His rifle still needed to be cleaned, and Tim had settled into the dining room to finish it. From the creaking of the back door, he knew she was outside, and after peeking through the windows to make sure she was fine, he went back to his rifle. The routine soothed him, calming his nerves, and as he left his thoughts wander, they went to Melissa. Earlier she had been accepted by the people that meant the most to him, she had been able to calm him down when few could, she was independent enough to argue with him, but listened to reason when he needed her to. She trusted him, enough to keep her safe.
As he had mulled over his thoughts, he reassembled his rifle, and after putting it back in its case, left it sitting on the table. Stopping for a beer, he made his way to his living room, past the spot where his new painting was leaning against the wall, waiting to be hung, watching Melissa through the windows. She was deep in thought, her brow furrowed, pastels spread out on the table around her, her fingers tracing over the paper, lighting smudging the colors. A smear of purple rode on her cheekbone, and blues were smeared across her fingers, the effect utterly charming, and Tim smiled, leaning against the windowsill as he continued to watch her.
Melissa chewed on her lower lip, deep in thought, before putting the pastel she was holding down, and leaning back. Heaving a sigh, she flipped the sketchbook shut, and started to put away the pastels, tucking them neatly into place. As she cleaned up, she heard soft footsteps, and looked up to find Tim standing in front of her, grinning at her. Gently he rubbed his roughened fingers over her cheek, rubbing the pastel off, before leaning forward to kiss her forehead. Her arms curled around his waist, and she leaned into his shoulder, heaving a sigh.
"Movie? I've got junk food in the kitchen, we could have a movie night", Tim looked up, the sky was just darkening with evening, and suddenly he wanted to snuggle with Melissa on the couch, letting a movie keep his mind occupied.
"You've got brownies to finish too" she grinned against his shoulder, leaning into him, smudges from one cheek smearing pastel across his shirt.
"See? Everything we need for movies", Tim drops his head, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. He is aware that Melissa is pulling tenderness out of him, pulling emotions that he keeps carefully in check, out, little by little. But her presence in his life, a life that has always been lonely, is balm to his wounded soul, and for more of her, he will give up the emotions he keeps so carefully locked away. Even if he can only let those emotions out a little at a time, "Do I get a peek?"
Melissa leans back, following his gaze to her sketchbook, and she shakes her head no, the move sending her hair falling into her eyes, "Not until I'm done. And I'm not there yet."
Curiosity gleams in Tim's dark blue eyes for a moment, but he nods to her words, "If I don't get to see what you're working on, I get to pick the movie."
"Deal", she pulled away, gathering up her art supplies, and walking back into the living room. She had taken Tim at his word, and in front of the wide bank of windows sat the art supplies she had brought, all spread out across the window seat. While Melissa puts her sketchbook and pastels up, he moves, walking over to the DVDS he has tucked into the entertainment center, eyes dark blue eyes wandering over the alphabetically arranged titles.
From the kitchen, he hears the microwave start, and within a few seconds, the smell of popcorn is drifting through the house. Melissa emerges from the bedroom, dressed in a pair of pink pajama shorts so short Tim realizes he can see the curves of her behind, and a matching tank top. Movie forgotten, he follows her into the kitchen with the grace of a predator, catching her at the microwave, and tugging her backwards into his arm, "You know, I'm fairly certain those shorts are illegal."
"They're comfy", she smiles over her shoulder at him, lifting one shoulder in a shrug. While she was changing clothes, she had scrubbed the makeup she put on earlier off. Now, smelling like Noxema, with her freckles showing against her porcelain skin, and wearing pink shorts with sequined hearts on them, she looked more like a teenager than the career-minded, soft-hearted woman she really was.
"And tiny," lending credence to his words, one hand slid down her back, pinching the bare skin visible underneath the hem of her shorts.
A yelp had Tim laughing as Melissa leaned away from him, opening the microwave door and tugging a steaming bag of popcorn from it. While Melissa poured the popcorn into a bowl, Tim grabbed the last of his brownies, and a couple of cold sodas from the fridge, heading into the living room. Within a few minutes, pillows were piled in one arm of the couch, and Tim was propped up against them, lying against him was Melissa, who pulled a blanket over both of them.
