Arctic Wonderland

Chapter 6

Jane woke with his back stiff and his muscles sore from the uncomfortable position they were in on the floor. He kissed her temple as she started to wake up in his arms.

“Good morning,” he whispered into her hair, smiling as his breath ruffled stands of brown curls, before pushing it away with his nose and inhaling her scent deeply as he planted a kiss onto her neck. He turned them around so that he was pinning her down on the floor and kissed her fervently.

Goosebumps rose on her skin, she could feel him growing in anticipation, and she smiled at the thought that that was because of her. He cupped her cheek as the kiss delved deeper and deeper. She surprised him by flipping him over so that she was on top of him. She kissed him and laughed as she ran up the stairs. He chased her, laughing, before capturing her at the top. She chuckled in his arms, before he kissed her again.

He tightened his hold on her as the kiss deepened. He didn’t want to lose her again, not when he just got her. Not when she wanted to be with him as much as he did.  Not when he had died a little inside, every day that he spent away from her on that island.

“Patrick, I want to take a shower,” she said as she broke the kiss.

He grumbled and kissed her again, reluctantly letting her go when she tightened his arms in warning. She hopped in the shower and when he heard the water spraying down, he sat on the bed. As the water continued to pour, his mind wandered to her; her black, almost robin hair, soaking and clinging to her soft skin, framing her face, bringing out her brilliant emerald eyes, and her slim, beautiful body all soapy and moist. He was extremely aroused by his mental images, and after a few more minutes he entered the bathroom. He stepped into the shower and wrapped his arms around her, bringing her close to him.

She felt his arousal before she felt him kiss his way from her shoulder to her neck. She leaned into his embrace, and she shuddered as he whispered her name in her ear, on her skin. She sighed before turning around to kiss him and delving the kiss deeper and deeper as their bodies came closer and closer.

He pushed her against the cold tiled wall and she positioned herself better by wrapping her legs around his waist and aligning herself with him. The scalding hot water was a huge contrast to the freezing tiles on their skin, but none of that mattered as he buried himself into her. He chuckled softly as with each thrust, a soft sound escaped her throat. He quickened the pace and kissed her, smiling as he could feel the soft noises rumbling in her throat.

She gasped his name as her body started to convulse with the tremors when she came. He smiled, kissed her again, and spilled into her after a few more thrusts. They stood there, shaking in the already lukewarm water, bodies pressed against each other. He grabbed the sponge that had fallen and started to rub it through every inch of her body. She closed her eyes as the sensation caused a wave of euphoria washed through her, causing her to tingle all over.

He kissed her skin as he slid the sponge over her body, smiling as he teased her. He pulled her closer and whispered her name before planting a kiss onto her neck.

She turned towards him again, taking the sponge from him with a smirk on her face and said, “Your turn.”

He chuckled as he pulled her closer, kissing her, and pushing her into the cold water.

“Patrick!” she shrieked, curling closer into his arms as the water washed over her, causing Goosebumps to rise to her skin and her to shiver uncontrollably.

He held her close and chuckled as she snuggled deeper into his arms.

“Don’t laugh at me, you jerk…” she scolded, though her smile softened the blow.

“I’m sorry, love…” he spoke softly, kissing her to hide his laughter but it didn’t work and she slapped the back of his head. He chuckled as he pulled her away from the water and held her close in an attempt to warm her.

She smiled as she snuggled into his arms, shivering as she did so; placing her head on his shoulder and burying her face in his neck. She felt him plant a kiss on her head and she couldn’t help smiling wider. Her mind traveled to the nights where she stayed awake, aching for him, longing for him to be with her. She couldn’t believe she was here, in his arms, in the shower, trying to get warm after, yet, another shenanigan he had pulled. It was harmless, she defended, but cruel.

He tilted her face up to kiss her, longing to taste her lips again. He couldn’t get enough. Enough of her lips, enough of her body, enough of her love, enough of her. He smiled as she reciprocated fully, pulling her closer, feeling her skin start to heat up with his touch as he roamed her body. He grabbed one of the towels and wrapped it around her, and with it she stepped out of the shower and walked into the bedroom. He finished showering with the freezing water and grabbing the other towel, he dried of and exited the bathroom.

As he stepped into the bedroom he found her with a bathrobe wrapped around her, sitting in front of the vanity mirror, brushing her hair. He walked behind her and planted a kiss on her neck. He took the hairbrush from her hands and started to brush her hair.

“What is it with you and wanting to do things for me?” She asked softly, smiling at his reflection as he started to brush her hair. “Not that I’m complaining, but really… I’m starting to feel as if you want to control everything I do.”

“And if I said I did?” he teased her, whispering it onto the skin of her neck, watching as Goosebumps rose on her skin once more.

“Well then.” She smiled, narrowing her eyes at him through the mirror, “You found someone who won’t give you complete control.”

“Is that a fact?” he smiled, planting a kiss on a sensitive area of her skin.

“Yes,” she grinned at him, “I’ve been known to be a control freak.”

“Hmm.” He hummed, turning her in her seat, before capturing her lips in a tender kiss.

She broke the kiss and narrowed her eyes at him playfully, “Is this one of your control methods?”

“Maybe,” he smiled before kissing her again.

She reciprocated and smiled as the kiss delved deeper. She stood and as he walked backwards to the bed, she pushed him down. She smiled down at him as she took charge and had them gasping in the end. They fell asleep in each other’s arms, covered by a light blanket as the wind blew forcefully against the window, piling on more snow.