| Slow Dancing The Journals of Teleah Brockman By Ladybug |
| This story is fictional. The character of Teleah Brockman if fictional and has no connection to Oded Fehr. The song mentioned in the story is "When I'm With You" by Sheriff This is the 4th installment of The Journals of Teleah Brockman This story is dedicated to Aelora and her questions of the day on OFAS. Thanks for the idea! This story is rated R for sexual content ________________________________________ |
| You’ve heard of klutzy people, right? Well Ded and I had a klutzy relationship. We can look back now and have a good laugh over it, and we even thought it was pretty humorous at the time, but let me tell you, there is nothing more frustrating than trying to date someone and it always seems to start out in disaster. Whether it is burnt dinner, crossed wires on which restaurant to meet at or just plain being late after a tough day, it always seemed to be something. As wonderful as things were when we finally managed to get together, it was a chore to get to that point. Oh but it was soooo worth it! And you know what else was well worth the wait?? The sex. Yes I said, the sex! Do you realize that Ded and I abstained from sex for almost two months before we finally succumbed? And you know what finally did us in? Slow dancing. Yup that slow dancing, swaying to the music, body against body, moving together to music that could melt even the Pope’s resolve. It was starting out to be another one of those disastrous days. We’d been dating now, like I said earlier, for almost 2 months, just a few days shy. Oded had been in New York for a few days, and I was to pick him up at the airport. First off, let me tell you something. I hate LAX! I do, I really, really do, and for me to endure the torture of going to that hellhole they called an airport, you know I had to be in love. **sigh** Something else you should know is that by then, Ded’s confidence level in our relationship was finally grounded. We spent a lot of time talking when we were together, learning each other’s secrets and dreams. Really, it’s the only thing you can do when you aren’t having a physical relationship. It’s the reason I’m glad we took things as slow as we did; it gave us both a chance to learn things that might have taken longer to learn when one is distracted with sex. And I knew that once the sex started between us . . . well, there wouldn’t be much time left for talking. <grin> So anyway, Oded called me the night before to make sure I had all the correct flight information. I wrote it all down, even repeated it back to him, so that absolutely nothing could go wrong . . . as usual it did. Number one thing that went wrong: I was late. Traffic was a royal bitch and the curse of all curses happened - I had a flat tire on the freeway. I wanted to cry. So I got AAA on the line and they buzzed on over and changed my tire for me. Not that I don’t know how, mind you, but damn if I wanted to show up at the airport to greet Ded looking dirty and greasy. So I sat and waited . . . for a frickin hour! So I guess that means they didn’t just buzz on over, huh? So, I get to the airport late. Rush over to the gate where his plane was to have landed and nothing. No plane, no Ded, nothing. Number two thing that went wrong! I asked the airline attendant about the flight and she said, “Oh, I’m sorry that flight was cancelled.” Cancelled? So what the hell does that mean? Were the people cancelled as well? “Could you tell me what happened to one of the passengers that was booked for that flight?” “Which passenger was that, ma’am?” “Oded Fehr?” The attendant typed in some information on her computer and then looked up at me. “I’m sorry, but his information is classified.” Oh for Christsakes! I didn’t know what I wanted to do more, beat my head on the counter, or hers. So I did neither, knowing that it would either hurt me or get me thrown in jail. So I pulled out my handy dandy cell phone and called Ded’s cell phone. Nothing. No connection. So much for handy dandy! Frustrated, I plopped down in a chair and worked at not letting the situation get to me. What to do, what to do? Why hadn’t he called me? Okay, so I started to get a bit annoyed when that thought flittered into my head. Why hadn’t he called me?? Two hours later, I still sat in that chair. Yes, that’s right, I sat in that chair for two hours. I didn’t want to move. Hell, I was afraid to move! Then my cell phone chirped at me, scaring the crap out of me. “Hello?” “Hey babydoll.” His sweet voice came through the phone line. He sounded so tired and frustrated, I couldn’t hold on to my anger. “Hey,” I answered softly. “I’m sorry, T.” “Where are you?” “Here at LAX,” he answered. I sat up. “You are?” I asked, surprised. “Where