"Wouldn't be so cold if you wore actual clothes", without taking his eyes from the screen, the newest James Bond movie starting up, Tim pops the elastic waistband on Melissa's pajama shorts.
For an answer, Melissa shifts, squirming around under the blanket, finally sitting up and leaning towards her toes. At her movements, Tim lifts an eyebrow, leaning forward to peek over her shoulder at her feet, a grin curling his pouty lips when Melissa dangles her pajama shorts from one finger, "Since they seem to bother you so much, I took them off. Now lie back down and watch the movie."
"You just took your shorts off, and you want me to lie down and watch the movie?" still grinning, Tim shakes his head no at her.
"Yes, I want you to lie down and watch the movie. You're comfy", Melissa grins at him, munching on several pieces of popcorn, one slim hand pushing against Tim's muscled chest.
"I'm comfy. Not sexy, not smoldering… comfy", heaving an over-dramatic sigh, Tim goes back to where he was sitting, a pout on his lips.
"I like comfy", fighting back the giggles at his pouty look, Melissa goes back to where she was, lying against his chest.
"Comfy is not sexy", still pouting, Tim shifts until he gets comfortable, despite his words wrapping his arms around Melissa.
"Tim, you have a girl in a t-shirt, and a pair of panties, lying on top of you. The same girl who has been here since Friday, and who will be here until Thursday, is not that proof of your sexiness?" she lifts her dark head up from his chest, pressing a kiss to his jaw line.
"Don't believe you", for a moment, his pout wavers into a smile, before he pouts at her again, although his eyes are twinkling with humor.
"Ooooh, I've caught on. You're trying to get me to proof to you how sexy you are, just so you can see me naked", when she sees Tim's grin, Melissa giggling, shaking her head in mock exasperation at him, "I'm on to you marshal, it's not going to happen."
All the smart-ass remarks Tim has fade away, as he gets an idea. Slowly he slides his hands down her back, in a soothing motion, before grabbing the over-sized shirt in his hands, and tugging it upwards. His movements catch Melissa off guard, and before she knows it, her shirt is balled in his hands, "Guess what Hummingbird?"
"Tim!" Melissa blushes, burrowing further into the blanket, laughing despite her blush, "And what am I supposed to guess?"
"I can see you naked", for proof of his words, he tugs at the edge of the blanket, catching sight of Melissa underneath, the soft curve of a breast visible for his greedy gaze, "I win."
"You cheated", Melissa sticks her tongue out at him, the blanket still wrapped around her slim shoulders.
"I won, there's a difference" smirking, Tim does as Melissa asked earlier, laying back down on the couch, folding his arms above his head, the movement making the muscles bulge.
"No, you cheated", half pouting, half smiling, Melissa stretches back out on Tim, and then sits up, pushing the blanket off of her shoulders, "There is something wrong with this picture."
For a moment, Tim does not answer, his gaze locked on her breasts, and Melissa uses the distraction to pull his shirt up his chest, tugging on his shoulders until Tim gets the idea, and sits up enough for her to tug his shirt off of his head. One small hand lands in the middle of his chest, and she pushes him back onto the pillows, clearly he was not expecting Melissa to lie back down, and when she does just that, he heaves a sigh. But his arms wrap around her naked back, tugging her to his chest.
The movie plays out on the tv, and Tim finds himself unable to focus on it. Just a few minutes after Melissa upped the ante and tugged his shirt off; Tim is restless beneath her, one foot bouncing, his fingers trailing up and down the smooth skin of her back, running up her sides, and over the curves of her breasts, before back down. His blood simmering, his erection pressing hard against the front of his jeans, he continues to run his work-roughened fingers over as much of Melissa's smooth skin as he can, although the feel of her does nothing to relieve the growing pressure in his jeans.
His touch sends chills up and down Melissa's spine, and she lifts her head, a smile on her plump lips, "What's wrong? Not enjoying the movie?"
"Can't concentrate", he smirks back at her, sassing her as she sasses at him, his hands continuing to run up and down her back.
