They had a friendly supper in the kitchen but Clare does not realize that in a surreptitious way, Storm is finding out exactly what her morning routine is. He knows that he is feeling stronger, and all the lying down is beginning to irritate him. Around eight he excuses himself and goes back to bed, surprising Clare a little. She cleans up in the kitchen, deciding to do the dishes the next morning and taking a deep breath she walks to the bedroom nervously. She finds that Storm is already in bed, and has turned onto his side away from the centre of the bed, his eyes closed. Clare is surprised at the stab of disappointment she feels, and because she is a little miffed she throws on her pajamas and on the way to the bed she suddenly freezes.
Number one: she is wearing shorty pajamas, a cotton short with a top - perfect for the weather. And she is going to climb into bed with Storm dressed like that. Number two: she just stripped completely naked to dress in her pj's, not in the bathroom but IN THE FREAKING ROOM! Where Storm is! In front of the lamp! Her head jerks in his direction so fast she hears a vertebrae go crack. But to her relief she finds that his eyes are still closed and his breathing regular. Slowly she walks to the bed in the moonlight and stiffly slide into bed, thinking that she will never lose the blush she is still having. She stiffens when Storm speaks and then relax, slowly sinking into sleep.
"Goodnight Clare."
"Goodnight Storm. Sleep well."
In the darkest of the night Clare slowly wakes up, a beautiful sensation filling her. She smells the deliciously masculine scent of Storm in her nostrils. And like the previous night she finds herself spooning with him, his hand covering her breast again and her hand covering his. She also feels that his other hand is cupping her butt. An unknown wantonness arrives from nowhere and she cannot stop her actions even if she wanted to. She slips her cotton bottoms from underneath Storm's hand and pulls it over so that he is effectively holding her bare buttocks. Shifting her position ever so slightly and reaching back she finds that she can comfortably shove her hand into his boxer and grip his naked hip. She slips back into sleep, smiling to herself.
A few hours later she wakes up from the way Storm stiffens. Thinking there is something wrong she is awake immediately but then she feels the reason why Storm stiffened. He has rolled onto his back during the night, and Clare's hand being on his hip under his boxer means that that same hand is now lightly gripping a serious handful of his pubes. However, she has rolled with him and he is cupping her pudenda in his hand with his finger very strategically placed as she is lying on top of his arm. Unfortunately her bladder is also full and Clare thinks quickly how she is going to proceed. Her body is still relaxed and she mumbles as if still asleep and extracts her hand from his boxer, but not before brushing against what feel like a ginormous erection and she slides her hand up to his stomach. She counts to five, mumbles again and after wiggling her loins in his hand rolls away from him. She can feel him relax a little and a small sigh escapes his lips. After she has counted to twenty slowly, she jerks as if waking up and trudges to the bathroom. Her leaving the door open as she empties her bladder is on purpose, and she can barely contain the giggle that bubbles up in her when she hears Storm fidget a little. She trudges back to bed and slides in. She slides over to Storm and she can feel him stiffen again. Storm is a little tense and when he says: "Clare..." she puts her finger on his mouth. "Sometimes you talk too much. Hold me and go to sleep, stranger from the storm." He relaxes, gathers her into his arms and in that way they both fall asleep quickly.
Clare wakes up with a grand feeling of absolute ridiculousness and reaches out for Storm. She is shocked when the bed next to her is empty. What the hell! She scrambles off the bed and throw her top on quickly. Walking into the kitchen she rocks to a stop and her hand flies to her mouth in astonishment. The dirty dishes she has left for the morning has been washed and the whole kitchen is clean and spotless. She spots something outside and as she looks out of the window her astonishment grows even more. Albeit at an obvious slow pace, Storm is outside and judging from what he is doing she can see that he is just finishing up her normal morning chores. This is confirmed as she sees him walk over to the barn and pick up the covered milk pail and slowly walk back to the house. Clare smiles to herself and shakes her head and goes and stands in the door in a provocative pose her arms folded under her breasts pushing them up flagrantly. She also composes her face into a scowl, knowing that what comes next will be fun with a capital F.
Storm is thinking deeply, although he has coped with Clare's chores and surprising himself that he knew how to milk goats and cows, he can feel that his full strength is still not back yet. He is tired after the exertion, on top of what happened during the night. The thought makes him smile, this Clare woman is driving him nuts! He mulls over what happened during the night and the next moment he looks up at a delicious sight. Clare is standing in the door of the kitchen dressed only in her pajamas. The scowl on her face does not fool him one bit, as the naughty twinkle in her eyes gives her away.
"Good morning miss Clare." He greets her humbly.
"Mister Storm, who the hell said that you can leave the bed before I have woken you up properly?" she scolds him. "And then you do my chores for me! Retribution will follow mister, that I assure you you..."
By this this Storm has reached her and his put the pail of milk down. Before Clare realizes what is happening his hands shoot out, pulls her into him and kisses her lightly on the lips. Smiling at the way she is breathless he says: "Sometimes you talk too much."
She laughs delightedly at his quip and hugs him. As she looks up she can see a hungry expression in his eyes as he looks at her breasts and she proudly pushes them forward.
"And don't you know how dangerous it is teasing a hungry man with delicious fruit?"
And he picks her up and crushes her to him as their mouths hungrily seek each other out, her legs going around his middle and holding on. Then she realizes through the mists of her rising passion that he must be tired and she breaks off the kiss looking into his eye and scanning his face. His tiredness is at war with the passion she can feel radiating from him, and she suppresses her burning desire to take him to bed and stay there for the rest of the day making love to him over and over again. That will have to wait until he regains his full strength, and she promises him silently that when that day arrives, he will not be allowed out of bed for twenty four hours.
"Put me down you big lunk. I can see how much the chores have taken out of you." She kisses him. "And thank you for that. Now go sit down so that I can make you a cup of coffee and feed you a proper breakfast."
Storm smiles at her as he puts her down knowing that she is right, there is nothing that he wants to do more than take her to bed and stay there all day. His strength is not back completely but when it is, she will not leave the bed for twenty four hours, he promises her silently.
"Now that is the most beautiful words I have heard since I woke up this morning, I am famished. And dead tired. At least I took my time in doing the chores so I should be okay."
"If you have exhausted yourself Mister Storm, I will tie you to the bed." Clare mock-scolds him, before realizing how that sounds!
"Is that a promise? That sounds incredibly kinky!" Storm teases her.
She blushes deeply as she slaps him on the arm.
"C'mon you! Go sit at the table like a good boy."
Their banter continues as she prepares breakfast for them until during a lull in the conversation a thought occurs to Clare and she frowns deeply. She turns around to Storm and look at him speculatively. He feels her eyes on him and he looks up at her questioningly as he sees her facial expression.
"I am just thinking Storm, how do you know how to milk cows and goats? Maybe you grew up on a farm? Or maybe you are a vet or something."
Storm smiles wanly as he answers her. "I have wondered about that myself this morning, and how these things came to me so naturally."
Both of them grow quiet at that and they eat breakfast in a companionable silence, both lost in thought...
