| Neighbors By Lilybird |
| Scene 29: This time she woke him with breakfast. She had gone shopping the day before and had purchased all kinds of breakfast stuff, from eggs to Poptarts, not exactly knowing what his morning breakfast habits were. He was still sleeping like the dead when she had opened her eyes, he was laying on his side, breathing warmly on the back of her neck his arm heavy over the top of her. She had crawled out from underneath him, and he rolled over onto his back in a humph grabbing her pillow as he did. The sun was up and had warmed the room from the night before, and he lay sleeping now the covers lowered to his waist. She had pulled on her flannel pajama pants and grabbed his shirt from the night before, which he had left on the floor by her bed, deeply inhaling the scent of him left in the fabric. Now she stood watching him sleep, amazed at how beautiful he was. They both enjoyed the chance to admire each other when they thought the other wasn't looking, and she drank in her fill of him. When he slept his face was softer and more gentle looking, the light growth of stubble on his cheeks where he didn't wear a full beard making him look a little scruffy. He was sleeping with his head turned sideways and she was tempted to reach over and run her finger along his ear, realizing how much she loved the fact that they stuck out like they did. He had one arm over his head, his hand palm up, his fingers gently curled, his other arm held her pillow tucked against him. His raised arm stretched his torso and she watched him breathe, his ribs rising and falling, then let her gaze drift lower. His stomach was completely relaxed, and dropped sharply from his ribs into a hollow curve, no view of those defining abdominal muscles that she knew hid under that gorgeous caramel colored skin. Just above the edge of the covers she could see the trail of dark hair that started just below his belly button and she smiled devilishly thinking about what she would find if she pulled the covers further down. But there was no time for that this morning, and she had definitely learned not to play with fire. She went downstairs to make him coffee and fixed herself a cup of tea. She loved the smell of coffee, but found the flavor usually too strong. Then she made toast and scrambled eggs, carrying it up for him on a tray. When she went back upstairs he was still sleeping and she set the tray down, lifting the cup of coffee close to his face, blowing the aroma towards him. She saw him open one eye to look at her, his face now almost buried under his pillow. "Tell me it's Saturday and I don't have to go to work, and you are coming back to bed... " he groaned, reaching out for her. She sat back away from his hands, waiting for him to sit up, watching those abdominal muscles now flex as he ran his hands through his hair, which looked particularly wild and mussy. She laughed, "I wish I could, but it's 7:30, and we both need to get going." She handed him the coffee, then headed for her closet and pulled out her clothes for the day, dropping her pajama pants to the floor as she stepped out of him. She heard him sigh and turned to see him watching her as she started to get dressed. Blushing, she picked up her pajamas and wadded them into a ball chucking them at him, hitting him in the chest almost spilling his coffee. "Hey!!" he yelped, then threw them back at her. "Eat your breakfast," she admonished him, pulling on her jeans then slipping her bra on, under his shirt. "Are you wearing my shirt to school?" he asked, liking the big oversized fit on her. He grabbed the breakfast tray and shoved a piece of toast into his mouth. "If it's okay with you... I'll change into more appropriate 'Professor' clothes when I get in to school. Besides you wore my T-shirt yesterday, only seems fair." She smiled, and grabbed a piece of toast off his plate. "You know these might be the best eggs I have ever eaten." He said, stabbing more onto his fork. "I could get used to this, having you cook for me every morning." "Don't count on that," she teased him, sitting next to him on the bed to pull her socks on. He gave her a taste from his fork, then followed it with a warm coffee flavored kiss, his tongue grazing her lips. She decided she could definitely learn to drink coffee in the morning if it tasted as good as it did coming from Oded. "How does today look?" she asked, always holding out hope that he would be home earlier. "Don't know..." he paused and looked at her seriously. "Abby... I know Cheryl mentioned the party on Friday to you... would you like to go?" "Do you want me to go?" she was looking at him sideways, not quite making eye contact, she wasn't sure if she should say yes. "Of course I do... I didn't mention it before because I wasn't sure if I even wanted to go, but I don't think I can miss this, and if I have to go I want you to come with me." He held her hand as she looked at him. "Then yes, I would like to go... is there any chance you could be free on Thursday night?" she asked, expecting a 'no'. "Why?" he asked, taking another sip of hot coffee. "Turns out I have a faculty party to go to, I was hoping you would go with me to that, but I know you probably can't say yes," she said trying not to sound disappointed. She didn't want to put any pressure on him, or make him feel guilty. He looked at her intently, reading her eyes as best he could. This was important to her and he knew it, "Sweetness, I will do everything in my power to be there for you Thursday... of course I don't have much power... but I swear I will do my best." She smiled and leaned forward to kiss him. "Thank you, I believe you, but I won't count on it." She said matter of factly, then stood up, dropping his hand as she went to brush her hair. He watched her walk away from the bed. Then he climbed out from under the covers to get cleaned up and dressed. He followed her into the bathroom and she saw his reflection in the mirror. She blushed, dropping her eyes, and braced her hands on the edge of the sink. He had not a stitch of clothing on and