|Food for Thought
Author: midnight inspiration PM
While Vianne tries to recuperate from a terrible cold, Roux has an idea to help her feel better.Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Humor - Chapters: 3 - Words: 2,078 - Reviews: 10 - Favs: 21 - Published: 12-26-08 - Status: Complete - id: 4745552
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Vianne threw her head back against the pillow as his mouth crashed against hers. He deepened the kiss, slipping his tongue into her mouth, and she moaned, kissing him back with as much energy as she could.
Roux's kisses were always enough to stop her breathing, but this time, she could actually feel herself loosing consciousness as he continued to kiss her. Reluctantly, she pulled away, gasping for air, and he grinned.
"Maybe you were right," he said, "that chocolate did taste good."
She laughed, feeling a cough building up again, and turned her head before she coughed in his face.
"Shit!" she exclaimed, "I just gave you my cold."
"It was worth it," he replied with another Cheshire grin.
She captured his mouth with hers again, letting her hands rest on his shoulders, then his chest, feeling the expanse of tanned muscle beneath her hands. He groaned, allowing his hands to travel up and down her body again, more fervently than before.
She quickly undid the buttons on his shirt, casting it aside, and grabbed the bottom of his undershirt and pulled it over his head. She ran her hands down his smooth back, loving the feeling of his skin beneath her fingers.
Under the sheets it was almost too hot for them to handle, but she couldn't think clearly enough to force herself out of the warmth. She grabbed his shoulders and clambered on top of him, tangling herself in the sheets, but she could care less. The clearly defined muscle of his chest looked too damn inviting.
He quickly pulled down the zipper of her nightgown, pushing it down her body, grazing her butt and making her head swim once again.
"You are absolutely beautiful," he whispered, his Irish accent making each word roll off his tongue so perfectly.
"So are you." she replied, "Well, not beautiful, but-"
"Thank you." he said, pushing his hips up to meet her where she straddled him, "but honestly, I can't stand this any longer, can we please-"
"Of course." she said with a playful grin, "but it's too hot under here."
He threw her back, the cold of the air around them making them both shiver as they Roux lay on top of her again, reaching for the clasp of her bra and sliding it off her shoulders. He lowered his head, kissing her breasts, making her throw back her head again. Breathing heavily, he lifted his head up to her again and kissed her even deeper than before, slanting his mouth across hers while she reached for the button of his pants.
It was dangerous, it was passionate, and she couldn't stand it any longer either.
"God, I'm so sorry," she whispered, her voice so low it made him want her even more. "But now I'm too cold again."
He smiled, his breathing laboured, but his eyes more alive than ever.
"That's alright," he said, pulling away and getting back under the covers.
She did the same, nestling into the warmth of the bed, sighing at how good it felt with his arms around her.
He pulled the covers up over them and moved on top of her again. She moved her hands to the button of his pants again, this time successfully sliding them down his muscular legs. Within minutes they were both completely naked, and both realizing just how much they needed each other.
She smiled up at him, and he smiled back before lowering his mouth to hers, entering her, filling her completely while moving slowly and with as much passion as he could muster, trying to draw out the feeling –
"Maman, I have your water!" Anouk exclaimed as she climbed the stairs.
"And she helped me make some more truffles that you can actually taste." added Josephine, following closely behind her.
Vianne realized all too late to whom the voices belonged that she heard outside the door, Roux had left it open! Crap! She tried to pull away, but he moaned in displeasure, burying his face in her shoulder and continuing to move against her.
"Maman?" asked Anouk, stepping into the room, before her eyes went wide with shock at what she was seeing. She dropped the glass, which shattered on the floor with a large crash that startled Roux and made him jump away all too late.
"Anouk, what hap-" asked Josephine, turning the corner and entering the room too, only to see why the girl had been so shocked.
Vianne ducked further under the covers to hide, but Roux was too startled to react, her red lipstick smudged all around his mouth and his hair falling untidily out of its ponytail. He tried to grab the sheets and cover his bare chest, but it was too late.
His chest alone was good enough reason for Vianne to fall in love with him, thought Josephine decidedly.
Vianne was dying of embarrassment already without Josephine bursting out into unstoppable laughter as she attempted to pick up the pieces of glass, and Anouk hurriedly ran out of the room.
Josephine stood, pieces of broken glass in her hand as Vianne sheepishly stuck her head out from under the covers.
"I brought you chocolate," said Josephine, "Some cocoa nips too. But it appears you don't need them" she lowered her voice, "to awaken the passion."
Roux groaned and flopped down against the pillow again, as Vianne shooed a maniacally laughing Josephine out of the room.
"How are you feeling?" he asked awkwardly, as she huddled against his chest again.
"Fine, I feel fine." she assured him, "it's a good thing Anouk didn't see everything."
"Oh Lord," he agreed, laughing despite the embarrassment. "I would've died."
Vianne looked up, her eyes serious, and she lifted herself above him. He gave out a long shuddering moan as she fell onto him again. "It's a good thing she's gone, then. Because I'm not done with you yet."
She moved against him with wild, reckless abandon.
The passion certainly had been awakened.