile on his face and he was gaining on her, using his hands to help him climb the stairs. She turned and paused at the top, letting him catch up to her. He grabbed her hips and pressed her against his erection, still standing one step below her, he groaned and kissed her mouth hard. Her hands found the buttons on his shirt as he forced his tongue into her mouth. She was breathing heavy as was he, and she desperately fought to undo his shirt. He reached up helping her, and she slid his shirt off his shoulders as he reached around pressing her forward, feeling her breasts soft against his chest for the first time. He moaned into her ear as he felt her mouth on his shoulder, kissing his skin, her hands tracing his shoulder blades. He dropped his head to her neck and kissed her too, softly biting the skin at the vee of her neck and shoulder. She tilted her head towards his to break the pressure of his teeth on her skin and groaned as he ran his hands along her back, embracing her on either side with the length of his arms, his hands coming up to curl his fingers around her shoulders. "Abby, you are so beautiful," he whispered into her ear. She shivered in his arms, and stood straighter, again pulling back from him. The cool air against his chest made him miss the feel of her. She took his hand in hers, and starting walking the length of the hall. He let her lead, walking almost painfully slowly, as she laced her fingers between his, pressing his palm against hers. She looked back and let that slow smile of hers spread, he reached out and hooked his fingers into the back of the waist band on her skirt, tugging it lower. She slowed and as they entered the bedroom he pulled harder on the top of her skirt, sliding it over her hips. She stopped and it fell, taking her panties with it, pooling at her ankles. She stood, her back to him, now naked as she felt his breath on her neck and now his hands on her stomach, as he stepped forward, encircling her waist with his arms. She leaned her back against his chest, and reaching up, snaked her arm around his neck. She turned her head to look up at him and he reached down to kiss her, his hands exploring her. One hand moved north, his fingers finding her breast, running his hand along the line of her body as her arm extended up around him. The other hand moved south, his fingers running through the curls that hid the rest of her from him. She tilted one thigh slightly out, a twist at her ankle, letting his hand press lower between her legs. She felt the first pressure of his fingers against the nerves that she barely had control over and the electricity shot through her. She gasped, and grabbed at the hair at the nape of his neck, her other hand sliding behind her, around his thighs to grab hold of his ass, feeling the strength of the muscles through his softly faded blue jeans. She pressed him forward, feeling the hardness of him against her back. His fingers now inside of her, sliding into her with the wetness he was creating. She pressed her hips against his jeans, letting him explore her as she held on to him. They kissed slowly, softly, sometimes barely touching each other's lips as he listened to the sound of her breath, one hand stroking her gently with his fingers, her hips barely moving in response, his other hand caressing her breasts. She sighed, loving the slow tender movements of his hands on her, she rested the back of her head against the broad expanse of his chest, her eyes closed. She felt his head lift, and then his hands stopped moving, she opened her eyes and looked up at him, but he was looking over her, his eyes on the wall across from them. She looked as well, and blushed, twisting her body in his arms to face him, realizing he had discovered the view of them standing together, in the mirror by her closet. He chuckled deeply, she could feel the vibration of it in his chest as she buried her face against him. His hands now on her back, stroking her spine, running down over her bottom, he nuzzled her ear with his nose, trying to get her to raise her face to him. "Xatixa, now is not the time to be shy," he whispered into her ear, "you are beauty itself to me," his voice as smooth and soft as dark velvet. She shivered against him, and dropping her arms that she had pulled up against her chest, holding her body away from his, she wrapped them around his waist, pressing her hands on his lower back, and without looking up, started to gently kiss his chest. Exploring the taste of his skin with her lips and the tip of her tongue. He could feel the peaks of her breasts brushing against his ribs and abdominal muscles and he inhaled sharply as she found a dark taut nipple, and rolled her tongue around it slowly. He pulled back from her and quickly bent down, trying to find her mouth with his own. She welcomed him. He pressed his arms under hers, shifting her hands up to his shoulders as he pulled her body against his tightly again. She moaned into his mouth, as his hand reached down for her thigh, pulling it up over his hip, holding it against him with his elbow, then sliding his hand over her thigh, he quickly pressed his fingers between her legs, pushing inside of her from behind. She dug her fingers into the skin of his shoulders at the sudden intrusion, then gasped as the intensity of her almost immediate climax made her tremble in his arms. He slowed the movement of his fingers inside of her, and supported her weight against