he was apparently not one bit affected by it. She however was still not used to seeing him naked. She looked up into the mirror again as he came up behind her, now thinking about her temptation to pull back the covers earlier this morning. "Xatixa, you embarrass too easily," he teased her, wrapping his arm around her waist and leaning down to kiss her below her ear, having noticed her expression in the reflection of the mirror. She turned to meet his kiss with her lips, and they allowed each other a moment of exploration as they deepened the kiss, holding each other close. "Damn, I wish we didn't have to go to work," he groaned pulling away from her. She laughed, running her hands along his back and letting them come to rest on his bare butt. She pulled back a little then leaned forward to kiss his chest gently. She felt him shiver lightly under her kiss and smiled realizing she affected him the way she did. "No more Abby," he pressed her away from him, his hands now on her shoulders looking down at her, "or I will not let you out of this house this morning without first having my way with you." "Don't tempt me 'ded..." she looked down between them noticing his now obvious arousal, "although I do find that rather tempting." She giggled as she stepped away from him actually making him blush, his ears growing red. Only then did he grab a towel to wrap around his hips, as he turned on the shower. "Well maybe you should climb in the shower with me," he still teased her, hoping she might say yes. He kept coming back to his first fantasy about her in the shower and wanted to see if it would be as fun as he thought. "I can't... we shouldn't... " she answered somewhat flustered at the invitation. "Why not... so you don't bike in, drive instead...I know how quickly you can shower and get ready when you want too," he really did want her to join him. He stood at the door to the shower, his hand on his hip his other arm draped across the top of the open door, trying to taunt her to join him. "Yeah, but that has never included time for sex..." she couldn't believe she was even saying this. "We could be quick," he volunteered his voice dropping into the sultry tone he used along with his eyes as he dropped them to look at her as sexily as he could. "But I don't want to be quick," she stated, almost the sound of a pout in her voice, making him laugh. "Oh come on Xatixa!!... Please..." he was now almost begging her. "Those puppy dog eyes of yours, and that pouty bottom lip are not going to work this morning sweety. I really need to go." Although on the inside she was having a really hard time keeping her hormones in check. "Fine... but you don't know what you'll be missing," he dropped his towel obviously and climbed in the shower, turning his back to her and giving her a very nice view of his ass. "Oh, I have some idea," she retorted, although he couldn't hear her, as she turned on the fan by the door. "I'll call you later,"she offered more loudly, then quickly left before the sight of him with water running down his chest made her climb in with him, clothes and all. He let the water run for a long time, leaning against the back wall of the shower, thinking about her. Hoping he could pull in a favor or two and make sure he could go to her party on Thursday, although the thought of spending time with her colleagues did make him a little nervous. She headed for class daydreaming about Oded and didn't see Jeff until it was too late to divert her course. "Abby," he called for her, having to repeat her name twice before she looked up and saw him. "Hi Jeff," she tried to answer as emotionlessly as possible. "Hi, hey listen, I'm really sorry about what happened at the end of last week. I didn't mean to intrude or make you feel uncomfortable." He had been trying to figure out a way to get her alone, having thought about the failure of last week and how he had pushed her at lunch on Friday. "That's okay Jeff, I'm sorry too. I should have been straight with you earlier about Oded. I didn't mean to give you the impression... well... it's just that we had just started seeing one another and I didn't know how serious..." she was floundering, not wanting to divulge more than she had too, "I'm sorry, I just should have told you sooner." "Don't worry about it, I stepped over the line and I didn't mean too. Did you have a good weekend?" He didn't wait for her to answer, he really didn't want to know what she had done with him. "How did your first day of class go?" "Class went well..." she bypassed the weekend comment, "I'm actually on my way there now." "Oh, well I won't keep you," he stepped aside to let her pass then turned as she did, "I'm glad we had a chance to clear the air." "Me too," she smiled cautiously at him. "Hey, are you coming Thursday night to the faculty party?" he asked as she turned again to head to class. "Yeah, I'll be there." "Are you bringing Mr. tall, dark and brooding?" "Jeff," she rolled her eyes. "I'm sorry... are you bringing Oded?" he softened his tone. "Yes, if he can come," she answered honestly. "Good... I'd like a chance to talk to him again, without the threat of being thrown in the pool." Jeff replied, laughing a little to make light of the serious meaning of his statement. She didn't reply, again uncomfortable with the idea of Oded and Jeff meeting. Maybe this was a bad idea, maybe she shouldn't bring him she thought... "I've got to go," she said, hurrying down the hall towards class. After class she worked in her lab all afternoon, checking her office phone occasionally for messages. By 4:30 she was starving, once again having skipped lunch and decided to head home for an early dinner, not having heard from Oded all day. As she rode up in front of her townhouse she was shocked to see his car out in front of his place. "What in the world is he doing home?" she thought. "Why hadn't he called her to tell her he would be home early?" was her second thought. Then she realized that it didn't matter, all she cared about was the fact that they would actually have time together tonight and she smiled at the thought. After the intensity of Saturday night and their interrupted day on Sunday because of the reshoot, then his late work on Monday they had spent pretty much all of what time they did have together either having sex or sleeping. 