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Blind Faith
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Blind Faith
© 1994 Deb Atwood
aka, D-Singer ([email protected])
Christine toyed with the strings of her dressing gown, a frown
puckering her lips and forehead. She'd heard steps moving past
her room, and had hoped someone would stop in to wheel her
somewhere more exciting, but no one had come in. Her hands
fell from her lap to the heavy wheels of her chair, and she
clenched the tires angrily. She knew from her hesitant
experiments that she could move the chair herself if she tried,
but without her sight she couldn't see where to go and was more
likely to fall down the stairs than anything else.
She groaned in frustration. It was all so stupid, and annoying.
She had been traveling home for the holidays when her classes
ended just after Thanksgiving, two weeks before. Her
roommate drove, since she lived only an hour beyond Chris's
home. It had started to storm, and it was getting late as they
approached Chris's home. And only a few blocks from home,
some fool, apparently begin partying early, had run a red light,
skidded on the soft, wet snow, and run headlong into the
passenger's side of the car Chris was in.
When she awoke it was two days later. She was told Leigh had
been treated for bruises and released. But Chris's seatbelt had
been defective, sending her forward and sideways, into the
central mirror and dashboard, knocking her head violently, and
broken glass injuring her eyes. A heavy sliver of mirrored glass
had lodged in her right eye, and it had taken the surgeons several
hours to repair the damage, and although it had missed the
delicate cornea, it was assumed she had lost her sight on that
side.
What a Christmas present. Chris sighed, knowing that by going
over it again and again in her mind she was only getting herself
into a worse mood. Even realizing that the man who had done
the deed had been so pickled in alcohol that the police had
immediately carted him away did her heart no good. And the
longer she sat alone, the more depressed she got.
"Chris?" a hesitant voice called from the doorway. She turned
her chair slightly so she faced the doorway, a slight smile
lighting her face.
"Adam?"
Her brother moved quickly into the room to envelop her in a
hug. "God, Chris, you're a sight for sore eyes!" His voice
trailed off and an uncomfortable silence descended. Chris
giggled nervously.
"Hey, Kent, aren't you going to introduce me?" a strange voice
called. Footsteps moved close, and she heard Adam stand and
move slightly away from her.
"Chris, this is my friend Jonathin." A strong hand found hers
and grasped it warmly.
"Pleased to meet you," Jonathin greeted her. His voice was
deep, as if it had echoed from a very large chest. She imagined
this stranger as being very broad shouldered.
Chris smiled. "I'm sorry I can't stand, but they seem to think I
should stay confined to this silly chair until my head recovers."
She gestured futilely towards the door. "They also seem to think
to keep me trapped in here until that day. " She turned her face
to her brother, and he could imagine her sad puppy eyes
gleaming at him as she said, "Adam, *please* take me
downstairs!"
Adam chuckled as strong arms lifted her from the chair and a
deep voice rumbled, "Your wish is my command, dear lady." As
she felt Jonathin lift her, she automatically leaned against his
chest - which was broad, though not as much as she had
expected. She felt the motion as Jonathin nodded and said,
"Get the chair, Kent, and we'll trot this girl downstairs and
outside to get some sun on her face!"
"Yes, sir!" Adam laughed.
Chris nestled against Jonathin's body, enjoying the feel of him
warm against her. She had been ignored by her family for so
long since she had come home from the hospital a few days
before. They either smothered her with worry and affection
until she wanted to scream, or they tiptoed around afraid to say
a word f or fear she'd drop further into depression. It was such
a relief to have people treat her *normally*!
She felt the chill as they stepped outside, and laughed to feel
snowflakes falling across her nose. "You forgot my jacket!" she
laughed. "Do you want me to catch my death of cold and give
everyone something else to worry about?"
As Jonathin lowered her to the ground, she felt something
placed about her shoulders, and heard Adam's voice saying,
"Don't worry, kid, your big brother remembered the little details,
even if this lummox can't."