his thighs as she leaned against him. " 'ded, I can't stand up anymore, please... can we move to the bed?" she asked quietly, her voice breathy and soft. Not knowing if she could walk or not, he smiled, knowing the effect he just had on her, and he bent scooping her legs over his arm, now carrying her the few steps to the pillows. He set her down on the bed, and she immediately sat up, kneeling, reaching for his waist, wanting his pants off. His hands already on the button at the top of his jeans, he let her push his hands aside as she undid it, then slid the zipper down, reaching inside against his boxer shorts. He felt her hand on him, inside of his jeans, as she straightened her arm from her shoulder, pressing deeper, trying to touch all of him. The pressure of his erection against her hand, and the material of his boxers keeping her at bay almost made him lose it right there, he reached down and pulled her wrist up and away as she looked up at him, the passion in her eyes inflaming him even more. "Wait," he warned her, letting her hand go as he bent to pull his jeans and boxers off. He sat next to her on the bed, struggling to pull everything over his ankles in one big lump. Failing, and once again the Hebrew streaming from his lips, she started to laugh. He looked at her, frustration on his face. She climbed off the bed and knelt back onto her thighs in front of him, pushing his jeans back up towards his knees, trying to find the cuffs on the bottom. Successful, she grabbed one leg then the other, pulling his jeans off easily. She looked up and saw him staring down at her, his chocolate eyes deep and dark, taking in the view of her body in front of him. She sat up straighter, flexing her thighs, now bent only at the knee, running her hands over his knees. She parted them, and worked her way between his legs, running her hands along the inside until she found his erection. He was looking down at her, the heat in his gaze almost burning her, trying to prepare himself for the feel of her fingers on him. She looked up at him only once more, briefly, just before reaching for him, and she saw the look on his face, his jaw set, his mouth tense, he was leaning back on his elbows, his abdominal muscles ripped across his stomach. She smiled coyly, and then felt his thigh muscles contract around her as she touched him. She let her fingers encircle him, and saw his hands clench the comforter on either side of his legs, but he didn't speak. She ran her hand up and down the length of him, amazed at how soft the skin was, but how strong he was underneath. He let her explore, thankful that her touch was not so soft that he would jump from the sensation. He was watching her, could see the rise and fall of her pale white breasts, the dark pink peaks erect and full, he ached to touch them again. He let his eyes move to her shoulders, enjoying the freckles that speckled her skin where the sun was allowed to kiss her. He knew he couldn't let this go on much longer, or he would have no ability to control his own climax, and he didn't want to disappoint her. She was only now really recovering from the first orgasm he had drawn from her body, and yearned to have him touch her again, wanting him buried inside of her. She leaned forward to taste him, to kiss the tip of his manhood and was surprised when he suddenly raised up off his elbows to grab her shoulders. "God, no, " he stopped her, "I can't survive that," he groaned, trying to pull her up off her knees. "But," she protested, "I just wanted." "I know what you wanted," he teased her, "but if you want anything else from me, then you cannot..." She smiled, and now standing in front of him, she leaned down, putting her hands on either side of his hips, kissing him and stopping his tirade. Once again, her breasts grazed his chest, and he grabbed her elbows, pulling her down on top of him, and turning her to lie on the bed, rising next to her. He propped himself on one elbow, looking down at her lying next to him, her hand came up to touch his face and he reached down to tweak her nose. "Oded," he heard her say his name, and his heart raced. "I don't think I could be any happier, then I am right now," she sighed. "My love, we haven't even started, you haven't seen anything yet," he almost growled at her. His fingers pressing her breast into his palm, his mouth following behind. She wrapped her hands into his hair as he tasted every inch of her, his hands running the length of her legs as he climbed between them, grabbing her ankle and encouraging her to drape it across the back of his legs. Again he pressed his fingers inside of her and she arched her hips up against him sharply, she was now so incredibly sensitive every touch tore through her body. It took no time to bring her to another orgasm and she writhed underneath him, her calf pressing against his thigh pushing his hips closer to hers. She breathed heavily, looking up at him as he once again propped himself up on his elbow looking down at her. Her eyes were clear, the gold flecks had all but disappeared, and he instantly worried that perhaps he had already tired her out, she let her leg fall back onto the bed, rolling her hip away from his hand to move his fingers out of her. He let his fingers now slowly trace the hollow of her waist from her hip to her ribs, her chest rising with each breath. He blew softly on her skin trying to cool her off until she raised her hands to cover