'Not that I mind all that much,' she thought as she smiled to herself, 'but it would be nice to actually have a conversation with him.' She headed up to her place to drop off her bag and then go find out what he was up to. He had spent all morning in front of the camera, reshooting the same scene over and over. It was a boring scene he thought, nothing more than him sitting at a desk watching a computer screen delivering lines into a phone that really had nobody on the other end. But the director had wanted different angles and different intensities and by the time they were done Oded was tense. After a quick wardrobe change he was sent for an outside shot and spent the next several hours waiting for set ups and the rare occasion to actually deliver a line. By 3:00 things had stalled and the director had to make the decision to reschedule the shoot for later that afternoon or postpone it. Oded was thrilled that they decided to postpone his shoot until tomorrow and his day was actually done early. It was only 3:15 and he was heading home. He thought to call her and tell her the news but instead decided he would surprise her. He would stop at the store and get groceries to make dinner for her and decided if she wasn't home by 5:30 then he would break down and call her and tell her to get her butt home for dinner. After dropping her bag in the dining room she hesitated, trying to decide if she should call him instead of just heading over to his place unannounced. She didn't know why he was home early and if there was something else going on she didn't want to interrupt him if he wasn't expecting her. She headed for the kitchen to grab the phone number list she kept in the drawer. She had never been successful at memorizing phone numbers. As she grabbed her cordless phone she spotted him in his kitchen. He was tossing salad with two big forks as he stood at the counter and she could see the mess he had made spread out all around him. She laughed at the sight of the chaos. He was definitely not a clean cook. She looked down at the phone card and dialed his cell phone number. She saw him look towards the dining room and put down the salad forks as he walked out of the room. "Hi, this is Oded." She heard his voice and it made her smile. "Hi sexy, who are you making dinner for?" she asked him. "Doc?" he sounded surprised. "Yes... who else calls you sexy? I asked who you're making dinner for?" she teased him. "How did you know I'm making dinner? Where are you?" he spun around in his dining room looking for her. "Go into your kitchen," she told him. He took the few steps between the rooms and stood in the kitchen, still confused. She saw him stand there and laughed that he hadn't figured it out. "What are you laughing at? Where are you?" he asked again. " 'ded, look out your window." she told him. She knew by the way he slumped his shoulders and slowly turned that now he had finally figured out where she was. "How long have you been watching me?" he asked as he turned to see her smiling and waving at him across the way. "Not long... but long enough to see the delicious salad you're making. So who is it for?" she teased him. He propped the phone against his shoulder holding it with his chin as he went back to tossing the salad. "I thought about inviting this new woman I've met over for dinner. I haven't really had a chance to show her what a good cook I am and I was hoping to impress her." He glanced out the window and smiled sexily at her. "Really? What are you making for her?" she asked. Using one hand to hop up onto her counter sideways to get closer to the window, watching him as he chopped a tomato up. "Besides the salad?" he said, "well, I've whipped up a little masterpiece, broiled fish with lemon sauce, French bread, asparagus and for dessert some peanut butter cookies." She laughed, "Peanut butter cookies? Interesting choice to go with fish and asparagus. Sounds delicious and that would explain the flour on your forehead," she said straight faced. Raising her finger to point on her own forehead where the offending white streak was located. She saw him shake his head and smile, then reach up with his hand to wipe the flour from his skin. "Did you know you are incorrigible?" he asked her. "I've never been called that before," she teased him. "So when is she coming over?" "Who?" he asked. "You're big date. When is she supposed to come over?" she shook her head and laughed at him again. He turned his back to her and dropped his voice into that deep tone that made her heart skip a beat. "I'm hoping she'll show up any time now. After dinner I was hoping to convince her to join me in a little skinny dip in the pool then maybe a warm shower and then..." "I see..." she cut him off before he could finish. Her voice raised a half octave as she tried to fight off the heat that was already causing her pulse to race. "Well, I'm sure you won't have to wait too long." She could see his shoulders shake through the window as he laughed at her quietly. He turned to look at her, a mischievous look in his eyes, his sexy smile on his lips. "I'll see you soon Xatixa... Hurry, dinner's almost ready." She saw him take the phone away from his ear and hit the phone button, hanging up on her but still standing there, smiling at her. She still sat on her counter, her phone to her ear listening to the dial tone. Then she shook herself, breaking eye contact with him through the window. She put down the phone then reached up to tuck her hair behind her ears. She hopped off the counter and turned one more time to see him still smiling at her through the window. She shook her head and laughed. 