"You started it", she stretches, her body rubbing against his, and drops a light kiss on his cheek. Ever since she tugged his shirt off in retaliation, she knew they would not make it through the movie. Golden warmth started to flow through her veins, warming her, pooling between her thighs, making it almost impossible to stay still as she lay against Tim's chest.
"Christ…" Tim shivers, the fingers of one hand clenching in her dark hair, "And you started it, you took your shorts off."
"You said they were illegal. You're the marshal", her lashes lower to cover her gaze as she tips her head back further. Chills race down her spine, her skin breaking out in goose bumps as he tugs on her hair further, gently, but inexorably taking command of the situation, and her body responds to it quickly.
"You brought them, you put them on, you started it" He grins, leaning forward to trail kisses down the length of her throat, his fingers tightening in her long, silky hair, keeping her head tugged back.
"You were the one bothered by them", even in her pose, submissive to him, she still sasses at him, her words earning her a laugh.
"You bother me Hummingbird" His words are whispered into the shell of her ear, as he moves, kicking the blanket off. The fingers of his free hand run over her cheek, before cupping her chin in his hand, as he lips capture hers.
Melissa's hands run up his arms to his shoulders, and then down his chest, curling the hair on his chest around her fingers as the kiss deepens, her tongue rubbing against his in a provocative rhythm. The hand holding her hair stays where it is, strands of chocolate colored silk wrapped tightly enough around and through his fingers to keep her in place, but Tim's other hand slides from her face, down her side, and back up over her back, and then down her side again, feeling the warmth, the softness of her skin. When his hand reaches her hip, and feels the bow on her hip, he breaks the kiss, shifting her to his side enough to look down.
Riding on the curve of her hip is a pink ribbon, tied in a simple bow, keeping the front and back of her panties together. His fingers pluck at the bow, only to have it come undone, her panties literally falling apart in his hands, and he groans, his head falling back on the pillow, "You were wearing these at Art's?"
"No, a pair just like them" She grins at his look, her slim fingers reaching for the button on his jeans, popping it open and then tugging the zipper down, before slipping inside. Her fingers curl around his hardened length, squeezing it, and is rewarded when Tim groans, his hips jerking up off the couch.
"Christ…" Tim's dark blue eyes fall closed as Melissa starts to stroke his length, running up and down, squeezing gently. The fire is there again, banked by his concerns, by the threat that is Craig Duncan, and by time spent at Art's, but alone, it has roared back to life, and he shoves at her panties, pushing them further down her legs.
Melissa obliges him, lifting her hips enough, and then tugging the ribbon on her other hip, until the bow there gives, and her panties flutter to the couch, leaving her naked. Tim tugs on her hair, until her lips find his once more, his tongue pushing into her mouth and then rubbing against her tongue. He groans into the kiss as her hand starts to speed up, squeezing his cock harder, until finally his hand leaves her hair to curl around her wrist, stopping her hand.
As he stops her, he shifts, rolling her beneath him, and settling in between her thighs, which part easily for him. Already he knows Melissa, knows the subtle tremor that rocks her body, knows the way her body arches to his when his fingers cup her breasts, rolling her already hardened nipples between his fingers, and those calloused fingers shake for a moment.
Melissa's hands roam over his well-built shoulders, down his arms and chest, and then down his sides, to the waistband of his jeans, she starts to push them down, at the same time Tim reaches for his back pocket, it was old habit that had him tucking a condom in the back pocket of his jeans, from his nights prowling bars, and now, with one of her fingers curling around his cock once again, with his jeans shoved just past his hips, he is thankful for it.
"We're gonna need more of these", he groans at her touch, wiggling the little packet of foil back and forth.
"We probably need to buy stock in Trojan", she grins, her cheeks flushed with arousal. Between her creamy thighs, she is wet with anticipation, has been since he pulled her shirt off, and as she speaks, one leg curls around his waist.
"Or Durex. Or some company who makes… Fuck Melissa!" Tim stops, his fingers unable to focus on the condom packet as Melissa's hand squeezes his cock, keeping her grip tight as it slips up and down his length. After a few deep breaths, he is able to get the wrapper open, and heaves a sigh of relief as she takes it from him, and rolls the condom carefully over his length.
