Archive-name: SpecMome/bedtime.mf
Archive-author: anonymous
Archive-title: Bedtime


At last, we're alone.  Ever since your return, we've been
surrounded.  Your friends, my friends, our friends.  All
day long, I've been looking at you.  Relearning the way
you look, the way you move.  Wanting to have you to myself
as soon as possible.  Well, now it's possible.  We've seen
everyone off, and it's bedtime.  So now, behind three sets
of closed doors, we are alone.  

We stand by the bed on the cold hardwood floor.  I turn
off the light and look at you in the cool moonglow
streaming through the windows.  I've never told you how
wonderful you look in your nightclothes, even though
you're only wearing a t-shirt and sweats, the same as me.
I think you can tell from the look in my eyes how much I
love you, how much I've missed having you with me.

We move to each other, and my arms wrap around you as
yours encircle me.  We stand, unmoving, feeling each
other's warmth, glorying in having something substantial
to hold on to.  No more dream-hugs, waking to find my arms
clenched tightly across my chest.  Now my arms are around
you, and I know that you'll still be here in the morning.

We move apart, ever so slightly, and look into each
other's eyes.  Our faces move closer, and our lips meet
for the first time in what seems like years.  We kiss
tenderly, then firmly, our passion restrained, then
wanton.  Your lower lip quivers as i run my tongue along
it, then you follow suit, licking my lips as I taste you
again, for the first time.

I move my lips across your cheek, nibbling at your flesh,
approaching your ear.  I reach it, and whisper what I've
wanted to scream out loud this whole day long:

                    "I love you."

The words, and the rush of air accompanying them, cause a
wave to flow over you.  I hold you as your body trembles.
You hold me tighter and tighter still.  Still we stand,
together and in love.

Your hands loosen their grip on my body and I feel them
traveling up and down my back, your fingertips playing
across the back of my shirt.  I do the same for you,
rubbing your muscles through the cotton. Muscles sore from
travel and heavy baggage begin to loosen as we rub each
other, pressing our bodies together, kissing, then
hugging, then rubbing some more.

I run a fingertip along the collar of your shirt, lightly
touching your skin.  Your breath catches in your throat.

I lightly kiss your cheeks, your forehead, your lips, 
then pull back to look at your face.  Your eyes sparkle as
you smile at me.  I feel warmed inside, and smile back.

Your hands slide under my shirt and across my back.  I
feel your fingers dancing lightly on my skin, and I shiver
through the heat that builds within me.

My hands find their way under your shirt and around your
waist as you link your fingers and drop your hands to the
small of my back.  We hold each other tightly again,
pressing our bodies together at the hips as your mouth
seeks mine.

You kiss my lips, my cheek, my temple.  I move my face
past yours and press it into your hair.  I breathe deeply,
and you feel the air of the room moving across your scalp
as I inhale.  Your skin tingles.

My hands move up your back as I move my head, first
to kiss you, then out of the way as I lift your shirt
higher.  The night air is cool on your back, my hands
warm as they move across your skin.

You raise your arms above your head, and I pull your shirt
over your head, leaving it hanging between your arms as I
move my hands back down, caressing your torso with my
palms, rubbing your skin to keep it warm.  The warmth
spreads from your torso to the rest of you, and you
feel a heat begin to grow in that part of your body which
remains covered.

I pull your shirt from your arms and you lower them, then
remove my shirt, running your nails up my back as you do
so.  You wrap your arms around me and pull me with you
onto the bed.

You lie on your back, your arms over your head.  I nibble
at your lips, then down your chin, your neck, your chest.
I lick at your nipples, feeling them tighten and harden
beneath my tongue.  I continue nibbling down your body,
feeling your muscles tense as I near the border of your
sweats.

I cross that border, staying outside the soft material.
I nibble at the dim outline of what lies inside, an
immeasurably small distance from my lips.  Your legs
spread as you draw your knees up on either side of me.
My breath warms you through your sweats.  You pull me
up to face you, and we kiss, deep and long.

Your hand slides down and up my back, and I lean into the
sensation, exposing my chest.  Your other hand strokes me
there, tracing a line from my neck downward.  I feel an
electric sensation run through my nerves as your hand
crosses my belly.

You flex your fingers to lift the waistband of my sweats,
then slide your hand inside.  I go rigid as your fingers
brush against against me, then relax as you rub and
stroke.

You run your hand down the inside of my thigh, then
scratch upward, snickering at my shivering intake of
breath.  Your hand moves back up my chest and behind my
neck, pulling my face down to yours.  We kiss again,
knowing that we have plenty of time together.

You roll onto your side, facing me.  We hold each
other tightly, pressing our faces and bodies together.  
I reach up with one hand to rub the base of your neck,
then trail two fingers in a peace sign down your back,
bridging your spinal ridge. 

