Their stifled laughter bounced off the rain-slick sidewalks and the well-watered cars parked along the street. By now whatever they had originally been laughing about is long since forgotten, but the giggling, swaying pair walking towards her house was far from caring why. Drunk on silliness rather than spirits, they tiptoed their way up the steps, across the porch, through the door, and back down to the basement as quietly as possible. Arriving at their destination the young woman turned to her companion with a playful grin.
"Well... this is it!" She continued turning to twirl aimlessly for a few rotations. "Would you like the official tour?" She joked, stopping now to focus on her friend. Taking into consideration once again his ruggedly handsome face and the adorably disheveled hair and clothing, her insides turned over slowly like a car trying to start on a cold morning.
Once he smilingly nodded his interest, she showed him around the small but well-furnished room. Desk, computer, art stuff, armchair, treadmill, mini-kitchen, shelf. He laughed at the witty magnets on her two-foot tall refrigerator, and appreciatively inspected the couple pieces of antique furniture. With a mischievous glimmer in her eyes, she turned over her shoulder to look up the extra six inches into his face, held up a finger for patience and slipped behind a curtain that covered most of one wall. He could hear rustling fabric and some faint plasticine scratching, and stood outside the curtain very curious.
"Okay, you can come in if you want," the voice emerged only slightly muffled from inside the curtains. He gingerly parted the curtains and peeked inside. What he saw was a very welcome sight β that of a bed. However to top it off this bed was covered with a fluffy white comforter, surrounded by plush pillows, and lit by a string of lights along the ceiling. The benefits of the curtains, the lockable soundproof door, and being two stories below the other slumbering occupants of this house all fell into place for him, and he began to hatch a plan for the evening.
"Hey, I just wanted to make sure it was cleaned up first. Yup this is where I sleep," she glanced at the bed in obvious embarrassment as to what happens on beds between boys and girls, and the forwardness of her showing it to him.
"Um, are you thirsty or anything? I have snacks and stuff..."
"No, I'm fine thanks, Nicole."
She loved the deep resonating quality of his voice. She liked hugging him when he talked just to feel the vibrations fill his chest and then travel through his body to hers. Now a different kind of vibrations were filling her body; her heart stuttered and skipped and a blush seemed to be permanently glowing across her cheeks. Nicole redirected her gaze from a faked point of interested and glanced at him, unintentionally freezing stock still as she looked up to meet the intense expression he held while he had been staring at her.
She still could not believe her luck; Ian was 6 foot 3, her favorite height, which was not easy to come by. He had perfectly broad shoulders with a wide chest to match, and a long torso above even longer legs. His hands engulfed hers whenever the two joined, and his modestly dressed but well muscled arms, abs, and thighs were a constant tease at her imagination. Now the look she had dreamed about so many times was standing there staring straight through to her insides and riveting her to the spot. His dark, short, straight hair still held moisture from the weather outside, and his oh-so-slightly olive skin was smooth and even over the planes of his face. The smoky slate-grey eyes, so dark as to be almost onyx at times, seemed to have a fire within, betraying what burned inside the rest of him.
Feeling like she needed some fresh air or else she would explode, so she smiled and ducked her head to walk past him, reaching the window and winding it open a crack. Before she turned around, she heard the jiggle of her doorknob and a soft metallic click as the lock was turned into place. Slowly circling to look at the door, Ian innocently smiled back, his long fingers still touching the lock.
"Can I take your coat for you?" He asked, smiling in mocking at the over-politeness of the offer. Without waiting for an answer he took the two steps he needed to get to her, and holding her shoulders, turned her away from him. Reaching around in front of her he unbuttoned the coat, unknowingly being responsible for a massive outbreak of goose bumps on her stomach. He then lifted the collar of the jacket on each side and folded it backwards so it successfully immobilized Nicole's arms.
"Hey! That's not fair β aah!" Her protest was cut very short by the slow, sucking kiss Ian had planted on her neck. "Ooh... Ian" The whisper came from her, now with eyes closed enjoying the wonderful feeling of his lips on her skin, at last. He was working his way up her neck while slowly rotating her back to facing him, his nose smelling the subtle clean scent of her skin, and the tropical fruity aroma from her hair.
They simultaneously inhaled each others breath before leaning in the last few inches to kiss. His mouth was wide and sweet, wonderfully soft yet insistent. Her lips nestled above and below his lower one, gently sucking. She couldn't stop herself from sucking his lip into her warm mouth and nibbling on it, eliciting an eager tightening of their embrace by Ian. Arms being trapped as they were, Nicole was relatively incapable of influencing their direction without pulling away from the contact of their torsos. Opening her eyes a slit, she watched Ian's strong jawbone move beneath the smooth-shaven and sensuously tanned skin.