at?” “At the American Airlines terminal.” I glanced around; I was at United, which had been the airline he was supposed to have come in on. No telling how far away American was. Probably on the other side of the frickin airport, knowing my luck. “I’m at United.” “You’re here?” I could hear the surprise in his voice. “Where did you think I’d be, Ded?” “I don’t know. I just figured you would have left by now.” “I wouldn’t do that, not until I heard from you,” I answered with a sigh. “Ah hell, babe, I’m so sorry.” By now I was up and moving through the airport looking around for American Airlines. “Where exactly are you at?” I asked as I headed in the direction of all the arrows that pointed out American Airlines. He sighed heavily. “I’m at gate 5.” “Okay, be there in a sec.” I disconnected the call and made my way through the airport, trying to get my emotions back under control. I had missed him like crazy, and I knew that none of this was his fault. I spotted him a few minutes later, leaning against a back wall away from the throng of people. One of the conveniences with the new look was that people didn’t recognize him as quickly, so for the moment he could move through with relatively little notice. I stopped and stared at him for a moment, just drinking in the sight of him. He was dressed casually in jeans, a light blue shirt and a beige jacket. I smiled, remembering he got cold easily. I also frowned at the fact that he still wasn’t tucking his shirt in. I won’t mention how many times we have discussed THAT particular topic. He looked tired though, like he’d had a long, rough day. And I imagined that he had; his flight was originally supposed to have arrived at 6 p.m. It was now after 8 p.m. I moved through the crowds and was nearly beside him, and he didn’t notice. He was looking out the window at the fading sunlight. His thoughts looked far away from here. “Hey good-lookin’. You need a lift?” I could see the smile forming on his face as he turned towards me. “You always pick up total strangers?” “Only if they give me a kiss,” I teased. His eyes sparked at me. “Well then, come here.” He bent his head as I rose up on my toes and our lips met somewhere in the middle. I heard a sigh, and I wasn’t sure if it had come from him or me. Probably both, I mused. Oh my god, the dam wanted to break forth! I knew that one of us had to be sensible; after all, we were in an airport for godsakes! Oh but it felt so good to be kissing him. My well had run dry and needed refilling. We broke apart and continued to just stand there, gazing at each other. “I really needed that,” he finally said softly. “Me too.” “Let’s get out of here.” “Okay,” I answered, and we headed out of the airport. The only luggage he had was a carry on, so we were to my car in no time. On the way to his house, he told me of his flight trouble and I told him about the flat tire. He sighed, closing his eyes tight, his head falling back against the headrest. “You okay?” I asked. “Yeah, it just bothers me that you had to go through that.” “Those things happen, honey,” I answered and reached for his hand. His hand closed on mine, and he brought it up to his lips and placed a kiss in the middle of my palm. It was almost 9:30 by the time we reached his house. “Can you come in for a bit?” I hesitated for just a moment, but his eyes pleaded with me. He needed me, so I nodded. “Yeah, I can for a bit.” He flashed me that megawatt smile and I nearly fell on my face getting out of the car. Obviously even after two months of dating I hadn’t gotten over that affliction. Inside his house, Ded took his bag to his room and dumped it on the floor. He returned to me in the den and without preamble, took me in his arms and kissed me like we had both wanted to do at the airport. I sagged against him with a moan, my arms wrapping around his neck. He pulled me hard against him, his arms sliding around my waist to hold me close. His tongue thrust into my mouth and I welcomed it greedily. The prickles of his goatee brushing against my chin, my cheeks, in a sweet chaffing that I would gladly live through over and over to be able to taste from that fresh clear water. “God, I missed you,” he whispered against my mouth, then trailed kisses down my throat to nip at my collarbone. My head rolled to the side to give him better access as I moaned again. His hands slid up my back, pressing me into him as his lips whispered across my skin. It was getting harder and harder for us to pull away. I could feel his growing arousal pressing against me, and I had this incredible urge to set it free. I kept my arms locked around his neck as his hands glided across my back to my sides. They glided up and his thumbs brushed in a light caress over the outer swell of my breasts, causing