Jonathin chuckled good-naturedly, and the two enjoyed easy
banter while Chris just enjoyed being outside. One hand in
front of her, she hesitantly moved to the side, trying to find the
porch rail in a space where there was no danger of her tripping
down the stairs. Her hand was too high, and when her legs
struck the railing she made a startled sound at the pain. But then
she just leaned on the railing, her head thrown back, her tongue
out to catch elusive snowflakes on its tip.
Soon, her mother called them in to dinner, and with Jonathin on
one arm and Adam on the other, Chris walked for the first time
to the dinner table.
"Chris?" Her mother sounded surprised as she entered the
dining room. "Are you sure you want to... I mean, with the
bandages ... even your other eye... The voice trailed off.
Chris's hands clenched against her escorts' arms. "I realize that
the bandages make it impossible for me to see from either eye,
mother, but I'm tired of being tucked away in my room like I'm
something to be ashamed of. I want to eat at the table. I'll work
something out." Her voice was stiff and stilted, and full of raw
pain. She felt the pain of tears starting. It angered her to be
without both eyes, but the surgeon had explained that the second
eye had been scratched slightly, and needed time to heal as well.
Leaving her without either for the time being. She sat in the
chair the guys guided her to, and placed her hands on the table,
hesitantly touching the fork and plate. She moved her hand
slowly forward, fingertips on the table, until she touched the
base of her glass. She lifted it to her lips, sipping at the water,
then slowly placed it back on the table, smiling broadly when
she accomplished it without spilling.
She heard the dinner chatter begin as the others seated
themselves, and then the dishes being passed around so each
could fill their plates.
"Do you like green beans?" a low voice asked from her left.
She shook her head.
"Only slightly," she answered, just as softly. She heard the
scrape of a fork in a bowl, and then a brush of motion in front
of her.
"Then only a few on your plate, " the voice said, and she finally
realized that it was Jonathin to her left. He continued to fill her
plate as each item was passed to him, before passing the bowls
on to her brother on her right. When done he told her, "Your
ham is at the top of the plate, at 12 o'clock. Squash is at about 7
o'clock, and its the orange squishy kind, not summer squash. A
roll is next to your plate, to the left. And about five green
beans are at 5 o'clock. The ham's cut already, so you shouldn't
have any problem."
Chris turned a grateful smile to him. "Thanks."
"No problem," he returned. "My mom's blind, so I was brought
up with it."
----- ----- ----- ----- -----
Later, in her room and already tucked into bed by her mother,
Chris heard her doorknob turn and soft footsteps enter the
room. "Who is it?" she called quietly.
"Just me, " Adam answered. She felt him sit on the bed next to
her. "I just wanted a chance to say hi, and to say how sorry I
felt. It looks like mom and dad have been giving you a hard
time."
Chris shrugged. "They just don't know how to deal with it."
Adam's voice was rough as he said, "I know, but they shouldn't
*blame* you for it. That's stupid." He laughed shortly. "I guess
its a good thing I asked Jonathin home for the holidays though,
eh? Never would've expected held end up being so needed
here."
Chris smiled. "It's wonderful having both of you here. You
treat me like I'm human."
Adam touched the bandages about her head with gentle fingers.
"How long till this comes off?"
"Two weeks. Just in time for Christmas." Chris smiled bitterly.
Adam reached out to hold her, and she felt warm in her
brother's comforting embrace. Then he pushed her back and
tucked her in, like he used to do when they were younger.
Dropping a kiss on her forehead he whispered, "Sweet dreams,
little sis."
----- ----- ----- ----- -----
Over the next week, Adam and Jonathin did everything they
could to make Chris feel as alive as possible. They took her out
in the old sleigh, hooked up to a borrowed pair of horses, and
drove around the Connecticut countryside wrapped in warm
wool blankets. Chris snuggled between them, enjoying the ride
as they traded jokes.
Slowly she came to know Jonathin's voice, instantly recognizing
his step or her brother's when they came upon her. By guiding
her about the house, they helped her learn her way enough so
she could walk down the stairs by herself without fear of falling.
Even her mother finally relaxed and allowed her to take care of
herself.