'Apparently I haven't yet learned to not play with fire?' she thought, 'he's much better at these games than I am.' She tried to take her time and not let him think she was rushing over. Also trying not to admit to herself that he had such an effect on her, but she couldn't help it. She went up to the bathroom to brush her hair, and mist on the last of the lily perfume. She debated about grabbing her swimming suit, thinking about his suggestion to swim, then remembered he suggested skinny dipping, making her blush. She skipped the swimming suit but did tuck her toothbrush into her purse, expecting she likely wouldn't be coming home tonight then she headed over. She felt like her feet were flying and she had to stop herself from almost running down the stairs. When she finally arrived at his door he met her with a glass of wine, a bouquet of white irises and a kiss. She sipped the wine, sniffed the beautiful flowers, thanking him graciously and then melted under the heat that ran through her body from the languid kiss he bestowed upon her lips. Then she followed him into the kitchen. "What took you so long?" he asked, as he had been waiting for her to arrive. She laughed that he hadn't been able to hide his impatience. "Sorry, if I kept you waiting too long," she teased him, "how did you end up coming home so early?" she asked, grabbing an asparagus spear to eat as she put water in a glass to set the irises in. "Problems with one of the shots. They decided to postpone it until tomorrow, so I took advantage of the situation to come home early and spend the evening with you." He answered, refilling both glasses with more wine at the table. "How was class?" "Class was fine. They have their first lab tomorrow and I'm not sure it's going to work as smoothly as I'd like." She took a bite of fish. " 'ded this is outstanding." "Well, thank you, my mother will be so pleased to hear that you like it, she taught me everything I know about cooking... I'm trying to make up for the lamb." He winked at her. "Well you have, I'm very impressed." She smiled as she noticed that he suddenly blushed and dropped his eyes, looking at her shyly from under those gorgeous eyelashes. She loved the fact that he was sometimes shy around her, and that she could make him blush. Lord knows he did it to her frequently enough. They finished dinner as they continued to talk about little things, like favorite foods, and favorite music. When he brought up favorite movies she told him her favorite was 'The Mummy Returns', with as straight a face as possible. He guffawed at her. "There is no way that can be your favorite movie of all time... I mean it was good, but come on." "What? Why not, good plot, great special effects, good acting." She kept her face straight, but then couldn't help the little smile that started to form. "No way... you're just saying that because I'm in it." He blushed again. She didn't answer him. "Okay fine, then what's your favorite movie that I'm NOT in..." he tried again. She sat trying to be thoughtful, but the adorable expression on his face was affecting her ability to reason. He had pushed back his chair and turned to face her, his legs spread apart as he leaned forward resting his elbows on his knees, propping his head in his hands, looking at her inquizitively, waiting for her answer. "Come on 'ded, this is too hard! There are a lot of good movies out there. I have a favorite comedy, and drama and suspense... I can't chose one." She fidgeted in her chair, twisting a ring of hair in her fingers. "Fine, so tell me all your favorites." He sat back, crossing his arms over his chest as he spread his legs out in front of him, crossing his feet at his ankles near the edge of her chair. She laughed and leaned back also, propping her feet on top of his, "Okay, how about The English Patient?" He laughed, "That is definitely a chick flick." He teased her. She threw her hands up in the air, "Fine then you tell me one." She crossed her arms waiting. "Okay, how about Shindler's List" he offered. "Oh, that's a real upper," she groaned, "granted it's an exceptional movie, but come on and ... hey, wait a minute, Ralph Fiennes is in that one too. You give me grief for the English Patient then you choose another one of his movies." Oded laughed, "Okay, okay, I forgot he was in that... but they were very different roles. I hope I can have such range some day." She didn't know what to say, she hadn't had a chance to see him in much yet, she didn't think she could comment, so she let it go. They continued to question and tease one another about movies, including in depth discussions on the finer points of Julia Roberts movies, Oded sharing how much he'd like to do a movie with her. "I don't think I could handle that," Abby told him, "the idea of you and her... that would about kill any self-confidence I have." "What? Why?" He paused watching for her reaction. She arched her eyebrow in response giving him that "Are you kidding me look." "Are you worried about sex scenes? I can assure you that on screen sex is nothing like what we've had." He teased her, his eyebrow now coming up to accentuate his point. She blushed crimson. "Yeah but..." she started. "Yeah but what?" "What about kissing... that can't be that different." She persisted. "Do you want a lesson in on-screen kissing?" He moved his chair closer to hers until his knees were on either side of hers, then he leaned in, putting his hand on the back of her neck to bring her to him. "First, the way I would kiss someone on stage." He brought his lips to hers, and planted them against hers, no real softness, then opened his mouth over hers, pretending to deepen the kiss, but she felt no intrusion. He pulled away from her, watching her reaction. "Now the way I kiss you." Again he pulled her close, and this time she felt the softness of his bottom lip caress her mouth, softly moving against her own, then teasing her mouth open with the tip of his tongue until he could slide it inside of her, lightly caressing her tongue with his own. She felt her toes curl and the heat explode inside of her at the intensity of it. She went to wrap her arms around him but then he pulled back from her, holding his forehead now to hers, looking at her through those lowered lashes. "Do you see the difference?" She couldn't answer him. She just swallowed hard and nodded her head quickly. Making him laugh at her again. He leaned back in his chair, still pinning her knees between his own, now stretching his hands high in the air and clasping them behind his head, obviously pleased with the response he had gotten. She needed a change in scenery after a kiss like that, and the way he was sitting across from her she was having a hard time not suggesting they immediately go up to his bedroom. 