Treading Water

31 - Becalmed

Arden's POV

Two pm.  The alarm clock reads two pm already.  We arrived late last night back into Toronto, eager to return to some semblance of normality but so far all we have done is sleep.  I look over at my sweet angel, currently still in a state of slumber and smile.  She's truly been my rock through everything and I'm glad she didn't argue when I said we'd be staying at my place once we returned.  Call me crazy, but I want to avoid any separation at all costs, at least until I deal with that scumbag ex of her's.

Rolling on my side, I gently pull her closer into my chest, my body aching to feel her warmth, her strength, she has becalmed my racing heart, as I consider there's nothing I wouldn't do for her. 

"Mmm, Arden....." Shit, I woke her up.

"Shhh, love, sleep," I cooed, trying to settle her.

"What time is it?" She asked, turning to head to face me.  I plant a quick kiss on those delectable lips and smile.

"Never mind that love, just sleep as long as you need too" I whisper, nibbling her ear gently.  I don't want to spark anything right now, she really should rest.

"I can't," she stated, wriggling around to face me properly, her hands resting on my chest causing a breath to hitch in my throat.  How this woman still affects me so much after all this time astounds me.

"And why not love? I have told the bar I won't be in today, we are free to do as we please...." Unable to contain myself, I begin placing kisses along her jawline, my hands trailing up her naked thighs and under my T shirt she'd chosen to sleep in.

"I need to find a job, Arden.  Or a company to dance with.  Or both.  I can't lay around all day being fondled by you, as much as that sounds like heaven," she giggled as my hands cupped her breasts, my fingers tweaking at her nipples. I smirk as she gasps, followed by a long sigh.

"There's no rush love, I can take care of you until you find something," I mutter, my lips now making there way down her neck.  It has been too long, far, far too long since we'd been intimate.  Grief does that, I guess, but now I need to hear her passionate cries, feel her desperate fingers, taste her sweet arousal.  I need us to become one again.

"I....... ah.. I..." she stuttered, her breathing quickening as my hands make their way closer her core, "Arden, I... ah... oh I can't ..... have .... this.... conversatioahhhh ...while .... you're .......do ..... that....." My mouth suckling at her sweet spot, I can't help but grin at her attempts to continue the conversation, pleased that my distraction, being that of my fingers rubbing soft circles on her clitoris, is working it's charm.

"Give in to me love, let me make love to you and let me take care of you" I murmur, pressing myself into her side as I roll her onto her back.  Climbing over top of her, I lift the T-shirt up over her head before lowering my mouth to her awaiting lips.  Happy to see she's complying, I waste no times returning my free hand to her now completely naked body, feeling my way over her soft curves, gripping her hip as I rock my own against her. 

"Do you feel that love, that's how much I missed being inside you" I growl against her lips, my own desperation taking hold, "I'm sorry my cailín álainn, this will be rather quick but I can't control myself."

Looking back at me, her gorgeous blue eyes wide and enthusiastic, a cheeky smile plastered on her face.

"What?" I snap, a little more forcefully than I intend, but fuck I want this woman and I want her now.

"Take me Arden, I'm your's" she replied seductively, I swear I also fucking came right there and then.

Emerson's POV