It was only two days until Christmas, and the guys had gone to
buy a tree, so Chris made her way into her father's den, where a
fire was burning in the fireplace. Her father had let the fire to
burn while he went with Adam and Jonathin to find a tree, and
Chris welcomed the warmth as she knelt in front of the hearth.
She heard footsteps behind her, and asked, "Who is it?"
"It's me," Jonathin replied, dropping to sit next to her. "Kent
and your dad are bringing the tree in, and I was only getting in
the way. So I thought I'd take a look about for you."
Chris smiled. "You found me."
Jonathin was silent for a while. "You see the doctor
tomorrow, don't you?"
Chris nodded. "I might even be able to see by Christmas," she
said softly. Sighing, she added, "I might even get to see what
you look like before you go back to school with Adam."
She felt his hand over hers, lifting her hand until it lay against
his cheek. Instinctively, her hand moved from his cheek to
touch his forehead, moving over his brow, sliding down his nose
- feeling the slight bend of a broken nose as she did so,
feathering across his wide lips, exploring the curve of his chin.
With her hands she explored his face, knowing that she would
recognize him again if she could only touch him. Her hand
snaked back until it tangled in his rough, slightly curly hair.
"What color is it?" she asked softly.
"Black," he said, his voice hoarse.
Her fingertips traveled slowly back to his eyebrows, dropping
lightly over his closed eyes. "And your eyes?"
"Brown... "
Her fingers again touched the bump in his nose. "What
happened here?"
"I broke it, skiing. My collarbone too, and one leg." She felt his
smile against her fingertips as they brushed his lips. "It was a
pretty bad accident."
Her fingertips tingled as his tongue snaked out to lick his dry
lips, touching her lightly by accident. Before she could draw
away, she felt his hand on her cheek, drawing her face closer to
his as his lips moved to hers.
His lips were slightly moist, and hard against hers. She
responded to the kiss, her lips parting, her body relaxing. Her
hands clasped at the back of his neck, and she felt his lips move
from hers to trace the curve of her chin and neck.
At the sound of footsteps in the hall, Jonathin drew back, and
Chris blushed. The footsteps came quickly into the room.
"Hiding in the warmth, eh Jonathin?" Adam's cheerful voice
inquired. "Figures. You always were one to get out of work."
Chris was still close enough to feel Jonathin's shrug. figure you
two had it well in hand." He stood, and clasped Chris's hand in
his to draw her to her feet as well. "Shall we go guide the
decorators?" he asked cheerfully, tucking her arm around his as
he led her from the room.
----- ----- ----- ----- -----
As she sat in the waiting room, Chris thought about Jonathin.
She was amazed at how attracted she was to him, even though
he was little more than a stranger still. He had found her alone
once more, sitting out in the backyard last evening, and again he
had kissed her.
Chris had loved the feel of his lips on hers, and his tongue
caressing her lips under his. His hands had held her close, and
she had felt the tautness of his body as he whispered soft words
against her neck, his lips moving with feathered touches to kiss
the hollow at the base of her neck. Her breath had grown short,
and her hands had grasped his head, pulling him back to her so
she could feel his lips on her again.
But again, with the unerring instinct of a protective older
brother, Adam had come out into the backyard, carrying
lemonade and dessert for each of them, and Chris had
unwillingly drawn back from Jonathin's arms. As he had sat
next to her, she could feel his tension, and his hands brushed
hers lightly when he helped her find her glass after misplacing it.
"Miss Kent?" an older woman's voice called.
"Here," Chris said softly, struggling to her feet. She turned in
the direction of the voice and felt someone standing in front of
her. Capable hands took her arm and led her into a room,
pressing her down into a chair.
"Wait here until the doctor comes."
Chris's mind wandered again back to Jonathin. She hoped she
would soon be able to get rid of these stupid bandages and
actually see the man. After all the time they had spent together,
she half feared she was falling in love with him, and she didn't
want to give in to her feelings until she could see his face, and
read his emotions. She didn't want him to toy with her, but she
was afraid because there was so much that could happen
without her seeing it now. Now, more than ever, she
desperately wanted her vision back.
