| Neighbors By Lilybird |
| Scene 30: "Oded wake up." She pestered him. He didn't even flinch at the feel of her hands flat on his chest, her warm fingers gently pressing against him. "'ded, come swim with me," she tried again, whispering into his ear, now running her finger along the tendon of his neck, teasing the skin just behind his earlobe. She had already returned from her place, having run next door to change into her swimming suit. When she had opened her eyes this morning the sun had been streaming through the window, although it was still early. She had climbed out of bed trying not to disturb him. Grabbing his robe, she had gone to open the door to his patio to see what the air was like outside. It was chilly but you couldn't see your breath. She looked at the pool and could see steam rising from the water. She remembered as a child how much she loved to swim when the air was colder than the water. It made the water feel like a bathtub. She wanted him to come with her, but he was impossible to wake up. She had discovered he was definitely not a morning person, which she now found odd. He was the one who normally swam in the morning not her. Then she smiled. He had only given up the swimming since the two of them had started keeping each other up late every night. She giggled to herself, knowing she was the reason he seemed so dead every morning. She tried one more time. "Oded, wake up." She leaned down to kiss him tugging on his bottom lip with her teeth. He reached up and dragged her back down onto the bed, his right hand tangled in her hair, the curve of his arm capturing her as he kissed her. He had roused when she had first poked him but hadn't opened his eyes. He had only vaguely heard her words, something about swimming. He had no interest in swimming this morning. When he heard his name for the third time and then felt her soft sweet lips on his he instinctively reached for her. Now his left hand came over her hip and he woke more fully feeling something slippery under his fingers opening his eyes to see what was going on. She hadn't expected him to return her kiss and was surprised when his arm slipped around her to pull her close. She caught herself with her hands on the bed on either side of him as he embraced her in his arm. She gladly returned his kiss, enjoying the languid way he was letting his lips caress hers this morning then she felt him loosen his grip in her hair, his hand pushed against her hip rolling her beside him onto the bed. He raised up onto his elbow to look down at her, her head now resting on his pillow. He took in the sight of her, her body hidden under the blue Speedo swimming suit, his long fingers still caressing the shiny fabric at her hip. She smiled up at him. "Come swimming with me." She reached up to tousle his hair, the spikes at the top going in all directions. He flopped back onto his back next to her making the bed bounce a little. Exhaling loudly. "You can't be serious." She raised onto her elbows now to look at him. He glanced at her sideways, still looking sleepy. "I am serious, I don't have on my suit for nothing you know." "You go, I'm going to lie here and fantasize about you still being in my bed," He moaned, as he teased her not looking at her, dropping his arm over his face, his elbow covering his eyes. But he didn't hide the little smile that played on his lips. She sat up next to him. She debated about what to say, she had almost slipped out 'why fantasize? Come with me, I'll make your fantasy come true.' But she hadn't said it, the kiss they had just shared had certainly excited her but she wasn't in the mood to fool around this morning. She couldn't deny that just to touch or be touched by the man caused her body to respond to him, and it was something she was actually starting to be a little annoyed by honestly. She felt like she suffered from a complete lack of control when she was around him, and she wasn't used to this. Instead she opted to say, "Well, enjoy your fantasy. I'll be at the pool if you change your mind." And with that she hopped from the bed and headed downstairs. Her sarcasm was starting to surface now that she was more comfortable around him and she caught him by surprise as he raised his arm to watch her go. He hadn't expected that response. He lay quietly, now contemplating whether he should haul his ass out of bed to swim with her, his arm still flopped over his face. He was about to drift back to sleep when he heard the splash and her shriek as the water shocked her body. He smiled his half-sexy smile; his eyes still hidden, hearing the sound of her voice. He sat up reaching for the ceiling as he stretched his chest and torso, his arms over his head then he let his hands drop and let himself flop forward his arms between his knees, his back curved. He groaned a little as he climbed out of bed pulling on his sweatpants. He walked over to the patio to see what she was up to. When he stepped outside and looked over the railing he caught sight of her kicking to the end of the pool. The steam was still coming off the water and it softened his view of her, making her look like she was swimming in a cloud. He watched her swim a few laps, remembering again the immediate attraction he had felt for her when he had watched her swim a little more than a week ago. 'Only a little more than a week?' he thought. It felt like they had known each other forever. They had shared so much already, yet also so little. He continued to watch her swim, admiring the line of her body, focusing his attention on the subtle way she twisted her hips as she pulled through the water, her feet making little kicks behind her. He thought about the next step in this relationship for them. In the next two days they would both have the opportunity to make they're relationship public. He was nervous about meeting her colleagues. He had stereotyped them already, thinking about the fact that when he had met Abby she didn't know whom he was. He imagined a whole room of academics, none of whom paid attention to pop culture and he would be a fish out of water. Only he doubted any of them would look like Abby, changing his stereotype away from her to make them all slightly overweight, gray bearded intellectuals. Then he thought of Jeff. He didn't fit the stereotype in Oded's head. He frowned, his nervousness spiking a little higher. Just then she switched her stroke, flipping to the backstroke. And just like that fateful night they had met she looked up and caught him watching her swim. Only this time as she bent her body in surprise at spotting him, she paused, swimming in place as she smiled and reached up to wave to him. She saw the frown on his face before he could hide it, switching to his million-dollar smile as he saw her wave at him. She knew him well enough now to realize when he flashed his biggest smile at her he was either covering something up or trying to impress her for some reason. 