my nipples to harden immediately. I breathed in sharply and pressed closer to him, inhaling that unique scent that I always associated with him. With a reluctant grown, he pulled away from me and I staggered slightly. He smiled knowingly as he helped me steady myself. Ever the gentleman! “Can I get you something to drink?” I smiled, knowing he was asking to distract us from our current discomfort. “Sure, a glass of water would be great.” “Okay,” he smiled back, taking a deep breath. “Why don’t you put some music on and I’ll go get it.” I nodded and watched him walk away a bit stiffly. I giggled. God, I was a mess; he had me giggling now! I turned towards the stereo and turned it on. I quickly found an easy listening station, and I closed my eyes as one of my favorite songs began to play. “I never needed love, like I need you, And I never lived for nobody, but I live for you. Oooo babe, lost in love is what I feel When I’m with you . . .” I stepped back from the stereo unit and began to sway with the song. I never heard Ded come back into the den until I felt his arms circle my waist from behind, the warmth of his body against mine as we beginning to sway with the music. “Maybe it’s the way you touch me, With the warmth of the sun. Maybe it’s the way you smile And I come all undone. Oooo babe, lost in love is what I feel When I’m with you . . .” I sighed heavily as I leaned back against him, the song taking all my thoughts and feelings that I had for Oded and putting them into words. His hands were warm on my stomach as they found their way beneath my blouse, as we gently swayed in tune with each other. Baby, oooo I get chills when I’m with you, Oh, baby, my world stands still when I’m with you. When I’m with you.” Oded’s hands suddenly came up to cover my breasts. His breath was heavy in my ear as his lips pressed against the side of my face. I sucked in air through my nose, filling my lungs, the very act of it pushing my breasts further into his hands. Heat pooled between my legs as I felt his erection pressing against my bottom. This was it. I knew right then that we had reached our limit, and we were crossing the line into new territory. “Teleah,” he breathed against my ear. “I need you!” I groaned, pushing back against him, trying to communicate my need for him as well, since speech had left me. My right hand came up to cup the back of his head as I turned mine to meet his lips in a devastatingly hungry kiss. His hands tightened gently over my breast as they swelled under his attention. Oh god, I thought I would die right then. “I never cared for nobody, Like I care for you. And I never wanted to share the things I’ll share with you. Oooo babe, lost in love is what I feel When I’m with you.” Suddenly Ded turned me to face him and crushed me against his hard body. He still moved to the music as my arms wrapped around his waist. His mouth found mine again, and he continued the assault he had begun moments ago. “Baby, oooo I get chills when I’m with you, Oh, baby, my world stands still when I’m with you. Baby, oooo I get chills when I’m with you, Oh, baby, my world stands still when I’m with you. When I’m with you, when I’m with you . . . .” Now, I mentioned before that Ded and I had many discussions on the pros and cons of tucking his shirt in. Up till then I was an avid believer of the old “tuck it in” school, but as the song ended, I found a reason to discount that belief. My hands easily found their way under his shirt to spread out over his back. His skin was warm and soft and hard muscle and I knew right then and there that I would never, EVER ask him to tuck his shirt in again. Suddenly I felt myself being lifted up as Ded bent and caught his arm around the back of my legs. He easily swung me up in his arms, barely breaking the kiss. Carefully, but quickly, he made his way to his bedroom, and I found myself being laid on his bed. I didn’t want to be separated from him for a moment, and I reached for him as he started to pull away. He chuckled softly at my eagerness. “I see I have unleashed the tigress.” “Where do you think you are going?” I somehow managed to ask. He grinned. “To remove my clothes?” “Hurry up, then!” I laughed and sat up to unbutton my blouse. I barely had my pants down over my hips when he was back, forcing me onto my back. His hands took over for me removing my pants, and I heard them hit the floor along with my panties. “Oh god,” he whispered as he bent over and placed a kiss on my bellybutton. “I knew you would be beautiful, T, but you take my breath away!” His dark gaze moved over my breasts, down my stomach to rest on the dark patch of curls between my legs. OH WOW! I was a hormonal mess. I wanted to see him too, but he was bent over me in such a way that