her breasts and block the cold air. She finally caught her breath, and now rolled onto her side to face him, propping herself up on a pillow. She ran her hand along his bicep, feeling the muscles in his arms flex as he shifted his weight to rest his hand on her hip, letting it then drop into the deep curve of her waist. She sighed contentedly, blowing a wisp of hair out of her eyes. He smiled and softly laughed at her, loving the way it felt to have her beside him like this. They didn't talk for several minutes, just laid there, looking at one another, stroking and touching each other's skin, relishing the first memories they now had of one another like this. Abby dropped her eyes and let her hand slide farther down, brushing his abdominals, tracing with her finger the soft line of dark hair that ran south, until her fingertips brushed against him. "So... how much longer do I have to wait?" she teased him. His eyes snapped to hers, he saw the smile on her face, the flecks of gold back, showing the returning passion in her eyes. "Not one second," he answered her, pushing her shoulder back onto the pillow. He rose above her as she spread her legs for him, one arm now, on either side of her. He looked down at her, positioning his hips over her, cautiously looking for her entrance with the now wet tip of his erection, when he found it he sank into her deeply. He held himself there, holding himself above her, looking down at her. He didn't move, letting her adjust to him. She bent her knees to spread her hips a little farther, wanting him even deeper inside of her and he smiled when he felt her shift. She brought her hands to his biceps, flexed from holding himself so still above her, and pushed gently on his elbows, encouraging him to bend and drop himself lower. She wanted to feel his chest against hers, and taste his mouth. He bent one arm and then the other until he held his weight on his forearms and not his hands, letting them slide under the edges of her shoulders. She looked up at him, quietly, letting him decide when to begin, tremendously enjoying the sensation of the pressure of him inside her, his hips tight against hers, his weight pressing on her chest. He was studying her face intently, now not even smiling. She raised her head to kiss his lips and felt him let out the breath he didn't even realize he was holding. She giggled, the vibration of her laugh breaking the stillness between their bodies. He flashed her his sexy half smile, and she consciously constricted the muscles in her vagina around him, arching her hips upward slightly, wrapping her legs around his hips, prodding him to move inside of her. He did and she groaned as the ripples of her nerves firing around him made her tremble a little. He moved slowly, pulling out almost completely before letting gravity help him sink as deeply into her as he could each time. She held on, moving very little as he found a slow comfortable pace for them. She ran her fingers through his hair, leaning up again and again to kiss him gently. His force grew stronger and she could now feel that he was pressing harder, not letting his weight alone drive him inside of her, she started to meet his hips with her own and she heard him moan in response. She could feel the little quakes of her own climax starting to grow again, and as she reached up to kiss him again she pushed her tongue into his mouth, deeply, his breath ragged against her. She fell back, arching her back and he knew she was close. He moved inside of her faster, feeling her muscles tightening around him with each stroke. She raised her knees upward, sinking him even deeper inside of her, her knees almost pressed against his ribs. He smiled appreciating her flexibility, he was close now too and the extra sensation she just allowed him brought him right to the edge. A few more hard thrusts inside of her and she grabbed his shoulders, tightening the tendons in her neck as she arched one more time against him, biting her lip as she always did. "Abby," he moaned as he himself came undone, spilling himself inside of her, wracking against her as he buried his face in her neck, breathing heavy, the sweat of her throat mixing with the sweat of his brow. She gasped again, and tightened her legs around him, pressing herself up under his chest, a second intense orgasm now following the first smaller one she had just experienced. "Oh ... 'ded," she heard her voice moan, then she exhaled deeply, falling back onto the bed, her hands dropping loose onto the pillow beside her. She felt him deeply laugh more than she heard it. "Was that Oded? Or Oh...'ded?" he whispered into her ear, trying to mimic the groan she had just let go. Amused at her response. She opened her eyes briefly and just barely smiled, "I think it was the second." She closed her eyes again, letting her legs now drop off of his hips. The weight of her legs now off of him, he shifted slightly inside of her, thinking he would move away, but she gasped again and arched against him, still sensitive to every movement he made. Again he chuckled, and stopped moving letting her begin to recover. She opened her eyes to look up at him, and she smiled, her eyes deep behind her lowered lashes. Just as she looked calm he would move ever so slightly again, pulling slightly out of her, then letting himself sink back down. She would gasp and writhe slightly below him, clutching at the pillow, tightening the muscles in her