'No need to impress me now' she thought as she wondered why she got the response from him. Then she heard his voice. "So is it as cold as it looks?" he yelled down to her. "No, since the air is cold, the water actually feels pretty warm. Are you coming to join me?" He debated for a second. "I don't know Doc, you're lips look kind of blue. I think you feel the water is warmer than it really is. I think I'll pass. Do you want me to make breakfast?" "No... I actually need to get cleaned up and to school earlier today. We have a meeting at 8:00. I'll grab something at my place." She needed to start moving again and warm up. Swimming in place had made her cold and she felt her teeth start to chatter. "You're not coming back over here?" he asked a little pout on his face, he leaned down resting his elbows on the railing cupping his chin in his hands. "No sweetheart. All of my clothes are at my place. I can't very well wear you're robe to work now can I?" She saw him now grin and shake his head a little acknowledging his agreement. She kicked off the bottom to go back to swimming thinking of how cute he looked when he pouted. She heard him call out to her again, "Then I'm going to shower. Will I see you before you go?" She nodded her head and waved to him as she turned at the end of the pool. He stood and continued to watch her for a few more laps, not ready to give her up and start his day yet, but finally he headed in to clean up. He showered and trimmed his beard. Then went downstairs to grab some food. Before leaving he went back upstairs to grab his sweatshirt and from the open door in his bedroom he could see over to her bathroom. She was in her shower. He couldn't help it. This time however he felt no guilt about watching her as he grinned foolishly to himself. She was just finishing her shower and as she reached for her towel she glanced out the window to see him watching her from his bathroom. She looked away, not knowing if he had seen that she had looked over. She looked toward the mirror but it was steamy from the hot water and she couldn't see him. She smiled slyly to herself as she formulated her torture. She wrapped her towel around her hair and stepped out of the shower naked. As she reached for a second towel she allowed herself to glance up just quickly enough to see him still standing in his window. Again she smiled, and now she turned sideways, giving him an obvious profile of her form. She raised her leg and balanced her foot on the edge of the counter by the sink to dry off her leg with her towel. Taking her own sweet time softly drying the skin from her foot to her thigh, then repeating with the other leg. Knowing she was giving him a full view of her. The idea that he was watching her totally sensitized her and she suddenly found great confidence in herself as she continued the show for him, drying her arms then draping the towel over her breasts to dry each one. She reached for her bra and panties, slipping them on slowly, pleased with her choice of black, which only added to the sexiness she felt. She couldn't have planned this better if she had tried. Finally as she was about to leave the bathroom to retrieve the rest of her clothes she decided it was time to let him in on the game. Standing in front of the mirror, she traced letters in the steam. ODED YOU ARE SO BUSTED! Then she turned to face him, catching the look on his face. His mouth had dropped open a little, his hand came up to rest on the top of his head and his eyes looked completely shocked. She laughed then blew him a kiss as she bent down to give him one last view of her cleavage. Then she walked out of the bathroom closing the door behind her with a kick of her foot. He had watched for only a few moments before she turned off her water and reached for her towel. When she stepped out of the shower naked he had to catch his breath, not expecting to be offered such a glorious view of her body. She had reached for another towel and he almost had to sit down on the toilet lid when he saw her prop her foot on the counter to dry off her legs. The surge of testosterone in his body made his heart race and he struggled to stand still wanting to do something to get her attention. After drying her body completely she reached for something out of sight and he craned his neck trying to see through concrete and wood to catch a view of her again. As she stood he saw the soft black satin bra that now cupped her breasts and the matching cotton panties that covered her ass. He just about lost it. The pain of the arousal in his pants made him bend at the waist, yanking his shirt out of his waistband. He watched, debating about what to do. He never should have started this, the timing was horrible. They had no time to make love this morning and now he had gone and tortured himself by watching her like this. Just then he saw her raise her hand to the mirror and he turned crimson as he watched her write the words in the steam on the mirror and turn to look at him. He had been busted and he didn't even know how to respond. The next thing he knew she was laughing. She blew him a kiss and was gone. "Aaaaaahhhhhggggghhhhhh!!!" he groaned in frustration. "Serves me right," he thought, shaking his head sadly at the pathetic nature of his voyeurism. He just couldn't help it. He laughed out loud then said, "Well my little minx this one you've won. But I'll get even." They missed each other leaving, her car gone before he left for the day. He had seen her leave, and debated about dashing out to say goodbye to her but he didn't. He was actually a little embarrassed about getting caught peeking at her. He was distracted at work all day. He had thoughts of last night running through his head thinking about the Scrabble game, the shower, and the dinner he had made for her. He didn't think he had ever had such a fun date. But his thoughts were also mixed with fears about meeting her colleagues, and equal worries about introducing her to his co-workers. She was an innocent when it came to the garbage that came along with his career and he actually felt a little sad about having to drag her into it. Then he would hear her voice saying the Hebrew phrase he had taught her and he smiled to himself, visions of her lying next to him as he stroked her skin tenderly and the way she always trembled a little under his hands making him laugh to himself. He paid for his lack of attention early that afternoon. His thoughts again had drifted from what he actually supposed to be doing and without warning he found himself lying flat on his back the wind knocked out of him as he missed his cue to move from the fist that came towards his stomach. He fell across the table behind him hearing "CUT" yelled as everyone rushed to make sure he was okay. "I'm fine, I'm fine... sorry, I don't know where my head was." He tried to stand and shake it off already feeling the bruise that would form on his ribs. They took a break and he went back to his trailer to clean up and check himself over. He'd managed to make a pretty big gash in his thigh also, probably from the corner of the table and he grabbed the first aid kit to clean it up and bandage it. He grabbed his cell phone as it rang, wincing from the peroxide he put on his cut. "Yeah?" he answered, pissed off with himself for his stupidity. "Oded?" She paused almost not recognizing his voice. "Abby?" he sat more upright "Oww." He winced again. "'ded? You've never picked up your phone at work. I was expecting Cheryl. Are you okay? Did you say ow?" She had just come back from her first lab, which hadn't gone well and she wanted to talk to him. "No, I'm fine. I mean yes... I did say ow, but I'm fine. I made a mistake on our last take and got knocked over a table, I'll be a little bruised, but I'm okay. I didn't expect to hear from you, what's up Doc?" She laughed thinking of Bugs Bunny. "Oh I just had a horrible lab. I'm crabby. I didn't get to say goodbye to you this morning. I just wanted to hear your voice." She was rambling. He smiled to himself forgetting about the ache in his ribs. Just the sound of her voice made him