Jade

Chapter 60 mature content

I awoke to a dark room, laying on a familiar comfortable bed. Aris was laying next to me asleep. He stirred when I started to get up. He grabbed a hold of my sweatshirt and pulled me back to him. "Where are you going?" he asked. "To the bathroom," I answered. "Come right back," he told me. I went in the bathroom and headed straight for the toilet. To my relief, he didn't come looking for me. I went back to the bedroom. He was still laying in bed. I crawled into bed and laid down right next to him. He pulled me close.

"How do you feel?" he asked. "I feel fine," I answered, "How long did I sleep?" "About an hour," he answered. "That's the same as with Ripley," I commented, "What did you do with Theo?" He turned on the lamp sitting on the table next to his side of the bed. We scooted up to where we were half sitting half laying down. He put his arm around me and hugged me close. "He is being detained for the tribunal, for tomorrow night," he answered, "hopefully you will feel up to it." "Maybe I shouldn't eat before it," I suggested. "Ripley can put our food through a process that will block what Theo did. It just takes time and he will not be able to do all of it," he told me, "you may be stuck eating just bacon and eggs for the next couple of days and it may upset your stomach a little." "Can I watch him do it?" I asked, intrigued. "I do not know. We can find out," he paused," he said that you can watch some of it. He will let us know when you can watch. It will be a little while."

"What do we do until then?" I asked. "Well, I am ready for a cigarette," he told me, sitting up and swinging his legs to the edge of the bed. I scooted over to the edge and stood up. I stretched my arms and legs and arched my back. When I was done, I caught a glimpse of him staring at me. I didn't need to see red in his eyes to know it was desire. He didn't care if I saw it either.

"Your turn," I told him. "I am sorry...." "Your turn to stretch so that I can ogle you," I told him. "Oh," he didn't know what to say. "Forget it," I told him and changed into a snowsuit. We went out on the balcony and he lit me a cigarette, then one for himself. "Do you want to watch me?" he asked. I looked at him, not expecting him to ask that, "Maybe." He smiled, "okay." "I just said maybe," I told him. "That is an improvement over just a few days ago," he told me. I have changed. I don't know when or why, but I am different now. "A few days ago, I would have hid under the blankets," I told him. "Why the change?" he asked. "I am not sure," I answered, "I think it has to do with Ripley." "How so?" he asked. "We were arguing and he asked me how long I was going to make you wait to see me without the bikini," I told him. "What was your answer?" he asked. "I didn't answer him," I paused, "but I will tell you." "Okay, so, when?" "Would you like to go take a bath?" I asked him.

We put out our cigarettes, he took my hand and led me straight to the bathroom. He turned on the bathwater. I changed to just a robe. I got the toiletries out of the closet and added bubble bath to the water. I made the robe disappear. "You are, by far, the most beautiful being I have ever seen," he held my hand as I descended into the tub. He followed me. He sat down first, then I followed. I went under to wet my hair. He did the same. When he came up, I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him lightly on the lips. He kissed me back, but with passion. When we broke for air, he rested his forehead against mine. "Can I wash you?" he asked. "Yes," I answered.

He got the bar of soap off of the side of the tub and lathered his hands up. "Your neck first," he told me. I tilted my head back so that he would have more access. He soaped up my neck, then my shoulders, then my arms. I got up on my knees. He soaped up, then massaged my breasts. I moaned and arched my back. He had me lay down in the bath tub. He rubbed the bar of soap all over my belly then edged his way lower as if waiting for permission. I spread my legs apart and he ran the soap over me. I felt the fluttering in my belly and some tension building. He massaged with his hand. I drew in a shaky breath. He continued to massage. "Just relax," he told me. I rested my head back against the tub and closed my eyes. I felt him part the folds covering my center. He hesitated. I ached for him to touch me there. He abruptly removed his hand. I sighed in disappointment.