Crossing Boundaries [COMPLETE]

Calm Surrender

NOTE: This is sort of a filler. The chapter may not be suited for young audiences so please proceed with caution. This can be skipped as well. It definitely is just a rambling as I get ready to write the last chapters of the story. Work had thrown me for a loop. The past week was extremely hectic with meetings orientations and overtimes. So this chapter is merely ramblings in an attempt to get my writing mojo back. Nevertheless, I hope you like it. -SS

As if her body had a mind of its own, Tiffany's back arched from the tingling sensation of Chris's hot breaths trailing down her neck and the electric touches of his fingers crawling at a snail's pace upwards her covered thighs.

She pulled his head back up and as their lips met, her hands wandered underneath his blue t-shirt, the soft skin of her palms against his torso made him groan. Chris looped his arms behind her waist and pulled Tiffany closer, deepening the kiss even further.

She wrapped her thighs around his waist while her butt slowly left the kitchen counter. As a response, he slid his hands down to her bum. She shifted her hands to cup his jaws, then raked her fingers to his hair.

Tiffany gasped into his open mouth when the tip of his tongue lightly teased and outlined her upper lip.

DING!

With eyes closed, Chris could feel her smile smoothed into his fiery mouth. "That's the roasted chicken," she mumbled, hesitating to untangle herself from his coiling arms.

Chris brushed off her words. Instead, he returned to tracing kisses on the bare skin of her neck and collarbone. The brushing of his lips was soft and unhurried. Tiffany whimpered as she felt ripples of current through every nerve of her body.

Then, she giggled. "Bubba, we're not gonna get anything done for this Christmas feast if we keep at this." She kissed his forehead.

From her shoulders, his eyes caught hers. His light blues swimming in passion. "You're more than enough of a Christmas feast."

Tiffany brushed her lips against his. "But one cannot live by flesh alone," she said, teasing. "Besides, we gotta be in our best behavior when your family calls for the video chat."

"So, I can't do this in front of them?" Chris locked his mouth in hers and let it linger there for quite a while.

Another smile formed in her lips. "No comment... But I really need to to take that chicken out of the oven before it gets burned." She gave him a smack before sliding off his waist. Chris, then, lodged a kiss on her temple before letting her go.

The rest of the prepping for the Christmas dinner didn't go on smoothly. Every so often, Chris would sneak in a smooch or two on Tiffany's lips while she tossed some salad. She would respond by sneaking behind him, hooking her arms around his waist and planting kisses on his bare back. Yes. By the time, he was kneading dough for the pizzas, he had already freed himself from his shirt. This was agony and pleasure for Tiffany, both at the same time.

Since their very public kiss a couple of nights back, the two had been sleeping, literally, in one room. What they haven't done, however, was to sleep with each other, figuratively. But it did cross their minds. More than once. Scratch that. More than ten times.

Every time their lips would meet. Every time their hands would get tangled up all over each others bodies. Every time their fingers would touch the most sensitive parts. Every time, the feeling escalated.

By half past 5 in the afternoon, the two had finished making their holiday dinner. Both were sitting on the sofa, marveling at the feast they had prepared.

"We make a good team, Evans. If I say so myself." Tiffany clutched Chris's hands.

"Nah we don't," he answered, his tone impassive. Tiffany glared at him, to which he replied with a chuckle. "We don't make a good team... We make the best team. Foster-Evans." What he said was definitely music to his ears.

He gently laid Tiffany down the humongous sofa. The heat from the kitchen from a while back carried over to the living room. She let out a moan as Chris's hands drifted beneath her dress, moving up on either side of her thighs.

She grabbed him by the back of the neck and kissed him hard, her lips craving. The kiss intensified when Chris moved his left hand behind her head and the right hand rubbing the skin inside her right thigh. By impulse, Tiffany shot her hips upward to meet his bulging center.

Her whimpers in between kisses was causing a wave of heat that ripped to his very core. He felt his muscles tensed as she pulled the waistband of his pants while gently biting his lower lip. He groaned.

His eyes met Tiffany's dreamy hazels. "If you only knew how much I want you."

She beamed. "Oh I know, Chris. I know," she whispered, her hand caressing the growing bulge inside his pants. Chris buried himself in the curve of her neck, sucking lightly the sensitive area there, his rough stubble was electricity on her skin . His hand slipped inside her lace undergarment.

The movement of his fingers there made Tiffany rock her hips deep into the touch and made her moan his name between staggering breaths. "It looks like you just want me as much," he muttered in her ear.

She bit the width of her pointer finger, her cheeks glowing pink. All she could do now was nod her head as she stared into his longing blue eyes.

Chris married his lips with hers and while she busied her hands with the unzipping of his pants, he was sliding her undergarment from her waist to her feet.

RING!!!!