'Why not?' she asked herself, glancing at the clock 'it was way early, but who cares?' She made herself blush, and he noticed. "What?" he asked her, a smirk on his face. "I didn't say anything." She looked away from him, feeling her skin grow even hotter. "Come on Xatixa... what are you thinking? I can tell from the little smile on your face, and the way you blushed you're thinking about something... what is it?" he didn't move his position, still sitting cockily, his hands behind his head, looking down the length of his nose at her. "You think you are so astute Mr. Fehr, you can't read me that easily." She answered him, even though he had read her clear as a bell. "Come on," she stood up, grabbing his hand as he now sat forward. "That's enough conversation, I need to stretch my legs let's go for a walk." He stood up behind her, surprised at her. After the way he had kissed her he was hoping she would want to go upstairs, he certainly did. 'Didn't it affect her the way it affected me?' he thought to himself, feeling the uncomfortable hardness of his arousal as he stood up. He really wasn't interested in a walk. But there she was, putting on her shoes. He shook his head and followed her, finding his shoes by the door. They headed outside. The air having grown colder the last few days as fall was in the air. Soon it would be way to cold to consider swimming outside anymore. He took her hand as they headed down the street, neither really talking. She was kicking herself for being so obstinate. She would have much rather stayed at his place, and retired to the couch or better yet the bedroom, but the way he had teased her and looked at her after that kiss made her feel a little childish. He was definitely more experienced than she was, she wouldn't deny that, but there were times when her own pig-headedness got in the way. She didn't want to give him the satisfaction of knowing he could always affect her so strongly, even though he did, and she foolishly fought it. They walked for a while, quietly, holding hands until they both finally relaxed. Oded pulled her hand up to examine the bracelet around her wrist, pleased she had worn it constantly since he had put it on her. He had already thought about what he would get her next. He planned to spoil her, knowing she would always be surprised. She smiled at him as he fingered the links, then he let their hands still laced together drop back between them. Abby commented on the color of the changing leaves and then proceeded to explain to Oded biochemically why they change colors. He laughed telling her he thought it was more romantic to just enjoy them. He stopped and picked up a couple of beautiful red maple leaves and handed them to her. As they started to circle back towards the townhouses, Oded asked her about why some birds migrates while others don't. She looked at him, curiously, "Are you just teasing me? Isn't it more romantic to just watch them fly?" "No, I really want to know this one." He protested. "Well, unfortunately you are out of my field, I can't answer that one, now ask me about why leaf piles start to get slimey and give off foul smells and I could explain it." He wrinkled his nose, "No thanks, that's not romantic no matter how you spin it." She laughed, "you're right... forget about that lecture." They arrived back at the house and headed indoors, welcoming the warmth after the crisp air had made their cheeks rosy, especially Abby's fair complexion under all her freckles. " 'ded, I think it's too cold to swim tonight." "Yeah, the cold water would do nothing for..." he trailed off, not finishing his sentence. He blushed and she saw it. She laughed softly, but didn't tease him. She plopped down onto his couch and patted the cushion next to her, wanting him to join her. He shook his head. "Un uh, let's go upstairs." "But it's still early." she protested, then thinking about how naive that sounded. "We're not going to bed," he smiled, taking her hand. She pulled her hand back out of his. "But, I was thinking hot chocolate, maybe a fire in the fireplace, a little cuddle on the couch, I'm freezing after that walk." "I was thinking hot shower," he told her, twitching one eyebrow up to make his point, "That would warm you up... we didn't get to go skinny dipping, but that doesn't have to change the rest of my plans." Again he reached for her hand as she sat on the couch, trying to pull her to a stand in front of him. He had been thinking about this all day. After she turned him down on an offer for a shower this morning he had been tortured by images from his very first fantasy about her. He was determined to make it come true. She didn't know what to say. He was serious and the look in his eyes made it clear he wouldn't easily be dissuaded. She took his hand and let him lead them upstairs. Once in the bedroom, he let her hand go, not turning around to look at her. He headed for the bathroom and she heard him turn on the water, steam quickly filling the door as he heated up the room. She stood there, not sure what he wanted her to do. She didn't know if she should follow him, if she should undress, then she saw him come to stand in the doorway. He had unbuttoned his shirt and it hung open giving her a view of those well defined pec muscles, and those abdominals. He had unbuttoned his jeans and was standing with his hand in the waistband, the other hand resting against the jamb of the doorframe. "Well, are you going to join me?" He turned and disappeared into the steam, his shirt flying out onto the floor. She stood there, stuck in place. "Was this really happening to her?" she thought. She could still hear the water hitting the tile in the shower and knew he wasn't in the water yet. She continued to stand there stuck, not sure why. Why did this of all things intimidate her? 