feel better. If she was crabby he couldn't tell. "What happened in lab?" He stood up pulling up his pants now that his thigh had stopped hurting, trying to tuck in his shirt at the same time. "Oh it doesn't matter. I don't want to talk about that." She heard a knock on her office door. "'ded can you hold on a second." She disappeared. He could hear voices in the background something about 'Thank you', then she picked up the phone again. "My, my," he heard her say, "Seems I've just received some beautiful flowers. You don't know anything about them do you?" She was opening the card as she spoke to him. "Maybe I know a little something," he teased her. She was quiet on the other end of the phone. He waited for her response. "'ded you are the best boyfriend I have ever had. Do you know that?" she had just read the card that came with the flowers. "Mmmm, well, I do try," he answered her smiling to himself. "I'm glad you like the flowers. It's an easy thing to do, and I love that it makes you so happy." "It does." she was beaming inside. He got a knock on his trailer door and she heard him answer it. "Xatixa, I've got to go, they are ready to try this again. I'll have to see if I can stay on my feet this time." "Okay, I guess I'll see you later. Thank you again for the flowers. White peonies, I didn't expect you to remember." "You promised to make me a perfume. I expect a fragrant girlfriend when I get home." He replied, his voice getting very sexy. "Sweetheart, I'm sorry about this morning. I hope I didn't cross the line by-" She cut him off. "Oded don't be silly, I love that you find me so enticing. If it had bothered me I wouldn't have played it up for you." She laughed. "Really?" His eyebrows went up a little in surprise as he chuckled at her. "Yes, really. Now stop worrying. You better go before they come looking for you again. ... Oh, wait I have one more question. Remind me again. I can't quite get the entire Hebrew phrase you taught me last night. Ich hob der lieb?" she asked, saying the words to him. He felt his body grow warm and he sighed a little, "You got it perfectly Abby. Ich hob der lieb," he answered her. "Oh good, are you going to tell me what it means? Ich hob der lieb," she said it again. "Later. I really have to go. I'll call you later, bye." Cheryl was standing in his trailer, sent to collect him a second time. "Okay. I'll see you later sweetie." She heard him hang up the phone. She looked back at the card that came with the flowers. Feeling her body flush just from the words on the card. A You make me happy. O Cheryl noticed the grin on Oded's face as they walked out of the trailer. "Abby?" she asked. "Mmm. Yes," he answered, the smile growing wider as he nodded his head. Cheryl shook her head in disbelief. For as long as she had worked for him she had never seen him quite like this. He struggled all afternoon to keep his head in his work. He managed to keep from getting himself injured again, but missed several lines that should have been easy for him. He couldn't shake the images that kept floating in his mind of Abby from last night. The way she nibbles on her bottom lip as she concentrates on something and doesn't know he is looking, the look on her face of pure bliss that happens just from a single kiss. The laugh lines around her eyes that light up when she giggles at one of his jokes. And always his thoughts drifted back to the sound of her voice as she spoke the Hebrew words back to him in the dark. He was relieved when they finally took a late dinner break. He had talked to the director about the possibility of working later this evening if it meant he could get off tomorrow night. He wouldn't get home early enough to see her tonight but he knew she would appreciate his effort to join her tomorrow night. He called her from his trailer as he plopped onto the day bed by the door lying flat on his back, to tell her he would be late. She picked up the phone sounding almost sleepy. "Hello?" "Abby? It's me." He heard water splash in the background. "What are you doing? Did I hear water?" She sat up feeling her heart start to race a little. She had headed home tired. She was actually relieved knowing she likely would spend the evening alone thinking she would catch up on some reading and then turn in early expecting Oded to be late. She had run a hot bath dripping lavender and rosemary oils into the water and dug out her bath pillow to soak in the dark, a single candle lit on the counter. She hadn't taken a bath since she had moved into the townhouse and it felt wonderful to sit quietly feeling the water lap around her knees and over her breasts. She had almost drifted off to sleep when the phone rang. She had grabbed the cordless phone she brought into the bathroom and sat up splashing water onto the floor at the sound of his voice. "Oded," she gasped a little. "Yes, sweetheart, it's me. What are you doing? I hear water splashing." He chuckled at her. "I'm in the bathtub." She turned sideways leaning over the tub to make sure she wouldn't drop the phone into it, covering herself a little, almost as if she thought Oded was standing in front of her, her shyness still affecting her. "You're taking a bath?" he sat up a little, smiling at the thought of her nude, reclined in the tub imaging her hair all piled up on top of her head. "Yes, I needed a good soak," she answered him. "What are you doing?" "We have a half hour dinner break. I grabbed a sandwich and came back to my trailer. I expected to get your machine. I don't think you've ever picked up the phone at home. You're always in the pool," he teased her. He heard her giggle. "Well I guess technically I'm sort of swimming now. I guess I am sort of a fish. Only this time I really am skinny dipping." He groaned a little in response. "You just had to say that didn't you!" "Sorry," she replied, laughing a little then laying back again, propping her foot on the faucet as she bent her leg feeling the warm water run up her back again. "I'm guessing you're calling to tell me you'll be late?" "Yes, so don't wait up." He lay back down on the bed one knee bent, the other leg crossed across it at the ankle. "Mmm. Are you going to be too tired to join me this evening?" she grabbed her washcloth, wetting it and holding it up to let the warm water run across her chest. He heard the sound of the water dripping into the tub and onto her skin. "Wild horses couldn't keep me away," he teased her. "So how long have you been in the bath?" "A while. My wine is gone, my candle is burning down, and the smell of the lavender oil is almost gone. I'm starting to glisten from the steam from the water." "Wait a minute." He closed his eyes forming a new image in his head of her in the tub. "I thought you were washing, you know maybe shaving your legs, but your lounging and drinking wine." He sighed, that idea even more erotic. "Well I was, the wine is now gone," she giggled. The warm water and the wine making her a little light headed. She heard him sigh then he chuckled. "Mmmm. Just imagine if I could be there to join you now." "I'd like that. But what would you do if you could join me? Climb in with me? It's kind of a small tub." She glanced around then scooted farther down in the water. He got a mischievous look on his face that would have made her blush if she could have seen him. "Do you really want to know what I would do?" He saw the opportunity and he took it. He didn't even wait for her response of yes or no. "Do you have a washcloth in the tub with you?" "Yes, why?" She