The year is 1994. The Artist finds himself in a situation no one ever thought could happen. How does he get out of it, or perhaps more importantly, how did he get there in the first place?
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August 22, 1994
**Iolani POV**
Since it took so long for me and my e ipo to finally get here, we were determined to take our time and really enjoy each other. After all, we have all night... A seductive grin lights up my face at the thought, his golden gaze heating up in response.
We spent the next while slowly dancing along to Marvin Gaye, stealing occasional soft kisses here and there.
Eventually his hands gradually make their way to my behind, bringing me closer to his developing hardness as the album slowly fades out and we continue to sway to our own secret rhythm. This is nice...
Our lips meet again as he slowly guides me into his arms, and much to my surprise we make our way over to the piano. Huh...?
He pulls away and gives me a gentle look. "I'd like to play something for you. I'm not sure where the inspiration for this song came from Lani, but as soon as it came to me I knew it was perfect for you." He says, as his fingers start messing with the keys. Awww...
Once the song was finished, his amber gaze meets mine with a slow burn. "So what did you think?" he asks quietly.
Momentarily lost for words I respond the only way I can...with a soft smile, my hand gently cupping his cheek as our lips lock in a tender kiss.
It doesn't take long for the kiss to become heated, as my tongue darts out across the seam of his lips in a desperate plea for entrance. He gently lifts me into his embrace, his tongue coming out to dance with mine as we slowly make our way toward the bed. Mmmmm....
The few steps it takes for us to make it there are just enough for his hands to start making their way underneath my shirt as he follows me eagerly down onto the mattress.
Meanwhile my hands are busy as well, impatiently struggling to untuck his shirt from his pants to pull it over his head. I growl in frustration and impatience as he decides to come to my aid, breaking our lip lock only for as long as it took to send his shirt flying across the cabin.
His chest finally bare for my restless fingers, my nails start raking down his back and across his chest as I pull him closer deepening the kiss even further.
As I swallow his soft moan his nimble fingers make quick work of my bra clasp, breaking the kiss only to toss both my shirt and bra aside.
His heated topaz orbs take in the slight of my chest with reverence, as I hear him softly mumble, "Beautiful..." His palms reverently cup my breasts, fingers slowly making their way to nipples already rock hard and yearning for him. My back arches into his gentle touch as his lips connect once again with mine. Oooh...