The doctor's voice interrupted her thoughts, and she blushed
fiercely. She felt hands against the bandage, and then they were
gone. Her eyes fluttered open in surprise, to be greeted by only
darkness.
"I had to turn the lights out," the doctor explained, his voice
soothing. "I'm going to fit a patch over your right eye, but your
left should be healed enough that you can start to spend some
time without the patch there. Chris felt him slide something
around her head, then felt the snug patch in place over her right
eye. He fitted something like a mask over both eyes.
"You can't go directly to bright light," the doctor cautioned. "A
few hours each day, and in dim light, until your eye adjusts. It's
been weakened severely."
Chris nodded, excited to have even some small amount of sight
back. She listened carefully as her doctor cautioned her not to
wear herself out, to avoid tears, and that if she needed to go
anywhere with bright light to be sure and wear dark glasses.
Chris readily agreed to it all, anything for her sight.
----- ----- ----- ----- -----
Chris sat on the edge of her bed, waiting for her parents to
bring up Adam and Jonathin. They had already turned out the
lights and drawn the curtains, leaving only the dim light of the
hallway to lend what little light there was in the room. She
toyed with the string on her mask, anxious to remove it.
"Chris?" Adam called as he entered the room. She heard the
click of the light switch, then heard her parent's turn them off
again.
There was a movement next to her, and a body sat on the bed.
"So, what's the big surprise?" Jonathin's voice rumbled.
Before they could guess, Chris had the mask off, and was
blinking in the dim light, trying to see with her left eye.
Her parents stood by the door, smiling widely. Adam had
stopped while walking toward her, and simply stood, staring.
She turned to the man next to her.
Jonathin looked surprised, but not as surprised as she as she
stared at him. His hair was curly and dark, and his eyes brown.
But there the match with what she had imagined ended. His
face was not handsome - strongly built, yes, but not handsome
in the classic sense. He was dark skinned, and his nose was
severely crooked, more than Chris had thought when she had
explored his face with her hands. It lent his face and odd look,
taking away what appeal his face might have had with its
unusualness. Across one cheek he had a slight scar. His chest
and arms were broad, as Chris well knew. The rest of his body
was rather pleasing too, but she found her eyes drawn back to
his unusual face, and was troubled to know that her expression
showed her surprise.
There was a hurt expression on Jonathin's face, and he stood
slowly. "Congratulations on having your sight back, Chris, " he
said softly, gently touching her shoulder. As he left the room he
told Adam that he'd be out back if anyone was looking. Chris
watched as Jonathin left the room, limping slightly - something
she hadn't noticed when he had carried her.
Her mother's pleased chatter quickly distracted Chris from her
wondering about Jonathin, and the hours before she had to
return to the darkness passed quickly.
----- ----- ----- ----- -----
"Merry Christmas, Chris!"
Her brother's voice shook her out of her nice dream, into the
cold waking world. She listened carefully, but didn't hear any
greeting from Jonathin and assumed he wasn't in the room.
Held seemed to be avoiding her lately, and Chris wasn't certain
why.
She felt hands on her shoulders, then on her arms pulling her
out of bed. A bathrobe was placed about her shoulders, and
Chris shrugged it on, following her brother as he led her from
the room, down the stairs into the living room.
"We've got it as dark as it goes, sis, so you can take it off now."
Chris reached up and slipped the mask off of her eyes, blinking
in the colorful glow the Christmas tree lent the room.
Jonathin sat across the room from her, but wouldn't meet her
eyes. She didn't have any time to think about it, or to move
closer to him, though, before her brother placed a package in
her lap.
She opened her packages, glancing occasionally at Jonathin.
When she saw the package she had bought, with her mother's
help, after her doctor's appointment that week placed into his
lap, she stopped what she was doing and watched. She had
wanted to thank him for everything held done for her, and to let
him know how much she thought about him. She'd asked
Adam for advice, but he had only mentioned things that Chris
didn't think were personal enough. So she'd gone on her own
and picked out an ID bracelet, one of the ones with large links,
made for a man's hand. She hadn't had it engraved, simply
because she was too frightened to put anything on it, and now
that Jonathin seemed to be ignoring her, she was glad she hadn't
had anything done with it. But it was still a nice gift, and even
though it couldn't be pure gold, it was plated and looked good.