didn't yet know what he was up to. "Dunk it in the water, now open it up and let it fall across your chest." He could hear the water as it hit her skin. He closed his eyes and licked his bottom lip slowly with the tip of his tongue starting at one corner. "Do you feel the warmth and the weight on your skin?" She was already blushing, 'dear god, he's going to seduce me over the telephone,' she thought. "Yes," she answered him, her voice a little deeper than normal then lilting at the end as she smiled to herself. He chuckled warmly the sound of his laugh throaty and deep. It made her shiver. "Now take the washcloth and run it down the length of your body. Move it slowly, caress each breast, let it drift along your skin until it rests between your legs." He listened for her response, but she said nothing. He was lying on his side on his bed his head resting on his pillow, the phone tucked under his ear. He let his hand drift over the material on the bed next to him, imagining what she was doing to her own body right now. Still she was silent. "Abby? Did you do what I told you?" She nodded, then realized he couldn't see her and had to force her voice to work. "Yes." Then she heard her phone beep and she sat up quickly, splashing even more water over the sides of the tub. "'ded hold on there is someone on the other line." She dropped the washcloth and reached up to click the button. "Wait," he tried to stop her. 'What the hell was she doing?' he groaned, 'I can't believe she actually chose to take another call.' He rolled over onto his back draping his arm over his eyes breathing out a heavy sigh. "This was a horrible idea," he said out loud. He was uncomfortably aroused, she wasn't here, he couldn't finish what he started and he was due back in front of the camera in 15 minutes. "Great, my luck today they'll catch it all on film." He sat up when she clicked back over to talk to him again. "Sorry 'ded. It was my mom." She had just arranged for call waiting on her phone given the snafus she and Oded had last week and when she heard the beep she instinctively answered it. She regretted it as soon as she did it. It was her mother and hearing her mom's voice on the other line immediately drained all the arousal out of her body. She felt herself blush thinking about what she and Oded had started before she clicked over to her mother. She made quick apologies to her mom and asked if she could call her back, explaining that she was just getting out of the tub and then clicked back over to Oded. "How's mom?" he asked, now standing and reaching over for his dinner which he hadn't touched yet. "She's fine, I told her I would call her back. I'm sorry 'ded, I didn't mean to interrupt..." she stopped short. "That's okay sweetness, this isn't a good time anyway. I've got to go in a few minutes and it would just torture me." She felt herself droop a little, a pout forming on her face. She had ruined the fun and been left unsatisfied. He was unsatisfied as well, and yanked his shirt out of his pants pacing the length of the trailer. "Are you still in the bathtub?" "Yes, but the water is starting to get cold so I think I'll get out. I suppose I should let you go so you can eat dinner." She pulled the drain on the tub and reached for her towel as she climbed out of the tub. He could hear the water draining and again let out a big sigh. "Mmm," he hummed, "this hasn't worked out as I hoped. Quite the coitus interruptus." She laughed. "I guess we'll have to try phone sex later when we have more time." He rolled his eyes to the ceiling, "And no mothers are allowed to call," he chuckled. "Alright Xatixa, I'll let you go so you can get dried off and dressed. You know babe, I'll probably be really late so you really shouldn't wait up, I may actually just crash at my place tonight," he said changing his mind about joining her when he got home. Thinking he should at least try to catch up on his sleep a little. Again she pouted. She was getting used to having him sleep next to her, his weight against her, his arm wrapped around her. Feeling the scruff of his beard on her neck and the heat of his breath on her skin. She didn't want to miss out and wake up alone. But she didn't push him knowing he would be exhausted when he got home later. She answered him, "Okay, I certainly understand. But if you change your mind you know where to find me." She heard him laugh lightly. "I should go," he said. "I know." she wrapped the towel around her body almost dropping the phone. "I'll talk to you tomorrow. Bye 'ded." "Bye Doc." He clicked off the phone, flopping down into the chair by his table. He dropped his head back, closing his eyes for a second. For a brief moment hating his job. Then he sat up and grabbed his dinner wolfing it down just in time to have Cheryl collect him for the evening shoot. Abby got dressed and called her mom. Then she decided to throw a load of laundry in. She was emptying her hamper in the closet when she ran across a box she had never unpacked. She opened it, smiling as she realized what she had found. Never really one for lingerie she had forgotten the gift from her best friend Jill. She held up the creamy silk chemise and looked at herself in the floor length mirror. She had never even tried it on. Jill had given it to her as a gift when rumors were flying that Abby might get engaged to her boyfriend in graduate school. But ironically just a few days later they had broken up. She slipped it on now admiring the way the silk floated over the curve of her hips stopping just above her knees. She smiled to herself thinking how much Oded would probably like it. Then she giggled, a plan forming in her mind but it would only work if she could find a key. She changed back into regular clothes slipping on sweat pants and a T-shirt then headed outside. When she had moved in the realtor told her they would leave extra keys in the bottom of the light fixture and she headed for his door hoping the same was true for him. She smiled as she unscrewed the bottom of the fixture by his door and the key fell out into her palm. She giggled a smile splashing across her face in glee. She quick tried it in the lock and when she heard the bolt turn she knew it worked. She headed back to her place to finish up her to-do list for the night. She finished her laundry, worked on her lecture for the next day and crushed some peonies making perfume for Oded. Finally a little before eleven she packed up to head over to his place thinking he could really get home at any time. She turned the key in the lock and the door swung open. She flipped on his light and walked inside. Immediately she felt a little odd, a little guilty about being in his place when he didn't know it. But then she saw the Scrabble game still on the coffee table and smiled. She closed his door behind her heading for the stairs to his bedroom. She laughed when she opened the door, his bed pure chaos. The comforter on the floor sheets tangled, thinking again of last night. "Yeah right, you make your bed everyday," she chided him. She straightened up the bed, then headed downstairs to find some paper and leave him a note. She flipped on the light in the kitchen and found a notepad by the phone. Glancing around she got the most devilish thought. It was in her nature to be curious and she paused debating about whether she should take advantage of the opportunity to snoop around his place. She opened his fridge - nothing new - she had snooped in here before. She pulled open his cupboards laughing when