'Good grief,' she thought. This morning she had almost climbed into the shower with him with all of her clothes on, but now she was hesitating. He peeked his head out of the door to look for her, he had expected her to follow him and was surprised to see her still standing there looking at the door to the bathroom. "Abby?" He looked at her curiously. "Are you coming?" She didn't reply. He ducked his head back in the bathroom, then strode out to her, a towel wrapped around his hips. "Sweetness, what's going on?" She looked lost and very unsure about this. He immediately worried that he had done or said something that he didn't realize, replaying the last few minutes in his head. What had he said? "I don't know," she looked down, "I'm sorry, for some reason I'm suddenly feeling a little shy," she looked around at his room, "this is the first time I've been up to your bedroom." He chuckled softly, lifting her chin with his forefinger, looking deeply into her eyes. "Ahhh... I see. I figured I'd eventually find you're limit. Come here." He opened his arms to her and she pressed herself against him, feeling the warm skin of his chest against her cheek, smelling the spicy scent of his skin. He hugged her, whispering into her hair, "These last few days we've moved pretty fast, maybe I've overwhelmed you once too often." He felt her sigh deeply. "You are a little overwhelming," she squeaked, lifting her head just a little to look up at him. He laughed at her, and she laughed too feeling his chest move under her cheek. "Would you rather go downstairs for hot chocolate?" he asked, prepared to forego his plans for her if she really hesitated. 'There would be lots of time for showers later' he thought. "Un uh... the shower really is awfully inviting," she kissed his chest lightly, running her hands across his back, resting them lightly along his spine, thinking of the image of him climbing in the shower this morning. She felt him take a deep breath, then let it out slowly as he lifted her chin with the knuckle of his index finger again to gently kiss her lips. His hands moved to her shoulders and he pushed her back away from him. She watched his fingers nimbly undoing the buttons on her shirt, pushing it off of her shoulders. Neither said a word. She felt her pulse start to quicken at the feel of his fingers now on the bare skin of her arms. His hands dropped to the button of her jeans. He purposely moved slowly and methodically, trying to keep his hands and fingers from racing ahead to get her clothes off of her. His own heart was racing and he fought to keep his hands from trembling. Every time he touched her, the intensity of his desire for her continued to amaze him. He now knelt in front of her, slowly inching her jeans off her legs. She braced herself, her hands on his shoulders as she lifted first one foot, then the other as he took them off her legs. Still kneeling, he reached up and pulled her panties down her legs as well, letting his nose and beard nuzzle the dark curls in front of him. He heard her gasp then pull back from him and he chuckled, the heat of his breath hitting her skin as she shivered from the feel of him so close to her. He ran his hands up her legs, and up over her hips, letting his hands now rest on the soft skin of her bottom, he pulled her hips close to him again, now pressing his lips to the inside of her thigh, urging her to part her legs for him. She had moved away from him when he nuzzled her, and he had wanted to explore her further, raise her level of arousal, but she seemed unsure. He felt her fingers in his hair as she steadied herself in front of him. She didn't make a sound until he pressed deeper between her legs, letting his tongue part the petals until he could taste the sweet flavor of her body. Then she whimpered. He pulled back, anxious to move into the shower now, his own arousal aching for attention. He now stood in front of her, reaching around to unclasp her bra. He caught her eyes with his and held her gaze. His eyes were dark and stormy. She could read the intensive passion that churned below the surface. Her eyes hid nothing from him either. Her insecurity now completely replaced with desire. He smiled gently at her. Then using his fingers to drop one strap off her shoulder than the other, he caught her bra in his hands as it fell from her body. He looked down at it, then lowered his hand and let it drop to the floor. She now stood before him, bare, almost trembling. She felt her body aching for him after the temptation he had teased her with, his tongue had just barely grazed her and she would have done anything to feel him explore her like that again. He had dropped his gaze from her when he had looked to catch her bra in his hand, and he had continued to let his eyes peruse her skin, watching as he let his fingers run up and down her arms, lightly, stopping at her wrists. Circling them, he lifted her wrists to his lips kissing the inside of both, slipping his tongue under the links of her bracelet, the only thing he had left on her body. Then he pressed them back down to her sides, stepping closer to her. She looked up at him, and he leaned down to capture her lips with his, now pressing her arms behind her, bringing her wrists across each other against her lower back. He pulled her body closer to his own, deepening the kiss again as he felt the skin of her breasts touch his chest. He became aware of the sound of the water still running in the bathroom and he broke the kiss, now taking her hands and pulling her towards the shower with him, dropping his towel at the door. She stepped into the water first, finding him behind her, his hands on her hips. She stepped forward into the water, wetting her entire body, and turned to face him. She backed further up, behind the spray of the water, letting it come over