You Owe Me a Son

Choices.

Hal had to compose himself for a moment following the movements of her nails across his skin, doing his best to contain the groan that so desperately wanted to escape his lips. He calmed himself by focussing on her hair and the playful tone of her voice as she used his own words against him. "Very true..." His words were low as he withdrew one hand from her hair, the other remaining firmly curled into the damp strands.

His free hand shifted to her jaw, turning her head and upper body with care once again. "Spouses aren't meant to be servant's......" He whispered as he lowered his head enough to brush his lips against her's. He kissed her, something he had thought about from the moment the bead of wine had rolled down her chin. His kiss was surprisingly full of affection, his fingers tightened in her hair and the others curled against her jaw. There was a want behind the kiss although only held briefly before he parted from her lips and withdrew his head.

"But for today and today only, I will be yours....." He spoke, containing the grin on his lips as he lifted the cloth and soap from the water, starting at her back. He drew the soap soaked rag over her skin slowly, making sure his fingers *slipped* free every now and again so that his fingers could brush against bare skin.

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Blaire allowed him to turn her head towards him, not expecting his lips to brush against hers and then connect with surprising passion. Although she wasn't prepared for the kiss she leaned into it with want and could feel Hal doing the same. She panted softly as he pulled away and leaned in for more, but held back when he began to speak.

Her body now radiated heat from his words and the bath suddenly became too hot for her skin. She couldn't understand how he was now simply bathing her after what she had just experienced. She tried her best to breathe slow and focus on his hands, but his lips were all she could picture, all she craved.

"Hal" she spoke abruptly and quickly turned herself around, causing water to flood onto the floor, but she didn't care, the affects of alcohol and lust now taking control of her thinking.

Now that she was finally facing him her mind went blank, she wasn't sure what to say other than to stare into his eyes and then down at his lips that she had just passionately kissed. Finally, she decided that words wouldn't cut it and slowly leant down connecting her tongue with his neck, sucking it softly, biting down lightly, kissing carefully and then moving to the next spot as if she had all the time in the world.

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Hal returned her gaze as she turned around, the splash of water on the floor barely registered, she had his full attention and at that point there wasn't a lot that could take his attention elsewhere. He'd dropped the linen and the soap at some point but again it hadn't quite registered with him. His attention fixed on her stare, the way it tracked over from his eyes to his lips.

Hal had been about to speak but was silenced by her mouth against his throat. Hal leaned his head back and finally released the groan he had been holding back. His fingers worked up to the damp strands of her hair and his chest tightened, a smile curling on his lips as his eyes closed and she moved from place to place.

His fingers curled in her hair firmly, the only thing he could to stop himself from dragging her head up to claim her lips again. His other hand shifted down her back slowly, dragging calloused fingers over smooth skin, like her he took his time as if trying to map every inch of her skin. His breathing had quickened and she'd have likely been able to feel his pulse against her lips.

His hand came to settle on the small of her back and pulled her stomach tight against his, the warmth of her skin against his beneath the water pushed his self control, he lifted his head slowly and used his grip on her hair to pull her head back from his neck.