she found Frosted Flakes and CocoPebbles as his cereal options. His cupboards were pretty bare and she realized he really didn't eat much at home, undoubtedly eating most of his meals on set. She headed for the living room perusing his musical tastes and movies, most of which they had already compared at dinner last night. She glanced over his bookshelf and pulled out a photo album. She opened it turning a few pages seeing faces she didn't recognize. She closed it feeling suddenly very guilty. This was too private. She couldn't snoop in his photos. She did however decide she would ask him to show her and tell her who the people were in the pictures. She guessed they must be family based on the resemblance. He apparently had a brother who was just about as handsome as he was. "Good genetics," she said out loud. She heard a clock start to chime 11:00 and felt her adrenaline surge a little. If he came home and found her sitting in his living room her surprise would be ruined. She headed back upstairs pulling the silk nightgown out of her bag. She changed quickly, spraying more of the peony fragrance onto her skin and the silk. She brushed her teeth, letting her self snoop just one more time in his medicine cabinet. She clicked on his beard trimmer, smiling at the sound of the whir. She headed back to the bedroom turning down the lights as she climbed under the covers. She had already decided she wouldn't try to stay awake for him, not knowing how late he would really be, instead hoping he would be happy to find her sleeping in his bed. She fell asleep surprisingly quick considering how nervous she was and what thoughts were racing through her head. She forgot that she never left him the note. He finally pulled up after 1:00 am, exhausted. They hadn't quite finished all the shots they hoped to and it meant he might still be a little late tomorrow but he had been reassured he would get done early enough to make at least some of her party. He glanced over at her place seeing all the lights were dark. He was kicking himself for telling her he would just sleep at his place tonight. He wanted to curl himself up around her and at least have the chance to wake up next to her. He was getting used to having to blow her hair out of his face as she turned in the night. He walked up to her door and tried the knob. It was locked. He shook his head and mumbled to himself in Hebrew as he descended the stairs heading sullenly over to his place to sleep alone. He unlocked his door and stepped in catching a scent in the air he couldn't place. He headed for the kitchen picking up the notepad on his dining room table not remembering when he had left it there. He quick drank a glass of orange juice, almost drinking out of the carton before he thought of Abby and how she had looked at him last time she caught him doing that. Then he headed upstairs to crash. As he climbed the stairs he thought he caught the same scent again that he had smelled when he first came home, now wondering what it was. When he opened the door to his bedroom he smiled, shaking his head in amazement. He could see her form curled up around his pillow and now he inhaled catching the scent of the peonies she had misted in the room. He grinned thinking of his earlier fantasy about finding her in his bed and he turned to quietly close the door not wanting to wake her up yet. He quickly brushed his teeth before coming to bed then very quietly lifted the edge of the comforter climbing in next to her. He reached for her and she turned in his arms, reflexively looking to snuggle up against him. He ran his hands over the silk that covered her body and for a brief second wondered who in the world had climbed into his bed. 'Where was the traditional Abby T-shirt?' he wondered almost disappointed that she wasn't wearing one. He liked the innocent girl next door look and what ever she had on now was not that. She woke up more fully, realizing he had finally climbed into bed and discovered her secret. "Surprise!" she whispered, running her hand up around his neck and into his hair. She tilted her chin to find his face and gently kissed his lips that were warm and moist under her own. He was fingering the silk at her hip and then let his hand run up her to her waist pulling the material with it. "Mmm...," he sighed. "This is indeed a surprise.” He nuzzled his nose into her hair. "So this is what peonies smell like, hmmm?" "Do you like it?" she whispered, bringing her hands down to his ribs, gently running her fingers over them, but trying to not tickle him. He inhaled deeply again. "Yes, I do." He arched his back against her hands as she ran her hands over him pressing himself closer to her, trying to shift her hand off the bruise on his rib as he winced a little. "Abby, what are you wearing?" he asked. "It's silk." She leaned up to kiss him again as he met her lips half way melting into her and drinking deeply from the tastes in her mouth. "'ded, I know it's late, if you're too tired we can go to sleep, I don't want you to think my being here means..." She heard him chuckle. "Yeah right, like I can go to sleep after finding this present in my bed. Abby? Where did you get this?" He had pulled himself up and away from her a little pulling back the covers to try and investigate more clearly what she was wearing. "I've had it. I've just never worn it. What? You don't like it?" She got a little self-conscious. Sitting up next to him, straightening the thin straps that kept the slip on her body. With the covers pulled back and the moon from the window he could see her shape more clearly. The silk was the color of milk and almost looked translucent against her fair skin. The thinnest of spaghetti straps covered her shoulders and the silk was cut low on both sides giving a glimpse of the swell of her breasts. The bodice plunged into a vee stopping in the middle of her delectable cleavage. He knew from the way it curved around her ribs that it was cut low in the back as well. The way she sat the silk pooled around her hips and it was obvious the length would not be long. "No, I do like it." His eyes swept up her form again and he felt a surge of heat in his body as he took her in "I actually like it a lot. It's just not what I'm used to from you," he answered her. She didn't know how to interpret that. Was that good or bad? "I could take it off if you don't like it on me. Would you prefer the T-shirt look?" She was trying to read the expression on his face remembering from their very first date his interest in what she wore to bed. His warm chocolate eyes looked conflicted, she had expected to see that smolder start and although it was obvious from the way he was looking at her that he wanted her, it wasn't the only thought in his head. She looked absolutely breathtaking, her hair just barely grazing her shoulders. 