A triumphant, feminine grin curls her mouth as Tim loses the ability to speak, the power in giving in to his masculinity evident as she lies atop the pillows on his couch. Once the condom is on, her free leg curls around his waist, tugging him to her, as her arms reach for his shoulders. Instead of going to her, Tim pulls her to him, until she is half sitting up; his lip capturing hers while his arms slide under her back, and pulls her against his chest, before laying her back down. Only when Melissa is wrapped in his arms, is undeniably his, does he give in, and slowly slide into her, cursing as her body milks him, squeezing him tightly.
His lips find hers, fusing to them as his hips start to move. Regardless of their surroundings, the heap of pillows atop his couch, regardless of the snacks on the coffee table, the movie playing, he takes his time, moving slowly, languidly, his hips rubbing against hers with each slow, full thrust. They had not taken the time to push his jeans all the way down, and the feel of denim against the tender insides of her thighs adds a layer to Melissa's arousal, her hips start to lift from the couch, meeting each deliberate thrust. Tim breaks the kiss, running his lips down her throat, and then dropping tiny kisses over her face, the muscles in his arms bunching with each thrust, keeping her cradled to him.
Melissa's slim hands coast down his back and then back up, over his shoulders, through his hair, over his warm, smooth skin. Each touch elicits a rumble from him, a pause in his kisses, a harder thrust, and she smiles, enjoying doing to him what he does to her. His breathing grows harsh as her heartbeat races, thrumming against his lips, her legs shifting around his waist, pulling him to her with each thrust from his body, and still he continues his slow rhythm, driving her onward.
Fighting to keep his own release at bay, his teeth clamp down on the inside of his cheek, his arms sliding out from beneath her, to find her hands, curling his calloused fingers around her own, and pining her arms to the pillow she is laying on. Leaning forward, he buries his face in her neck, breathing her in, feeling her heartbeat race against his lips as they graze her throat, as her body clenches tightly around his length, her legs pull him to her, and with a moan, she buries her face in his shoulder, her fingers tightening around his. The invitation of her body, milking him, squeezing him, is too much for Tim to fight off, and with one final thrust, he buries himself inside Melissa, groaning his release into her throat.
For long moments, they stay where they are, coasting back to earth, dropping tender kisses on shoulders and necks and faces, lips meeting in a gentle kiss, before Tim props himself up on his elbows, looking down at Melissa's delicately boned face, pausing to kiss the freckles that adorn her high cheekbones, "I really don't want this weekend to end."
"Me either", the work week looms before them, with its' stress and complications, with Craig Duncan lurking in the shadows, and Melissa buries her face in Tim's shoulder, "Can we not go in and just say we did?"
Tim laughs at her, nodding his head in agreement, slowly pulling from her body, and pushing himself to his feet, "I don't think anyone will miss us."
She cannot keep from wincing as Tim pulls away, the soreness from repeated sessions with Tim aching between her legs as she rolls to her side, "We could always run away together. I hear Tahiti is nice this time of year."
"It's nice any time of year", his watchful gaze catches her wince, even as he turns to walk away to the kitchen, tossing the condom in the trash, and then tossing his jeans towards the bedroom, leaving his boxers on as he walks back to the living room.
"So that's our plan then? Run away to Tahiti like two fugitives?" she grins up at him, sitting back down on the couch, her panties back on, and the baggy shirt Tim pulled off of her hitting the middle of her thighs.
"Fugitives from Art", he grins as he picks up the last of his brownies, and sits back down on the couch, tugging Melissa to him. Within minutes, they are absorbed by the movie, eating too much junk food as Tim points out the inaccuracies in the scenes, and Melissa comments on the latest Bond girl's clothes. Instead of a couple just starting out, they look as if they have been doing this, having movie nights, for months, the slow dance they had done around and toward each other, the chemistry between them, making it easier to fall into something deeper than just one dinner date.
In the morning, each will be drawn into their work, away from each other, although Melissa knows she will be too far from Tim's watchful dark blue colored gaze, but the casual comfort of the weekend will fade as they start their week. But for the moment, wrapped around each other, watching movies on the couch as the evening deepens into twilight, the troubles and stress of life seem as far away as the bright white moon that hangs low on a sky of sparkling blue velvet sky.