As Jonathin opened the box he looked over at Chris, and she
wondered how to read his expression. It didn't look angry, or
like he didn't like it. He just looked, well, confused. Chris tore
her eyes from his and started to open another gift.
Feeling a hand on her shoulder she glanced up to see Jonathin
standing by her. He sat on the arm of the chair, and said
quietly, "Thank you."
Chris looked at him curiously.
He looked away, then back again. "Come with me." Tugging
her arm until she stood, he pulled her gently from the room into
the hallway.
Pushing her back against the wall, his lips closed on hers in a
hungry kiss. Chris's eyes flickered closed as she let the
welcome sensations wash over her. Her arms moved around his
waist, pulling him close as his tongue slipped between her lips to
plunge into the warm cavern of her mouth. Almost
immediately, though, her eyes snapped open again. She wanted
to *see* how he felt - read his expressions in his eyes.
She drew back slightly, and Jonathin stopped. He raised a hand
to her cheek. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to frighten you."
Chris shook her head and smiled. "Surprise yes, frighten no."
She stared into his eyes, and couldn't suppress a grin at what she
saw there.
"What happened?" she asked softly.
Jonathin turned away, his back rigid. "Chris, if you could've
*seen* the expression on your face when you saw me - the pity
and horror. I've seen that look before, and it's never turned out
well. I'm not exactly the best looking of men."
Chris laughed, and Jonathin whirled to face her, hurt written on
his face.
"I'm not laughing at you," she said quietly. She moved up to
him again. "I'm laughing because it's such an easy answer. I
feel so silly for not realizing what was wrong." She gently
touched his crooked nose, ran her fingers down the scar on his
cheek. "But when I started to fall in love with you I had no
idea that your face was scarred. I just loved *you*."
Jonathin groaned. Chris felt, rather than saw, his arms go
around her and pull her close. She could feel the length of his
body against hers as he feathered kisses across her face, her
forehead, cheeks and lips. "Do you really love me?" he
whispered in between kisses.
"Yes."
"Wait here."
Jonathin went back into the living room and returned carrying
Chris' mask. He gently fixed it over her eyes and then said,
"Come with me."
"Where are we going?" she asked, laughing, her hand feeling oh
so comfortable in his.
"Somewhere where we can be private and I can kiss you silly!"
----- ----- ----- ----- -----
"Where are we?" Chris felt the wooden bench beneath her,
wondering where on the property they could be.
"A cabin your brother told me about, down by your lake,"
Jonathin called from the other side of the room. "It's pretty
light in here, so keep your mask on. I couldn't find any
curtains." There was a crackle and a pop, and the sound of
Jonathin softly swearing as he tried to get a fire started in the
small fireplace. When it finally worked he led Chris over to join
him sitting in front of the fire.
Chris warmed her hands and feet, which were cold from the
walk out here. Already the air in the cabin had warmed slightly.
She remembered the cabin, and knew that somewhere in it were
all their fishing and boat gear, while the boat was outside, pulled
up on land for the winter.
She felt hands on her shoulders, turning her slightly, then lips
against hers, moving with infinite gentleness, coaxing a warm
response from her.
"This feels strange," she whispered.
"Hm?" Jonathin replied without lifting his lips from hers. He
shifted slightly so he could hold her closer, drawing her up so he
could kiss her jaw, then the base of her neck. His tongue
tickled at the edge of her sweater.
Chris pushed gently at him. "Stop that and be serious for a
moment."
Jonathin sighed. "Chris, I *am* being serious. I am seriously
in love with you, and going mad for wanting you...
She couldn't suppress a grin. "Well, okay. But... "
"But what?" Jonathin's voice was more serious now. "I'll stop,
if you want, and we can go back up to the house."
"It's just... Chris's voice trailed off, as she tried to figure out
exactly what she wanted to say. "It just feels strange not being
able to see you... I can't see your eyes, and see what you're
thinking. It frightens me."