'Had she cut it?' he wondered to himself, it looked shorter. "No Xatixa, please leave it on. I think you're beautiful in it." He was still a little unsure. He couldn't deny that it made her look gorgeous, she had the perfect type of figure for it, curvy and soft, but still it unfortunately reminded him of what his other girlfriends had chosen to wear and he didn't want her in that category. She climbed up onto her knees, smoothing the silk over her body and sweeping her hair back as she lowered her gaze to look at him from under her lashes. She crept forward on her knees, taking his hands in hers and wrapping them around her pressing one of her knees between his legs as she straddled his thigh, not noticing the Band-Aid above his knee as she slid up his leg. He let his hands play with the edge of the silk along her back, dipping his fingers in the top edge to caress her skin underneath. Her skin was so gloriously soft he almost couldn't tell the difference between her skin and the silk that covered it except that her skin was lusciously warm and the silk was cool. He could feel against the skin of his leg that she wore nothing under the slip, the soft curls between her legs rubbing against him and now he pulled the material up over her hips as his hand swept over her bottom pulling her closer to him. They watched each other intently, studying each other in the moonlight. He smiled at the view of those gold flecks he had learned to love and she giggled seeing the definite spark of fire and the low burning smolder in his eyes now that she had moved taunting him further. Finally she dropped her lips to his and sucked his pouty bottom lip into her mouth, nibbling it with her teeth. He ran his hands along her body enjoying both the feeling of the silkiness of her skin and the silkiness of her nightgown under his fingers. He slipped one strap off her shoulder letting the gown slide partially down her body. Her breast now bare he hungrily sucked it into his mouth as she arched against him still kneeling, straddling his thigh, feeling his tongue and teeth work the peak of her breast until she hardened in his mouth. The light growth of his beard around his mouth brushing roughly against her skin making her even more sensitive and she felt that zing of electricity run down her body in response. He slid his hand around her ribs and followed the silk down her stomach as she sat back from him looking down at him, watching the smile on his face and the twinkle of his eyes as he looked back up at her. His fingers sought out her warmth, and found her wet with anticipation. He watched the expression on her face as he caressed her, penetrating her lightly with his fingertips then pulling back. She smiled as she let him look deeply into her eyes, then closed them and dropped her head back at the feel of the penetration. She looked back at him amused and then giggling in response to the brief tease of his fingers making him laugh back at her warmly. She sat back on her thighs, still relishing the feel of the strong muscles of his thigh between her legs, now running her own hands along the silk covering her body, caressing her own breasts for him. He dropped back onto the bed to watch her, enjoying the sight of her own exploration feeling his own body surge with adrenaline and his manhood harden further in anticipation of her body. She smiled reading the look on his face and then shifted her weight to straddle both of his legs, moving up towards his waist. He knew what was coming and he caught his breath, biting on his bottom lip, reaching for her hips to help her position herself over his arousal. They both sighed at the feeling of her sliding down the length of him until he was buried deeply inside of her, his legs flexing under her as his hips came up against her making her smile and him groan. She reached for the bottom of her slip to pull it off, but he stopped her hands then ran his fingers up the curve of her hip to her waist. "Leave it on for me," he whispered, the passion in his voice making it almost gravely. She smiled and let go of the material shifting forward with her hips to take him more deeply and drop her lips to his own where he met her hungrily teasing her tongue with his as they explored each other. She felt his fingers slide under the soft fabric and arched her body into his hands as he caressed her skin, the silk now pooling over his arms as it swirled around them both. She made slow love to him watching his face in the moonlight seeing his eyes grow deep with the desire and reflection of what they were sharing with one another. "Abby, you are so beautiful," he said quietly. She rewarded him with a sweet smile then a forceful grind of her hips that made him groan. He slipped his hands out from under her nightgown now choosing to find her skin by dropping the straps off her shoulders pushing the chemise down her body until the silky fabric lay pooled between them, the straps still caught at her elbows. He sat more upright against her, propping his arms behind him as he straightened them at the elbow supporting his weight. His mouth now tenderly caressed her breasts, suckling gently then nibbling on the soft underswell making her sigh with contentment. She stopped her movements, keeping him deeply inside of her. He pulled back and looked up at her, arching his hips under her. "Why did you stop?" he asked, the look in his chocolate eyes smoldering. "Sorry," she giggled, "You distracted me with that tongue of yours." "Oh yeah?" he leaned forward licking the skin between her breasts in front of him feeling her shiver. Then he wrapped his arms around her and flipped her over onto her back still firmly embedded within her. "Then maybe I should take over and be in charge." He winced as he said it, the bruise on his ribs aching from twisting his body and hers. She laughed when she felt him suddenly turn them and she found herself flat on her back. "Feel free." She enticed him dropping her hips open and draping her calves over the back of his legs. Then she saw the pained look on his face. "'ded are you okay?" He smiled down at her, "I'm fine Xatixa, just bruised my rib from my mishap at work today." Then he started his hips, as he more forcefully set a pace for them. They watched each other intensely, now not talking as they both felt the heat inside of them about to explode. She could feel the look in his eyes penetrate her as deeply as his manhood and she stared back into the depths of his, wide eyed and full of passion as her body shook with the depth of her orgasm. As she recovered she pressed her hands against his ribs, feeling for the swollen bruise from his fall. He didn't wince as she fingered it, his nerves too intent on what was happening with other parts of his body. The straps of her nightgown still resting at her elbows restricted the movement of her arms as his body pressed against the fabric around her hips. His orgasm now quickly followed hers, wracking him as he shook from the intensity. She reached up with her mouth to nibble on the taught tendon in his neck, wrapping her legs more tightly around his, forcing him deeper as she felt him pulse, spilling himself inside of her. He groaned from the feel of her mouth and dropped his head to her neck to stop her torture of him. He softly bit her back, nipping at the soft vee where her neck curved to her shoulder. She squirmed a little then laughed when she felt him chuckle against her. She caressed the skin along his ribs, soothing and stroking his injury, then wanting to move her hands up but she was still pinned by her nightgown and now his weight. She wiggled under him but he seemed to have no intention of moving. "'ded, you've got my arms pinned by my nightgown." she told him still wiggling. He laughed again realizing her predicament. "Good." he rested his head back into the crook of her neck, slowly shifting his hips intent on now slowly torturing her. She felt him move inside of her again and her nerves reawakened. She moaned, "Please Oded, not more." "Come on Abby, I know how much you enjoy it," he teased her now looking down at her kissing the tip of her nose. Laughing at her as she blew a strand of hair out of her eyes then closed