Stormy Night

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„Is this one okay?", Jamie peeked around the door frame and held up an oversized white shirt, giving Elinor a questionable look. She stood in the living room,uneasily looking through the trace-covered window and into the night. A mad storm rampaged outside, swirling the red autumn leaves and moving everything down the streets that wasn't firmly secured.

Elinor turned around as she heard his calming voice and smiled „Yes, that will do", she walked over to him „Thank you.", she gave a him a little kiss on his cheek. „You can change in the bedroom and make yourself comfortable, I'll take a quick shower.", he said, swinging a towel onto his shoulder. Elinor nodded and went over to his bedroom, at the end of the hallway. She closed the door behind her and looked around. The room was kept simple, yet really cozy. The only window was right above the bed and let the muffled light of the street lamps into the otherwise gloomy lit room. Elinor inhaled the scent that filled the room, Jamie, she smiled.

Elinor slipped out of her skirt, turtleneck and tights, leaving her only in lingerie. She unclipped her bra and laid it onto the bed, taking Jamie's shirt that laid next to it and slipped it on. It did was oversized, however, it barely covered her ass. She sighed, whatever, this will do.

She put her bra into her little bag and made her way to the kitchen, wanting to pour herself a glass of tap water. A peal of thunder growled outside as the water stopped running.

It was dark. The glass, half full.

Elinor stumbled, nervously deposing her glass. The lights had switched off. Even the street lamps were off. Only the loud tapping of the rain could be heard, louder than before.
„Elinor?", Jamie called from the bathroom. He had wrapped a towel around his waist, his hair still soaking wet. „Everything alright?".
„Yes, I-I'm fine...where are you?", Elinor responded, clearly uncomfortable in the dark.„wait I'll come over." He felt all the furniture in order to follow her voice. He couldn't see his hands in front of the eyes, it was pitch black.

Finally, Jamie got a hold of Elinor's arm, pulling her into a hug. „I think a lightning crashed into the ironman.", he whispered. She didn't respond and just held him close and tight, not wanting to let loose. Wet stains started to emerge at Elinor's shirt but she didn't care.

„Love,", Jamie guided his hand through her hair, gently caressing her back with the other „are you afraid of the dark?". Elinor simply nodded, but smiled a bit hearing his nickname for her. She let loose, but didn't let go of his hand „Let's go back to the bedroom, I have some matches in the drawer there", Jamie finally said.

Carefully, he made his way to his room, guiding Elinor behind him. He was freezing but didn't let it show because he didn't want to make her worry about him. He told Elinor to crawl under the bed sheets and rummaged about the drawer of his bedside table, finally finding some matches. He stroke one and lightened all the candles he could find, placing most of them near the bed and in the hallway, creating a warm and cozy atmosphere in contrast to the deep black night outside the window. He heard Elinor breathing easily as he rubbed his hair dry (more or less) with a towel and slipped into some boxers, joining her under the sheets.

Jamie guided his arms around her from behind and held her close „Better now?". Elinor turned around to face him, his handsome features softer in the dimmed candle light. „Yes, thank you so much, mr.celloboy.", she kissed him softly, his beard brushing roughly against her skin. He hummed into the kiss as she deepened it, her tongue slowly asking for entrance, which he granted. He explored every corner of her and pulled roughly at her hips in order to hold her as close as possible. Elinor smiled into the kiss and moved to cradle his lap, pulling the sheets over them. Jamie watched her eagerly as she adjusted her position, throwing her hair on one side. Elinor felt his growing bulge against her knickers when she leaned down, her lips hovering over his'. She chuckled, slowly rocking back and forth while she felt a damp accumulating around her entrance, begging for him.

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