her shoulder to hit him, watching the water run down his chest as he tilted his head back, again stepping closer to her. She ran her hands across his chest, watching the rivulets of water run around her fingers and back onto his skin. He kissed her forehead, then nose, working his way to her lips, his hands still on her hips caressing the curve of her waist with his fingers. "Abby, I have a confession to make," he started, almost whispering it as he continued to drop his lips now to her neck, nibbling the skin to her collarbone. "What?" she asked breathlessly, wrapping her arms around his shoulders, feeling the water now pound on the back of her neck. "The very first afternoon you moved in, when I came to knock on your door," he paused working his way back up her neck, now tugging her earlobe, "when you didn't answer, I came over here, and came up to shower. I could see you in the shower through your window, and I had this fantasy in my mind of what it would be like to do this to you." As he said the words, he reached up and wrapped his hand in her hair, tilting her head back into the water, arching her back towards him, capturing the dark pink peak of her breast in his mouth. She groaned, arching even closer to him, and when he let go of her hair wrapping both arms around her body as he rolled the peak of her breast with his tongue he felt her drop her head to his, burying her nose in his hair. Her hands in his hair pressing him closer to her breasts. He held her tightly, living out the fantasy of her in his arms, the water running across her shoulders and down between both of their bodies. "Oh Abby," he groaned. She laughed and stood up a little, breaking contact with him momentarily. "I have a confession too," she whispered, now turning her back to him, as his hands came around her, cupping both of her breasts hard against her chest. She covered his hands with her own, and leaned her head back against his chest, the water pounding on her. "You're not the only one peeping into showers." She felt him laugh, then she giggled herself. "Abby," he moaned into her ear, rubbing his beard along her neck. He dropped his hands back to her hips and pressed his arousal against her. She knew what he wanted, and she placed her hands on the wall in front of her, letting him come up behind her. He bent his knees and leaned down to kiss her shoulder, then tilted his hips to hers, pressing himself inside of her, his hands holding the position of her hips. Slowly he made love to her, reaching around the front of her hips to find the bundle of nerves that made her tremble as he teased her, pressing into her then slowly withdrawing. She could feel his breath on her neck and she turned her head to try and find his mouth. She kissed him deeply, then arched her back as he pressed inside of her more strongly, breaking the kiss as she dropped her head forward. "Oh, Oded...please, I'm so close." she whimpered. "Wait for me," he groaned, now picking up the pace as he felt her start to pulse around him and she trembled in his arms. He reached forward, bracing his weight on his arm against the wall in front of her, his other hand around her waist, holding her so she wouldn't slip away from him. A few more thrusts and he arched his back, pressing into her so deeply she gasped. His head went back as he groaned in satisfaction, pulsing inside of her. She let her forehead rest against the wall between her hands, trying to catch her breath, feeling the rhythm of her body, and the water as it pounded on their bodies. He let his head rest on her shoulder, still holding her close, his hand now flat against her stomach, his other arm next to her ribs against the tile still supporting his weight. He waited until he felt her stop pulsing, then slowly withdrew from her, as always making them both groan in protest. He hissed, turning sideways, now leaning his back against the wall of the shower, beside her. She looked over at him, smiling. "Is that how your fantasy ended?" she teased him. He chuckled, "that was even better, I never let that fantasy get that far." "Good... " she groaned, resting her head against the tile again. "Did you realize we are almost out of hot water?" "I guess it is time to get out," he reached for her, snaking his arm between her and the wall, encircling her waist, pulling her to stand in front of him, she now rested her head against his chest. She could still feel the heaviness of his breathing, and she knew she had worn him out. Before all of the hot water was gone, she stood, rinsing her body as he watched her, not enough energy left to even reach out and touch her. She stepped out, leaving him still leaning against the wall. She toweled off and found his robe, wrapping it around her body as he finally climbed out of the shower, also drying off with a towel. She climbed up onto his bed, realizing it was much bigger than hers, grabbing a bottle of lotion he had on his dresser. He came out to join her, drying his hair with a towel, another around his waist. He liked the look of his robe on her, oversized and fluffy around her shoulders, the tie around her waist not holding the top closed very well as he could see the majority of her breasts when she bent slightly forward. He stopped and watched her from the doorway. She had now turned sideways away from him, and had let the robe fall open above her knees, her legs bent, feet flat on the bed. She was rubbing lotion into the skin of her calves and watching her fingers move over one leg and then the other, over her knees, up inside his robe over her thighs, he realized again how enraptured he was by her. She could feel his eyes on her, and knew he was watching intently. She pumped more lotion into her hand, wondering how long he would watch before he came to join her on the bed. She dropped the robe completely off one shoulder, smoothing lotion onto her arm, then pulled it back up and dropped the robe off the other shoulder finishing her arms. She glanced over at him and smiled seductively, he was standing holding the towel he had used to dry his hair in his