I couldn’t get a good look. I wanted to touch him; I wanted him to touch me. Oh god, oh god, oh god! His hand came up to flatten on my stomach and I quivered beneath it. Oh how I ached, I ached between my legs and my breasts ached too! “Oded,” I breathed heavily. “Please, I want to see you too, to touch you!” He groaned as he moved up the length of me and stretched out beside me. I turned to face him and rose up slightly so I could look my fill. I swooned. Yes, I swooned! Oh damn, damn, damn! He was so beautiful it hurt to look at him. I reached out a tentative hand and touched his chest. I saw his nostrils flare as he sucked air in through them. His jaw tightened, and I knew he was controlling the urge to jump me. Such discipline, I tell ya! I let my hand glide across his well-defined chest, feeling the contrast of his hard muscles and soft skin. My fingers grazed across his ribs and I saw him jump. I smiled. “Don’t even think about it,” he warned. “Too late!” I grinned and my fingers dug into his ribs, tickling him. His laughter filled the room as he quickly moved to trap my hands with his and forced them back against the mattress. His body moved to cover mine, to pin me down. “That will be enough of that, young lady!” I smiled innocently up at him, but I wasn’t feeling very innocent at that moment. I could feel his hard sex pressing against my leg, and I was feeling very wicked with the desire to have it buried inside me. I gave him my best pouty look. “But I’m not finished looking and touching,” I teased. “You are now,” he growled, and his mouth closed over mine. I squirmed beneath him, aching for the feel of his hardness inside me. He left a trail of kisses down my neck and suddenly his hot mouth found my breasts. OH GOD! I gasped as I felt the warmth of his mouth close around my already hardened nipple. The velvety softness of his tongue curled around it to draw it deep. He suckled hard, and I cried out at the pleasure it invoked in me. I felt like a live wire and he was feeding me electrical currents that arced from my breasts to pool in a quivering mass between my legs. He suddenly moved and switched to the other breast, and the current intensified. Suddenly he released my breast and continued downward, his tongue trailing across my skin with occasional nips and kisses. My hands reached out to clutch at his dark hair, the short wisps easily avoiding my grasp. I cursed softly, wishing at that moment that he still had the longer hair so that I could yank him back up. He glanced up at me at that moment as if he could read my mind and grinned. He had settled his large frame between my legs and had spread them wide. “You will pay for this,” I threatened half-heartedly, then gasped when I felt the warmth of his tongue stroke my most sensitive area. The electrical current was back, only it had a direct connection now. “Oh god, Ded!” My hips arched up of their own accord as his hands glided underneath to squeeze my buttocks and to get a good hold. I bucked beneath his ministrations as his mouth and tongue plundered my honeyed chamber . . . honeyed chamber? Where the hell did that come from? Oh but I was losing it quickly. I could feel my release clawing its way free, winding me up tight as a guitar string. Oh and Ded can play guitar too, but that’s a whole other story. Just as I thought I might shatter, he released me, moving quickly up to settle over me. My legs spread wide to take him in as my arms opened up to wrap around him. His mouth came down hard on mine, forcing his tongue into my mouth. I could taste my essence on his tongue and it sent me over the edge as he thrust his hard length deep inside me. My body contracted around him as he slid deep inside me. I thrust my hips up to meet him as he immediately set a fast pace. His face was now buried in the crook of my neck, his hot breath coming out in bursts as he thrust in, pulled out and thrust in hard again. My climax rippled through my body, sucking him in deeper as he lost control and spilled his seed deep inside my womb. “Teleah,” he groaned into my ear as his climax froze him above me. Then just as suddenly, he collapsed on top of me. My arms and legs wrapped protectively around him as he tried to regain some control. My fingers stroked his damp back as we lay there quietly taking in what had just happened. Finally Oded rose up on his elbows and looked down at me. His gaze was tender and loving. His kissed me gently. “I love you, Teleah.” I sighed happily. “I love you too, Ded!” And so well, that was our first time together. Damn, I’m all excited now remembering it. Hmmm, I think Ded’s talking to one of his buddies on the phone. Heh heh heh, off I go. Until next time . . . |
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