Jonathin was silent for a few moments. When he spoke again,
his voice was low, and not quite steady. "I see." He took a deep
breath, then was silent again.
"Jonathin?" Chris reached out a hand to touch his shoulder
lightly. He trapped it beneath his own large hand, holding her
tight.
"Chris, believe me when I tell you how I feel." His voice was
hoarse, and he spoke as if each word were being measured very
carefully. "I can't find anything to block the windows, and God
knows, I don't want you to hurt your eyes. God also knows how
much I want you, but I can wait if you want me to. I just hope
you'll have faith enough to put your trust in me, and believe
me."
Chris wriggled her hand out from under his and raised it to his
face. She could feel his taught expression beneath her
fingertips, and she began to smile, as she leaned towards him
and replaced her fingers with her lips. "I'll trust you," she
whispered softly.
She felt him relax against her, as he gathered her close, pulling
her onto his lap. "Thank you... "
His hands moved to the edge of her sweater, gently massaging
and caressing her shoulder. Her fingers and toes were finally
warm, and she could feel the nearby flames from the fire
sending licks of warmth through the small cabin. The small
fireplace couldn't warm the cabin completely, but it would make
the room more comfortable.
Chris sighed as Jonathin stroked her back, his hands sliding up
under her sweater, leaving only her bare skin and bra between
them. "Mm... "
"Turn around." Placing his hands on her shoulders, he tugged
until she had turned her back to him. She sat between his
thighs, sitting back against his groin, her back before his hands.
He lifted her sweater slightly, and began to sensuously massage
her back. His hands stroked her waist, then up to her
shoulder blades, then down along her spine. she shivered slightly
under his hands, and he switched to a harder touch, his fingers
digging into her muscles, as she relaxed into his hands. He
paused briefly, and pulled gently on the sweater, pulling it up
slightly again. she reached down and tugged it off, still keeping
her back to him. Pulling her hair forward, out of the way, she
bent her head and waited patiently.
She felt Jonathin pause behind her, his hands resting on her
waist. She imagined she could feel his eyes boring into her
back. "Well?" she said softly.
He brushed his lips over her shoulders, as his hands stroked her
sides. "Beautiful. You are absolutely beautiful."
Chris smiled, a silly grin, and she felt as if little shivers were
running through her muscles, turning everything into mush. She
leaned back, feeling his arms go around her as he gathered her
against his chest. His hands stroked across her stomach, then
feathered up over the soft fabric of her bra. Her head fell back,
against his shoulder, as her back arched, moving her breasts
against his hands. She both felt and heard him sigh behind her.
"Not only are you beautiful, but you feel so beautiful too. Like
this... " His fingers brushed over the covered nipple, and she
moaned slightly as she twisted to feel more of his touch. "The
slightest touch and I feel you react. It's a wonderful feeling."
She wiggled back against him, feeling him hard against her, then
playfully asked, "What happened to my backrub?"
He nuzzled her bare shoulder, his tongue stroking the side of her
neck. "You want a backrub?" His hands slid up her sides,
caressing the swells of her breasts, then moving around to her
back, gently pushing her forward. "Then you get a backrub."
He unhooked her bra, and she slipped it off. A gentle push
against her back and she realized she was to lie down. There
was a soft rug under them, which tickled her bare skin, and she
felt Jonathin's weight settle against her buttocks, as he sat in
preparation for the massage. He paused again. "It's getting
warm, Chris. "
She smiled. "So, maybe you should try to cool off?"
She felt his weight shift, then the soft sound of something
landing on the rug next to her. "Much better," Jonathin said
quietly, then his hands were on her back.
His hands coaxed and teased her, first softly stroking, then
fingers digging gently, then palms moving warmly across the
skin of her back. She felt her mind relax, her muscles turn to
jelly. His hands brushed up the middle of her back, then over
her shoulders, pausing to massage her upper arms. Then back
down her body, along her sides, brushing slightly against her
breasts, then down over her hips, across her buttocks, then back
up to the small of her back. She sighed in enjoyment.
