If I Fell

~32~

I wiggled and jiffled and tried to escape what was tied around me.

At first I thought I was dreaming and a villan had tied me to railway tracks, ransomed, requesting gold; but the 'villan' beside me had all the gold he needed already. 

I groaned quietly having just looked down and seen the hands of Paul still bound with mine.

I had not woken as I had planned...

Had not stirred at daybreak to leave before it dawned on him.

I was still here.

As I became more alert I realised his body was flush tight against mine, I could feel everything....

"Mornnning"

Lazy lips touched my shoulder burning through the night shirt, stinging me with heat.

He was still holding me although he was awake....

Why hasn't he let go yet.

I turned over quickly and he grumbled at the movement.

I couldn't stop. All night I had; all night I fought myself, and now.....

And now I succumbed; weak.

I took what I wanted.

I stole a kiss to see what his reaction would be.

The eyes widened slightly but the hands held firm, not moving from the binds he had made around me, although thumbs now were somehow caressing my hips.

I looked for heavens help, gazing at the ceiling.

The only help I got must have been from the devil, a joke, instead;

What came instead?

His lips on mine.... tasting.

Just a flutter of a kiss to test the reception, the eyes unwavering and wide on the both of us. I pulled away, just enough to break apart, our lips millimetres from touching.

"Morning"

And Paul replied "And what a beautiful looking morning it is" He hadn't even pulled the blinds up, how on earth did he know it was a -

"O" I replied as it slowly dawned on me, crashing leaves of flirtation falling all over me, reddening my cheeks.

I was rewarded with a heavier kiss, then more and more til I needed air, and my stolen tongue, back.

"Abigail" It was a question and a call for me in one word. His eyes holding my own and the lust that was not there yesterday crept in, just for me, today. Biting my lip gently at his craving, he suddenly decided to take the opportunity to fulfil his wants and needs.... and more wants.

My lips were ruby red, I swear, by the time he stopped the attack and I touched them as his hands wandered over my body, finding their way to my every hill and valley.

Paul moved and suddenly the innocence of 'just a kiss' was left behind as he positioned over me, the pillows framing my face, his lips dipping to taste, fingers tracing lines of lava down my neck. The sheets tangled as his legs moved and mine were settled around him.

"I- "My eyes saucers, wide and worried, the world was off kilter. Was I really here? Am I dreaming? Is this even happ-.... "I. Pau- "

The shrill ring of the telephone on the hall table downstairs called us out of a trance and clouds danced over his face. He held aloof, pausing for the intrusion to abate away to silence again, but it never came, the shrill ring cut through with unquenched answer over and over.