Your arms tighten around me.  You roll on top of me, then
snake down my body, stopping at the edge of my sweats.
You slowly pull the waistband down and lick across the
flesh you've revealed.  I arch my back, trying to get
closer to your tongue, and you take the opportunity to
pull my sweats past my hips.  You move downward with them,
alternately pulling them down between and outside my legs.

Starting at my feet, you kiss your way back up my legs.
First outside on one, then inside, then outside on the
other, moving slowly upward.  You come to rest with your
mouth between my legs, and pant for effect.  I feel the
pulses of air on my flesh, and answering pulses inside my
body. 

I look down my body at you.  You meet my gaze, then lick
your lips and smile.  I shiver and lean back, waiting for
contact, not knowing precisely when it will occur.

Your lips touch my inner thighs, left, then right, and I
feel your tongue licking upward each time.  I yearn to
feel your touch between them.  I do feel it.  Your tongue
moves in broad strokes, moistening my flesh.  Then you
firmly lick my most sensitive area, causing a quiet sigh
to escape my lips.

You reach up and drag your nails down my sides, feeling my
muscles tighten near your mouth.  You continue to lick and
nibble at my flesh, concentrating on areas that pleasure
me slowly.  I begin to lose my senses, lost in the
pleasure you're creating.  I notice sensations all over my
body, then realize that you are moving, covering my form 
with your own.

You rub your closed lips across mine, then open them,
your tongue delving into my mouth as mine enters yours.
My senses begin to return to me.  I slide out from under
you and sit up, leaving you lying on your front.

I straddle your shoulders, facing your feet.  My hands
massage your back firmly, moving toward your hips.  I
bend my body forward.  You press against the bed as I
bury my face between your legs, feeling the soft
material of your sweats caressing my face.  You feel my
warm breath spreading through the fabric, heating your
skin.  I push myself up and begin to remove your last
piece of clothing.  You're not co-operating.  I reach
under your body and tickle your abdomen, causing you to
arch up, off the bed.  I quickly push your sweats past
your hips, down your legs, and over your feet, lying
full on top of you until the aftershocks of the tickling
have subsided.

I hold your ankles in place on the bed while licking at
the backs of your knees, then your thighs.  You shiver
with anticipation, not knowing when or where my next
kiss will land.  I push myself back up along your body
and plant a kiss on each buttock, then lick quickly
along the cleft between.

You turn half over beneath me (as expected), causing me
to fall to my side, facing you.  I set my face between
your legs and breathe in deeply through my nose,
enjoying your rich scent.  You feel the quick cooling
there and reach out to grab my legs, holding them to
your torso.  I begin nibbling at your flesh, sliding my
lower hand around your waist and using the other to hold
your hips in place in front of me.

Your breathing quickens as I moisten my lips and slide
them along your flesh.  My tongue flicks in and out of
my mouth, wetting and warming you.  I begin to knead
your buttocks while continuing to drag my mouth across
your flesh.

As you become somewhat accustomed to the pleasurable
sensations you are receiving, you realize your
position.  You push my legs apart and tickle my inner
thigh.  Feeling this, I lap at you with renewed
enthusiasm.

You rest your face between my legs and moan
contentedly, lips pressed to my flesh.  The unexpected
vibration causes me to pull you closer to me and
swallow convulsively, creating a tight seal and drawing
your flesh into my mouth.  You bare your teeth and rake
them along my thigh.  I nip your skin gently, reminding
you what teeth can do, when properly applied.

We settle into a rhythm together, each giving and
receiving great pleasure.  I feel what I'm doing
reflected on myself, which prompts me to play even more
enthusiastically.  Your muscles stiffen as you near
release, and you lean your head back, moving your hands
on me as you concentrate on the sensations flowing
through you.

I caress your moist flesh with my tongue, my fingers,
the inside of my mouth, my nails, my lips, anything I
can bring into contact with you.  I drag my lips across
your skin, opening my mouth wide to cover as much of you
as possible, then closing it to nibble and nip.

Your breath, formerly held, escapes with your release.
You pant while your body shakes convulsively.  I slow my
ministrations, kissing and caressing you carefully,
lovingly.

As your hands continue to stroke me, I feel my own
tensions building to a climax and hug your body
tightly.  Recovering, you replace your hands with your
mouth, feverishly working your tongue and jaw, pressing
them to my flesh.  My right hand slides down your back
to hold your head to me.  My hips move against your face
as you continue pleasuring me with your lips and tongue.

After a time, we both lie quietly, warm breath caressing
each other where our mouths formerly played.  My hands
move lazily over your back and thighs, and I feel you
kissing me lightly from time to time.  I sit up and
manage to arrange the covers over us.  We look into each
other's eyes and smile, then kiss.  We drape our arms
over each other, hug tightly for a moment, then drift
slowly off to sleep.
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