hand, transfixed on her. "Mr. Fehr, have you always been a voyeur? After your confession in the shower..." she teased him, feeling her skin start to heat up under the intensity of his gaze. He smiled and walked closer to the bed. "No... I haven't been. Not until I met you. But you... I could watch forever." She smiled again at his compliments. What she had done to deserve him in her life she wouldn't ever understand. She felt him kneel on the edge of the bed then the bed shift as he settled himself behind her, upright on his knees. He reached around her grabbing the lotion bottle, pumping some into his palm. "Drop the robe," he told her. "What?" she asked, immediately blushing. "You heard me, slide the robe off your shoulders," he repeated, dropping his lips close to her ear. She did as he told her, and she felt the cool feeling of the lotion on her shoulders and back, his hands massaging and kneading it into her skin. The strength of his hands and pressure as he pushed into her back, made her bend forward over her tucked crossed legs, until she could rest on her forearms, her cheek resting on the back of her hands. He smiled, tracing his fingers down the length of her spine, making her start a little, then pressing her forward again as he continued to rub lotion into her skin. He could feel her relax under his fingers, sinking lower and lower. He smiled in appreciation of how flexible she was, having taken advantage of that himself now on more than one occasion. When he was done, he reached around her, sliding his hands around her waist, letting them come up under her breasts. She jumped, sitting upright, pushing his hands away. He laughed at her, but then backed up, resting back on his thighs. She shrugged the robe back up over her shoulders and turned to face him, her cheeks as always carrying a little blush from his sexual teasing. "Would you like me to return the favor?" she reached for the lotion bottle. He thought about it for about a millisecond, before nodding in agreement. She smiled, and lifted her finger, twirling it, motioning for him to turn around. He did, choosing to actually lie down on the bed, his head resting on his forearms. She sat for a second admiring the view in front of her. The broadness of his shoulders, the strength of the muscles in his back, his trim hips, still wrapped only in a towel, then the long line of his legs. She took a deep breath, blowing loose strands of hair out of her eyes. He had been watching her look at him, and it made his skin flush knowing how much she admired him. He was used to being looked at, being admired by adoring fans, but it felt different to feel her eyes on him. It mattered to him what she thought, and he felt warm and happy knowing he affected her so, 'lord knows she affects me,' he thought. "You're a voyeur too," he teased her, now closing his eyes and humming in contentment as he felt her climb across his hips, straddling him, running her hands over his back, covered in lotion. She smiled to herself at his comment. "You have no idea," she said quietly, not expecting him to hear her. But he did, and he smiled. She rubbed and pressed on his back, making his skin warm under the pressure of her fingers. He had the most wonderfully colored skin. She traced the little ghost tattoo under his shoulder blade. He laid still as long as she kept the pressure of the massage strong and smooth, but as soon as she started to trace his skin lightly, running down the sides of his ribs he jumped and pressed his arms against his sides, laughing. She had forgotten he was this ticklish, and she laughed, now grabbing at his ribs with her fingers, trying to hold him down as she continued to straddle him with her thighs. But she wouldn't win this battle. She was strong, but he was stronger and he twisted underneath her, reaching for her wrists until she now sat on top of him and he looked up at her. "That's not fair," he admonished her. They had both been laughing, and now she looked down at him trying to catch her breath again blowing locks of hair off her face as he also tried to catch his breath. Her robe had fallen open and she looked down when she noticed he had shifted his gaze to see him taking in the view of her breasts. He still held her wrists and she pulled against him, trying to get a free hand to pull the robe closed again. He let her go and she climbed off of him, pulling the top of the robe closed. "That's not fair either," she teased him, as she climbed off the bed. He now lay on his side, his legs bent together at the knee propped up on one elbow looking at her. She smiled at him, letting the warmth of those chocolate eyes wash over her. He spoke, first in Hebrew under his breath, then in English his accent a little heavier than normal. "Xatixa... for some reason, I just can't get enough of you." She came and perched back on the side of the bed again, reaching forward to tossle his still damp hair with her fingers. " 'ded, you can have as much of me as you can stand." She saw him smile slowly, then roll over onto his back looking up at the ceiling. Letting out a big sigh. "Oh, if I was younger I'd toss you back onto this bed and make love to you again, but in my old age I can't keep up this pace. You're wearing me out Abigail." He looked over at her and winked. She laughed, "That's okay, I need a little more time to recover from the last time anyway." "I know... but you're so close to naked... it's a shame to not take advantage of it." He teased her, still laying on his back, now his hands over his head stretching his body. She quickly reached over and with both hands, grabbed the soft sides of his waist hitting the spot she knew was the most sensitive. He threw his knees up and his arms down in response, groaning in laughter as he tried to roll away from her. She laughed and quickly flew from the bed before he could recover and grab her. "You'll pay for that," he yelled at her, as she scampered down the hall. She yelled back, "promises, promises." ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Neighbors - Chapter 29 continued |