them, biting her bottom lip as once again he pulled out and slid back inside of her. He felt her flex her arms, trying to raise them but then relinquishing the effort, relaxing under him as he continued to torment her. He tortured her for what felt like forever until the second orgasm exploded within her and she saw a blinding white light as she closed her eyes tightly humming a response through clenched teeth from the intensity. He just about undid her and she grabbed the covers on either side of her arching her back under him as she heard him laugh with glee at what he had done to her. "Yeah, real funny 'ded," she hissed her body finally coming back to earth. She bucked her hips under his. "Would you mind moving now? I do have a little dignity." He continued to laugh as he finally rolled off of her. She felt the pool of liquid from their sex now seep from her body and she smiled at the warmth and stickiness of it on her thighs. "Good lord, we are good at this," she sighed as she sat up now finally shrugging her nightgown back onto her shoulders. She glanced at the clock it was after 2:00. If they kept this up neither one would be able to open their eyes by the end of the week. He lay quietly on his back next to her watching her pull her nightgown back up. He was completely exhausted. He tugged on the bottom corner of it by her hip with his thumb and forefinger. "Are you going to sleep in that?" "What... you want me to leave it on while we have sex, but now you want me to take it off?" she looked at him incredulously. "I like your skin against mine." He teased her, still tugging on the fabric, his voice still carrying the sexy deepness that always excited her. She lay down next to him leaving the nightgown on but spooning her body against his as he pushed the material up over her hips. He laughed as she wiggled her bottom against him now holding her still with his arm draped over her. He had to admit he liked the soft silky fabric under his fingers over her stomach. "Oded, tell me what Ich hob der lieb means?" she whispered. But he was already asleep and soon she was too. The next morning came way too soon and Oded hit the snooze three times, whacking the alarm clock with the weight of his palm. Then each time curling his arm back around her, pulling her in tightly against his body before either one could try to climb out of bed, snuggling down against her neck and inhaling the scent of the flowers in her hair. The sheets were tangled around them both. She finally sat up bleary-eyed looking down at herself, having forgotten what she had worn to bed. He untangled himself from her and the sheets, heaving himself to the edge of the bed wincing in pain at the bruise on his rib before turning to take in the sight of her. In the sunlight the color of her nightgown was ivory white and she glowed. Her hair was indeed shorter and it curled lightly under her chin when she looked up at him feeling his warm eyes on her. "Good morning," she offered, still rubbing her eyes. "I'm sorry I kept us up so late last night, I think neither of us are moving very fast today." He smiled and tilted his head to tease her. "Well, I may be tired, but it was worth it. I think finding you in my bed is the best surprise I've ever had." He gingerly lay back down beside her, resting his head in her lap feeling the silk against his cheek. She stroked the soft silver gray at his temples as he sighed in contentment. "I like what you did with your hair," he said as he reached up to finger a curl by her chin. "Thank you, I got bored waiting for you to come home so I cut it last night," she answered not thinking twice about it. "You cut your own hair?" he was shocked. "Yes." She didn't understand his amazement. She had always trimmed her own hair. He chuckled at her softly, still resting in her lap. He closed his eyes for another minute, enjoying the feel of her fingers as they stroked his hair, teasing around his ears. He played with the silk that covered her knee. He had been a little tentative about her choosing to wear something this provocative. But then again, he laughed quietly; she did give herself a haircut, instead of the $100.00 salon cuts other women went for. Just reaffirming to him that she truly was unique and not cut from the same mold. She pushed against his shoulder to move him. They both needed to get cleaned up for work, he winced as she shoved him, and she saw him reach for his rib. Now in the light of day she could see the bruise more clearly and it was an ugly purple. "'ded, you really hurt yourself." She ran her fingers over it as he returned his head to her lap to sop up the sympathy, playing the injured boyfriend particularly well. "Yeah, it's really painful," he groaned. She smirked at him as he gazed up at her with a hurt puppy look, trying to keep a pained look on his face. She gently pushed his head off her lap onto the bed and leaned closer to look at it the injury, then she saw the Band-Aid on his leg. "And this?" she asked, poking at the beige stripe. "Hey!" he flinched sitting up grabbing his leg. She sat back surprised at how fast he could move, seeing those abdominal muscles flex as he sat up. "Sorry," she offered, leaning up onto her knees to place a kiss on his shoulder as she climbed off the bed. She had left her bag with clothes for the day near the bathroom and headed in to take a shower. Naively she assumed he would leave her alone. He joined her within two minutes of hearing the water start to run. Kissing her neck as he wrapped his arms around her waist, he saw the soap run over his fingers when he looked over her shoulder. She whacked his fingers with her body puff and turned to face him. "Oded, don't you think you should ask before you climb in the shower with somebody?" She looked up at his face and felt her resolve immediately weaken just based on the look in his eyes. "Well, it's my shower... and I figured we could conserve water. Besides why do you assume I have ulterior motives?" He turned her back around and grabbed her scrubby thing, running it over her back, much to her surprise. He did a quick wash of her arms slowing down only to lift her arm that still wore his bracelet to kiss her wrist gently, then he took a breath and reached around to soap her breasts. She smiled at the feel of his hands on her breasts. "See? You do have ulterior motives!" She exclaimed as she arched back towards him a little feeling the muscles of his chest against her shoulders. She was starting to get rather aroused from all of this washing and she looked up at him behind her trying to catch his eye. "What? Your breasts need to be washed like the rest of you, no?" He pushed her forward into the water to rinse her off, his hands resting on her hips. "Shall I do your legs?" She was more than a little dumbfounded. "No, I've already done them thank you." She turned to face him. "I guess I'll climb out so you can get washed up." "Wait," he told her. He was enjoying this little game after the way she had teased him yesterday with her little performance in her bathroom. He was hoping to torment her a bit now himself, but now he didn't want her to go, he was enjoying having her naked next to him a little too much. She paused, a little smile on her face. 