Leading Lady

Part 16: Phoenix

When Kitara surprised me with the Phoenix itinerary to a lush resort, I was almost giddy. She waited by the front desk knowing I was on my way. No cottages, though I liked them too, but the idea of being spoiled sounded good. Readthroughs, measurements, even basic fittings for stunt work had me tired.

She looked so nervous, standing there waiting. She looked unsure. I walked right up to her, and kissed her in the lobby, and I could have sworn I heard a camera click or two, but at the moment I didn't care. I had missed her, and judging by her kiss, she missed me, too.

I lifted her left hand to see the charm bracelet I bought and she said, "I've been waiting for you."

Uh-oh. That phrase means she has been activity planning. "Can I have a nap?"

"How about during your massage?"

"Are you giving it?"

"Come on--"

"I'd rather have you do it," I told her honestly. "I've missed those rub downs."

"But a professional could--"

I caught her hand. "Could do a lot, but I like your touch. There's a difference." I kissed her hand. I saw her eyes spark in a way that made my heart leap. "Come on, hotel slumber party." We hadn't had that in a bit so she agreed.

When we went up, bless her, she let me sleep. It was the smell of food that woke me up. She was in a robe sitting on the floor with room ordered food and had spread extra bedding on the floor to put the food on. She had opened the blinds and the view was wonderful. We really didn't have to go anywhere.

"Wish you would have awakened me earlier," I said, looking at her.

She gave a small chuckle. "Take a shower, put on some underwear." I gave her a look and she said, "unless you don't want a massage?"

That worked.

We ate and she talked about having to go back to Chicago for her recital for a day and fly into Austin on a red eye flight. I told her I would be there and wouldn't miss it. She had to be crazy to think I would.

"Before I forget," I said, pulling out a Phoenix charm for her bracelet.

"Oh!" she immediately put her hand out, and I hooked it on. "Thank you." She stretched over our makeshift table and kissed me. It was a butterfly kiss, tender and sweet.

"You're welcome, sweet."

She became shy, but then said, "Alright, lie down."

I moved to lay on the bed, smiling deviously.

"Oh, and take the robe off."

"Are you taking yours off, too?" I asked as I obeyed her request.

"Uh...not, not yet."

"That didn't sound good, Kit."

"Do you want the massage or not?"

I got comfortable, lying on my belly. "When...oh." She sat on my bum again, but faced my feet. She began running her hands over my calves, flattening the muscles but loosening them at the same time. She glided then kneaded then glided again. "Niiiiiice."

"Shhh." She  leaned over for a second, and then picked up something. Suddenly, the sounds of ocean waves and soft music filled the room.  She kissed each of my Achilles heels, which for some reason made my heart just melt, and stroked my calves up to my knees and then started working my thighs the same way. The sides were really tight, almost hurt. "It's okay, breathe in through your nose, out of your mouth." She soothed. She breathed loudly and I with her. "Better." After doing those, she turned and started at my temples.

"Ohhhh..." I smiled. "Yes."

"Yes?" She giggled.

"Uh huh," I replied, knowing I was smiling ear to ear though she couldn't see. She went over my shoulders and even glided over my arms, carrying the tension to my finger tips and massaging each out. Her hands swept back to my shoulders, and then she started gliding hard over my back.  God, I needed this. She massaged the sides of my spine with her thumbs in small circles and then gently swept the tension out from the center of my back. She worked her way to my lower back and dug her thumbs in. "Ah!"

"You okay?"

"Yeah, just...that's sensitive." I was getting hot.

"Sensitive how?" She used her thumbs to sweep the tension outward, then shifted and started on my glutes.

"You're putting some real thoughts in my head, sweet," I told her.  When she laughed at that, I turned and caught her. "Front now."

She sat on my hips, and did a small gasp. Yes, darling, you are relaxing me and exciting me at the same time. "Oh." She looked like she might move off.

"No, don't miss that part," I said softly, kneading her hips. She began to move on me. She sat there, robe almost open and revealing a bra and boy cut short underwear. She began massaging my chest, and I smiled up at her. She even kneaded my wings from the front, and I had to suppress a laugh, which made her laugh outright. I pulled her down for a kiss. It was slow, teasing, I made it that way. I didn't realize I could do that, I never thought to. I nibbled her lips, licked them every time she tried to lock her lips on mine. Finally she played my little game, and managed to catch the tip of my tongue with her lips. The sensation was electric, and I opened my mouth to her. She licked the insides of my mouth, and I groaned. I opened her robe and I felt her body heat surround me. I began kneading her traps and shoulders. She was more tense than I was. I used my thumbs to smooth her shoulders out, lifting my hips from time to time to tease her. The third time I did it, she moved with me. Careful, sweet, I wanted to say. I'm getting ideas...

Suddenly her cell rang. It was a ringer I never heard before-sounded like Big Ben. She immediately snapped out of the mood we'd created. "Sorry, I have to take this." She leaned over and kissed me, caressed my face. She looked almost sad. She took the phone into the bathroom and shut the door.

That, too, was a first. She talked to Laura, Xavier, the girls in her dance class and her sister around me. I waited. Whoever this was, it wasn't good. Whatever was going on it wasn't good. I got up, and got back into my robe, feeling a chill now that our bodies were apart. Something wasn't right.

She walked back into the room, eyes downcast, mood distracted.

"Kit?"

She gasped as if she forgot was there. "Oh...Shane, I'm sorry--"

"Who was that?" I asked. "What's going on?" She didn't seem ready to answer. I wanted to be angry, I wanted to press, but she looked so sad, so alone. Minutes ago we were completely in synch. It felt good. I took a deep breath, and opened my arms. To my surprise, she scurried into them, giving me a sense of dread. "No more questions tonight. We have a big day tomorrow."

I pulled out the movie script and we started going over it together. We didn't get far, yawning a few pages in. She dosed off, curled in my arms as if she needed more than protection from a non-existent cold. I looked down at her. Kit. My Kit. What have I learned today?

She has amazing hands, her voice can sound like velvet.

The clock ringer on her phone is someone important but is not a good thing.

She liked being on top, liked touching me. She's got a passionate side, definitely.

Vegas was next weekend. What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, right? I had an idea...