Finally, his weight lifted, and she felt him lie down next to her,
one hand over her shoulders lightly. "So," he whispered, his
face close to hers. "What do I get in return?"
She rolled over slightly, so that she faced him, freeing her
breasts from where they had been imprisoned against the floor.
Her hand stroked his face. "Good question... what do you
think the answer should be?"
He laid back, moving slightly away from her. "Up to you,
sweetling."
She pulled herself up to her knees, and reached out to touch his
shoulder. She felt his arms, pulled up where his hands were
behind his head as he relaxed. She moved down and felt his
bare chest, realizing that he had removed his shirt earlier, when
she had suggested that he cool off. Her hands stroked softly
across his nipples, drawing a moan from him when she
increased the pressure of her touch. Keeping one hand in place
so she could find her mark, she bent over to place a light kiss
against the nipple. His hands grasped her head, and he pulled
her up so their lips met. As they kissed, his hands moved down
her body, tugging her over him. Her hips were against his, her
breasts pressed against his skin. His hands fell against the
cheeks of her ass, massaging them.
She sat up, her hands against his jaw, feeling his smile against
her fingertips. Bending down again, she brushed a quick kiss
across his lips, then held him back, a single finger against across
his mouth as he tried to sit up. She grinned at him, and wriggled
back, her hands sliding down over his chest, tangling in the
coarse hairs as she brushed across his waist. She felt his
stomach muscles tighten and jump under her touch. Then she
reached the waist of his jeans. With both hands she slowly
unbuttoned his jeans, then drew the zipper down. She wriggled
back even further, so that she crouched over his knees, and
started to tug the pants off of him. When he didn't move, she
stopped, placing her hands on her hips, and pouted.
"You have to help, Jonathin." Her hands brushed over the front
of his pants, where the fly was open, and she could feel him
hard beneath the thin fabric of his shorts. "And then, once I've
got you just the way I want you, you'll have to help me more.
Because, of course, since I can't see you, I'll have to find
everything by touch."
Jonathin groaned and lifted his ass so she could pull the pants
down over his legs, then finally off. She twisted a finger in the
elastic of his shorts, starting to pull them off as well, but
stopping when he tried to help. She placed a hand over him,
caressing him slightly, as she giggled. "I think we'll leave you
just like that for a while."
"Tease."
She shrugged, smiling, and wished she could see the expression
on his face. Standing over him, she slowly unzipped her own
jeans, then slid them over her hips, down her legs, and kicked
them off to the side. Then her underwear followed, and she
heard the sharp intake of Jonathin's breath as she straightened
up again. Suddenly nervous, she tried to smile and asked,
"Well?"
Only silence answered, and her face fell, and she took a step
backwards. "I ... "
"Wait." There was the sound of a sudden shift, and she felt the
rug moving beneath her feet. She dropped to one knee to
steady herself, and felt Jonathin grab her arm. He was sitting
up, his knees still beneath her, his hands quickly covering her
shoulders. His hands moved up to her chin, then his thumb
gently caressed her lower lip. "I'm sorry, I forgot you couldn't
see me lying there, grinning like an idiot, with the biggest hard-
on I've ever had in my life."
Chris's voice squeaked. "Really?"
"Really." His voice was low and sensual, and he pulled her
down to sit on his lap. His hips moved slightly, and she felt him
against her, imagining she could feel his pulse. His hands
moved across her body again, up to her breasts, and she felt his
hair brush her chin as he lowered his head to suckle first one
nipple then the other. Her hips moved against his, starting a
slow rhythm, wanting to ease the ache she felt. Her back
arched, pressing her breasts against his lips and hands.
"Sweetling," she heard and felt him whisper against her breasts,
"I don't suppose I might be able to remove my shorts finally?"
In answer, she slid back until she was off his lap, and her hands
grasped the elastic of his shorts and tugged, pulling them of f
quickly. Then her hands slid back up his legs until they reached
their destination, and her slim fingers wrapped around his
length. She caressed him slowly, learning what he looked like
but what it felt like. He was hard, and smooth, the skin soft
and warm. She could feel the pulse of the vein on the
underside, and leaning down she pressed her lips against it.