'Ah, I was right after all,' she thought. "Aren't you going to return the favor?" he goaded her, holding out her puff to her, a smirk on his face. "Okay," she answered in a drawn out drawl, "If you want me too." She put more body wash on the puff. "But you're going to smell like raspberries." He chuckled. She started with his back, running the puff slowly in little circles over the broad expanse of his shoulders, squeezing it to let the soap run down his muscles. Letting her fingers trail the sponge as she watched the soap run off his skin, she caught her breath at the constant realization of how beautiful he was. She gingerly washed his ribs, trying not to press on the ugly bruise that wrapped around his side. She ran the puff over his butt, feeling him flex the muscles under her fingers making her smile. She bent behind him to wash his legs running down the back and sides then up the insides of each. Not sure how far to test the boundaries between them. He held his breath when she had started to run the soap over his ass then bent behind him. He really thought he would just tease her by joining her in the shower, pay her back for yesterday, not planning to have it end in another round of sex, but he now realized it had definitely been a mistake to ask her to wash him. The feel of her hands on his skin and the sensation of her working her way up the inside of his legs were undoing him. He should have let her leave after he washed her. He felt her hands on his hips as she now stood behind him again, brushing her breasts against his back, leaning into him encouraging him to twist and face her. He did, but he leaned away from her, against the back wall as she poured more soap on the puff trying to quell the desire in his body or he'd lose this game to her as well. She didn't look at him when he turned. Getting the chance to touch him all over like this was definitely getting her hormones flowing but he had been convincing and she really did believe that he didn't intend to make love to her this morning. She took one hand and washed his long fingers then wrist, working up to his elbow as he flexed his arm in her hand, and finally soaping his biceps and triceps up to his shoulder. She did the same to the other arm noticing a scar on his wrist. She wanted to ask him about it, but didn't dare speak not sure what would come out of her mouth. After washing both arms she started in on his chest. The sight of his golden skin under her fingers made her suck in her breath and she glanced up quickly to look at him, seeing a bemused look on his face. He smiled when she looked up, she was now torturing him instead of him torturing her and he was the one who had started the game. He rolled his eyes at his own stupidity. There was no way she hadn't noticed his obvious erection and he was just waiting for her to call him on his little charade. She rested one hand on his ribs as the other continued to wash the skin on his chest and stomach. She glanced down after catching his smile and saw his erection. She smiled to herself. 'He can't help himself after all,' she thought. She finished his chest, tracing his collarbones with her forefinger feeling him breath deeply under her hands. Then she slowly circled his abdominals making him tighten them under her fingers. Finally she reached down with one hand grasping his erection and without looking up brought the soapy puff down to wash him as thoroughly as she had washed the rest of his body. He didn't move. He didn't reach for her, but she also knew he didn't breathe. When she was done she turned and pushed him forward into the water to rinse him off. "There, I'd say you are clean." She tossed the puff ahead of him onto the floor and stepped out of the shower her arms and legs shaking from the hormone surge that was sweeping her body. She had taken three steps toward the bedroom her towel not even wrapped around her when she felt him grab her. "Just tell me you don't want me to make love to you this morning!" he moaned in her ear his passion barely contained. It wasn't a question and she knew there was no point in opening her mouth. Her body wanted his as badly as he wanted her; she couldn't and wouldn't deny it. They didn't make it to the bed. She turned to face him as he positioned his hips even with hers, driving himself into her as they stood together. She gasped and grabbed for his shoulders as his mouth found hers and he thrust his tongue deeply into her mouth. The difference in their heights and the fact that they were both dripping wet, wasn't going to make this easy and he bent his knees falling backwards, her coming down on top of him. She repositioned herself as he grabbed her hips and forced her down onto him then pulled on her wanting her to move on him hard and fast. She placed her hands on his chest to brace herself as he rocked his hips underneath her, setting their pace even though she was the one on top. It took neither of them anytime as they moaned their satisfaction to each other and then she collapsed onto him still shaking from the original surge that hit her body. They both lay panting, shaken from the rawness of this desire. She climbed off of him, sitting beside him then lying down, the opposite direction, her feet by his shoulders. Both stretched out on the carpet beside the bed. "Are you okay?" he asked, turning his head and reaching out with his hand to grab her ankle, pulling her foot towards him to kiss the top of her toes gently. "I'm fine," she sighed and blew out a big breath laughing, "I wasn't expecting that this morning," she answered her breathing still fast as she rested her hand on her chest feeling her breasts still rise and fall. "Are you okay?" "Mmm.... Yes. Sorry about that sweetness, I didn't plan that. I really intended to join you simply to tease you. But I just can't help myself." He propped himself up on his elbows as he looked down at her. It was quite a view and he smiled as he watched her prop herself up to look back at him. "'ded we are going to be late for work if we don't get moving." She sat up as did he and they helped each other off the carpet both shaking their heads and laughing a little. "I feel like a teenager." She chuckled using her towel to clean herself back off again. "Me too," he answered her grabbing clean boxers as he sat back on the bed. He thought back to last night. "Abby how did you get in my house?" "You're spare key is kept in the light fixture, just like mine." She winked at him as she finished getting dressed, throwing his comforter back onto the bed. She headed downstairs as she heard him head for the bathroom, his beard trimmer whirring. She poured them both juice grabbed some toast and went back upstairs to say goodbye. "Oded I've got to go. I have a lecture at 9:30 and I'm not ready yet." She kissed him soundly. "Thanks sexy. I haven't been this satisfied in.... well ever." She giggled as she walked down the hall. He smiled broadly, shaking his head when she called him sexy. Then he frowned and went after her, "Wait.... Abby" he chased her to the door. "What about the party tonight. When and where is it?" "Oh, I almost forgot. I'll call you with the information. It's at school. Is it okay if I leave it with Cheryl if I can't get a hold of you?" "Sure. I'll talk to you later. Bye Xatixa." He waved to her as she headed back to her place to gather her things and saw her leave a few minutes later her bag in hand. He dressed then called the set to find out what time they needed him. He was surprised to find out they didn't want him until 11:00. He debated about going back to bed for a few hours, then smiled as an idea formed in his head. He made a few phone calls to get the information he needed and climbed in his car. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Neighbors - Chapter 31 |