legs, pushing her hips up towards him. After several minutes of this he heard a slow moan escape her lips and he felt her shudder deeply, her body trembling under his, the muscles in her vagina tensing again, holding him deeply inside of her. Her entire body now relaxed after this, and she opened her eyes, staring into his as she watched the smile on his face. "I think I just died," she whimpered. "I hope not," he chuckled, "I want to do this again." He still didn't roll off of her, but he knew now she was utterly and completely spent. He looked down at her, she reached up and stroked his cheek with her fingers, letting them fall back onto the bed, her eyes were heavy and sleepy. His arms were exhausted having held himself like this for what seemed like an eternity, and slowly he withdrew from her. He was as tired as she was, and immensely satisfied, but still was sorry to have it end, pulling out of her body he felt empty, and rolling onto his back he felt the chill in the air. She was shivering too. "Abby," he laid the back of his hand on her stomach, "we should get under the covers." "mmm... we should," she turned her head to look at him, both lying flat on their backs, thoroughly sated, and incapable of moving. They smiled at one another, then both looked back at the ceiling, now not touching for the first time in what seemed like hours, laying naked, side by side, totally spent, needing to find themselves, no longer connected to the other. After a few minutes, she blew her breath out and laughed softly. He turned his head to look at her. She looked at him and said rather matter of factly, "Well, I'd say that worked out pretty well." Her eyes sparkling now in the after glow of such incredible sex. He laughed and grabbed his stomach, still recovering from the workout they had put each other through. "Yes, I'd say it did." She sat up, he looked at the curve of her back down to her naked hip, her hair tussled and loose around her face and thought she looked like she was glowing. She admired the length of his body as he lay there next to her, no longer aroused and looking very relaxed, he was beautiful and she blushed thinking of what he had just done to her and how she had responded. She had never experienced anything close to this before and was amazed at what she was capable of. She swung her legs over the side of the bed and got ready to stand, wondering if she could. He rolled onto his side, a pillow supporting his head. "Where are you going?" He was tired and his accent was heavy and warm. She looked over her shoulder at him, "I need a drink of water," she stood, surprised at how good she felt. 'Must be the endorphins,' she thought to herself. "I'll bring you some." She walked towards the bathroom, as always knowing he was watching her, she let her hips sway a little more than she normally would. She heard him sigh, and she smiled. She brought him a glass and he sat up to take it from her, having climbed under the covers and pulled them back for her. She climbed in next to him, having to stop herself from unconsciously grabbing a T-shirt to sleep in. He was thrilled that she climbed in next to him, still naked. He had wanted to sleep with her, skin to skin, and smiled as she lay down letting him gather her in his arms pulling her back up against his chest. She held his hands, laced with hers against her chest and stretched her legs out running her foot along his calf until she finally bent her knees and he spooned up behind her, nuzzling her neck. He let go of her only long enough to turn the switch on the lamp off, wrapping his arm around her waist. He hadn't expected her to let them make love with the light on in the room, surprised at how open she had been with him. He knew a lot of women lacked the self confidence to be uninhibited when they knew a lover could watch them, he thought her seeming innocence and rather limited experience would put her in that category. But he had underestimated her, and was deeply impressed with how well she handled everything he had thrown at her. He knew he had never had sex this good before, and had to admit it might be hard to follow this up successfully. But he didn't let it bother him, basking in the afterglow of what they had shared, resplendent in the thought of what he could do for her, and what she did for him. He heard her whisper, interrupting his thoughts, " 'ded... thank you." "Oh my Xatixa, " his heart warm and filled with love for her, "you are so very welcome. I thank you in return." "You are welcome." Then he heard her sigh and her breathing even out, knowing she had fallen asleep. He let her sleep for a little while, fighting to stay awake himself, but he wanted to make sure she was deeply gone. When he let his hand stroke her hip and she didn't move he decided it was safe and he sat up a little reaching down to the side of the bed. He pulled out the bracelet, and very gingerly he leaned over her, trying to work the clasp only in the moonlight. He finally had to pull her wrist away from the pillow to get it on her, and he stopped cold when she turned a little, pulling her arm back. In the end he was successful, and laid back down beside her, looking at the gold that sparkled on her wrist, hoping she would like it when she woke up. It took him no time to fall asleep, and for the first time since he had seen her, he slept without dreaming. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Neighbors - Chapter 26 |