"Oh, God, Chris, if you keep that up... " he groaned, as his hips
moved in response.
Moving forward again, she positioned her hips over his, his
hands against the cheeks of her buttocks, her hands guiding him,
and she started to lower herself. He slid inside her slowly,
savoring the feel of her around him. And then stopped, not
quite completely inside, when he felt her tense.
Her expression was suddenly pained, and he thought he had hurt
her. "Chris?" He stopped all movement, supporting her in her
half-kneeling position. "What's wrong?"
She shook her head, unable to speak clearly. "I ... did you... I
mean..." Her voice trailed off as she tried to collect her thoughts.
"I ... Oh, Jonathin. I completely almost forgot. Did
you *bring* anything?"
He froze at her words. "Christ, Chris, I almost forgot. In the
pocket of my jeans there's... no wait. I'll get it." She stood, and
he felt the sudden cold as her body released him. She moved
stiffly away as he knelt and dug into his pockets, finding the foil-
wrapped package in his wallet. "Do you want me... or should
you... ?" She shrugged, her back to him, and he began to feel
the slight cold of the cabin across his body. Her arms were
crossed across her chest, her back stiff in the fading light. He
quickly tore open the package, and slid the condom on, wanting
only to hold and comfort her again. As his arms slid around
her, he realized she was shaking. "Cold?"
She shook her head. "Scared."
He sighed, his hands stroking her arms as he stood behind her,
holding her body against his length. "I'm sorry," he whispered,
"I'm so sorry. There's just something about you, about watching
you, about seeing you that makes everything leave my mind. I
can't believe I forgot."
She shook her head again. "I'm not upset with you. I'm upset
with me, because I shouldn't have forgotten either." She
wrinkled her nose. "That's what frightens me, that you could
make me feel so wonderful that I forgot."
"Come here. " Jonathin led her back to the rug, and pulled her
down to sit next to him. He took her hand and gently placed it
against his groin, so that she could feel where he was still hard,
and now protected. "Chris," he whispered softly, as her hand
began to caress him on its own. "Oh, God, Chris... "
Her body relaxed, and she pushed him back to lie down,
climbing over him. She held him, guiding him inside her again,
this time swiftly, moaning with the pleasure of holding him deep
inside. Her hips began to move slowly, her hands braced against
his chest, while his hands caressed her back, sides, and breasts.
Her hips moved faster, as she pulled him deeper inside, her hips
against his as if she tried to become one person.
He watched the shifting expressions on her face. She had
returned to pure abandonment, and her face reflected every
thrust, every caress of his fingertips. With each sensation she
felt, her expression changed and her tempo increased. And
Jonathin felt his own need building, until she cried out, her hips
pressing hard against his, and he felt as if he burst deep inside of
her.
She collapsed against his chest, and he cuddled her close as her
lips nuzzled his chin. "I'm sorry I got weird... " she whispered.
He smiled against her cheek. "No problem. I should have
remembered."
"Me too." She sighed and was silent again. As she felt his
fingers tugging at the strings of her mask, she sat up. "What?"
"Sh." He pulled her back towards him, and finished untying the
mask. "It's gotten dark while we've been here. I think a storm's
moving in. So I thought you might want to take this thing off."
He pulled and her eyes were suddenly freed, and they blinked
open, trying to take in everything at once. She saw the f ire
beginning to die in the fireplace, the clothes scattered across the
floor, the rug rumpled beneath their bodies, the dark clouds
massing outside the windows. And she saw Jonathin.
She stared at him, trying to memorize his face. His hair was
dark with sweat, slicked down against his forehead. His eyes
glittered as they watched his hand trace a path across his thigh
and leg. Her own gaze followed his hands down their bodies,
and she saw where they were still nearly joined, her leg thrown
over his groin. And finally she raised her eyes to meet his.
He was smiling. "Ah, Sweetling, I really do love you."
She grinned. "Me or my body?"
He grinned in return. "Both."
She snuggled down against his chest, closing her eyes as her
hands went around him. Her body tangled with his as she
sighed, "Good. Me too."
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