Nectar

Chapter 3

He awoke a few hours later, almost afraid to open his eyes, afraid that it had all been a dream, or worse, that she had already left. With a deep breath, he rolled and opened his eyes in the same moment; she was still there. She was curled on her side, with her back exposed to him, the sheet draped over the curve of her hip. He watched her sleep for a long moment, then leaned into kiss the swell of her shoulder blade. She stirred and rolled to face him.

"Morning, Lee." She purred, sending a shiver straight to his hardening cock. She reached beneath the blankets and took him in hand. She smiled when he groaned lightly, and ran her tongue along the edge of his ear. "You like that?" She blew lightly on the trail she left, causing his breath to hitch. Slowly, methodically he brushed his thumbs against the pink skin of her nipples, until she was breathing his name in his ear with each exhalation; praising him, begging him to go further. His hands slid down from her breasts; over the smooth pale skin of her stomach and rested on her hips, easing her onto her back in the tangle of sheets and blankets of his bed. Gently, he parted her with his finger and began to stroke the soft, sensitive flesh of her core. She lifted her hips to meet his ministrations, prompting him to massage her wet heat more deeply. He rolled her nub deftly between his fingers, until she broke in powerful waves under his hand. She pulled him to her in a deep kiss, twining her fingers through his rumpled hair. Wordlessly, they shifted, until she straddled his lap and she lowered herself onto him. As she enveloped him in her heat, he wrapped his arms tightly around her. This time, they both kept eyes open as they rocked together, a tangle of arms and legs and souls.

When they finally pulled apart, she took his face in her hands and kissed him soundly.

"I have to go, Lee." She tried to wiggle away from his arm, but he pulled her into his chest.

"No, you don't." He kissed a line along her neck. "You want to stay." He glanced over her shoulder at the clock on his nightstand. "It's six o'clock on a Sunday evening. Where do you need to be?" Gently, he insinuated his thigh between hers and slid his hands down her back to cradle her ass. She purred as he coaxed her hips to roll deeper against him. The heat and friction soon had his body responding, as well, and as her climax neared she shifted to take him deep inside her. She rose to her knees above him, allowing him a full view of her body. He grazed his fingertips along her stomach, and cupped her breasts as the flush of her orgasm spread across her pale skin. As the waves began to wash through her, she pressed her hand against her center, and the sight of her, combined with the intensity of her contracting around him, brought him over the edge quickly. She fell to the bed and lay next to him, draping an arm over his chest.

"You play dirty," she laughed.

He chuckled lightly. "You hungry?"

"Starving."

They rolled out of the bed and he found her a pair of sweats and a t-shirt. He grabbed a pair of boxers and a tank for himself. After they dressed she followed him down the stairs and around the corner to the kitchen. He pulled two beers from the fridge and uncapped them, pouring them into frosted glasses from the freezer. Kara sipped her beer and licked the foam from her lip, grinning at him.

"What's for dinner?" She peered over his shoulder as he gathered ingredients, wrapped an arm around his hip and slid her fingers just under the waistband of his boxers, lightly stroking the skin underneath. Pressing her breasts into his back, she whispered into his ear. "I know what's for dessert." He shivered lightly, but his look was playful when he turned to face her.

"Steak. These all need cleaned and chopped." He kissed her lightly on her bottom lip and handed her a handful of fresh vegetables. "I grew them myself, you know." He winked at her and turned back to the fridge. She laughed and turned to the sink.

"Gods, Lee, you are the man for all seasons, aren't you. Grow your own vegetables, run your own bar, make your own furniture…. "

"I can cook, too. And fly a viper." He grinned across the kitchen at her and she returned it with one of her own, before grabbing a kitchen towel and swatting him with it. "Chop, chop, woman. Those veggies aren't going to clean themselves." She rolled her eyes and turned back to the sink with a chuckle. He began searing the meat and they worked in a comfortable silence for a few moments. Removing the browned meat from the griddle, he poured the drippings into a saucepan and added red wine and a handful of herbs. Kara finished cleaning and chopping the vegetables and stood behind him as he stirred the glaze over the heat of the stove.

"That smells so good, Lee." She nuzzled briefly at his neck and nibbled an earlobe lightly. She wrapped her arms around him and leaned slightly against his back. "This is nice. Really nice."

He turned his head to the side and kissed her hair, closing his eyes and inhaling, hoping to remember the way she smelled long after the night was over. "I know," he replied quietly, leaning his head against hers. She squeezed him gently in return, and he felt her heart pounding against his back. With a kiss to his shoulder, she broke away and turned to the stack of chopped vegetables on the counter. "There's a casserole dish in the cabinet under the island. Toss those in there, drizzle them with oil and some salt and pepper." Kara followed his instructions as the glaze reduced, and he was pouring it over the meat as she finished. Lee slid both dishes into the hot oven, set the timer and turned to her with a smile.

"How long do we have?" she asked him, eyebrow raised and with a twinkle in her eye. His body instantly betrayed itself through the thin cotton fabric of his boxers.

"Uh, 35 minutes," he replied with a sheepish grin, leaning back against the counter with his arms crossed over his chest.

"Perfect," she purred, crossing the kitchen to stand in front of him. "Plenty of time." Her hands slid under his shirt and stroked the taut muscles of his chest. Entwining her fingers in the fine hairs of his chest, she leaned up to kiss him deeply. She traced his upper lip with the tip of her tongue until he moaned lightly. With a chuckle deep in her throat, she pulled his tank over his head and she began working her hands and mouth down his body, pausing to lick and explore the hollow of his collarbone, the lines between the muscles of his stomach, the rise of his hip bone. She hooked her thumbs in the waistband of his shorts and pulled them smoothly down over his hips, until they puddled on the floor. She explored him first with her hands, touching and stroking until he felt he it would be physically impossible for him to be more aroused, and then she took him into her mouth and proved him wrong. Rapidly, she nursed his release from him, until he weakly leaned against the counter, breathing hard and saying her name like a prayer. She rose and kissed his neck before excusing herself. He remained braced against the cabinet for a moment, catching his breath before he dressed and checked the food. He was sitting at the island, nursing his beer when she returned and slid onto the stool next to his.

"I missed you, Kara." He rolled his glass back and forth in his hands. He glanced up at her and searched her face.

"I missed you, too, Lee." Her face crumpled for a second and he reached out to cup her face. She turned her head and kissed his palm

"Please don't go away again."

"I don't think I could if I tried."

Their foreheads touched, and they stayed that way until the kitchen timer rang.

The End