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It was a horrible way to wake up. It wasn't that the sound was all that irritating, or that it came so early in the morning, which it did. It was the implication of what it meant.
"What is that?" Ann asked; her voice groggy as she struggled to remember where she even was.
"It's my phone," Neil replied as he fumbled for his mobile device, his hand brushing over the toy gun that was lying next to it on the side table near the bed.
Sitting straight up in bed, she went into a panic. "Oh my God... something's wrong!"
"We don't know that. We don't even know who it is yet. Relax." He began lovingly stroking the soft skin of her lower back, hoping to settle her fears as he flipped the phone open. "Hello?"
The calmness in his voice had a soothing effect on her, as did the tender way he was rubbing her body. He was so at ease, still lying on his pillow as he talked. If something was really wrong, she never would have known the way he was acting. Of course, he wasn't saying much, his words short.
"Really?" he said, followed by, "Wow," and "I see."
He smiled at Ann early, nodding that everything was okay, her heart still pounding wildly from being awakened in such a way. Her eyes had barely adjusted to the dark of the room, but she could see him mouth "Owen is fine," which was what she needed to know more than anything. But that still left many questions. If her son was fine, that obviously meant the person that called was either Brenda or Eddie, as they were the couple watching him during their weekend getaway. And if they called that early on a Sunday morning, there had to be another compelling reason to do it.
"Okay... thanks for the heads up. We'll be careful." There was a gap in the conversation as he listened. "Yeah, we'll see you later," he nodded. Then he laughed. "Trust me, I will. Thanks again."
Hanging up, he set the phone on the table, picking up the hotel phone and putting it to his ear. "What's going on? Is everything okay? Hell, what time
IS
it?"
"It's a little after six. Owen is fine, babe. He's still sleeping, and he's been having a great time," he said as he hung up the other phone.
He quickly got out of bed and slipped on his boxers, walking toward the bathroom. "Well why did they call?" she asked. She heard him close the door, not wanting to flood the room with light. Then again, he always closed the door when he went. But this time he never bothered to turn the light on, which was odd. All of his behavior was odd. He wasn't telling her what was going on, and he was being very cryptic in his words and his mannerisms, like he was suddenly on guard.
"Neil, will you please tell me what's going on?"
"It's nothing. Go back to sleep Pamela," he said, his way of letting her know their weekend of pretending to be James Bond and his latest Bond girl wasn't quite over just yet.
He had grabbed a robe the inn provided from the back of the bathroom door, slipping it on as he came back toward the bed. She watched him pick up the gun and his phone, slipping them into the pockets, not bothering to close the front. His sexy chest was showing, as well as his black silk boxers as he padded across the hardwood floor in his bare feet toward the door. He grabbed the room key off a table next to it, opening the latch.
"Where are you going?"
"I have to check on something. Stay here. I'll be back in a few minutes."
"Why won't you tell me what's going on?"
"I don't have time to explain. I have to get downstairs before it's too late."
"Neil, I --"
"The name's Bond. James Bond."
She actually snorted. Whatever was going on, it wasn't so serious that she should be freaking out. He was obviously being playful. If it was something that was important, she was certain he would have continued to break character like he had when he first answered his phone and just told her. Instead, he quickly returned to being Bond. Still, he obviously had something in mind. Perhaps it was a sudden surprise on his end. Not wanting to spoil it, she took a deep breath and called on her patience.
"Okay, James. But where's my Beretta, just in case?"
"It's where I left it," he grinned, happy that she was giving up the line of questioning. Happier still that she'd decided to continue to follow his lead in the play they were acting out. "Now stay put. I won't be long."
It turned out longer than she expected. She wasn't sure
how
long it had been, but she couldn't go back to sleep. Her mind raced, wondering what it all meant. As the minutes accumulated, she was gradually attacked by her inquisitive nature. She wanted to just call Brenda and ask her what was up. She even went so far as to reach for her own mobile phone before she remembered she'd foolishly allowed the battery to run down. Even worse, she neglected to bring the charger.
"So much for being prepared," she griped at herself.
Restless, she tossed off the covers, thinking she'd look up the number in the little book in her purse. Turning the knob of the lamp on the nightstand, the room remained dark.
"Huh?" she thought, wondering if she needed to flip a wall switch to turn it on. She hopped out of bed, moving to the wall. But when she flipped the switch nothing happened. At that point she figured she'd changed the position of the knob of the lamp, and she was now working against herself. Being resourceful, she grabbed her overnight bag, finding a small flashlight and the address book she was looking for.
"Yeah... who's prepared now," she laughed, finding the number she was looking for. Picking up the hotel phone, she pressed down on the disconnect button several times, unable to get a dial tone. Realizing the line was dead, she hung it up. "What the hell is going on?"
A minute later she was back in bed, lying on her side as she stared toward the door. Her hand was now clutching the toy gun underneath her pillow, having retrieved it from the holster he'd tossed into a bag the night before; the bag he had set on the desk across the room. She wasn't sure what was going on... just that Neil did. And if he was going to such great lengths to be James Bond and make the end of their weekend more special, she was going to go along with it, no matter what.
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While Ann didn't get to spend her entire Saturday in bed like she'd originally envisioned the day Neil told her he'd made a weekend reservation at a Colonial era inn, it was close enough. And it was everything she imagined it would be.
They'd slept in late; waking only when the sun made its way through the cracks of the blinds covering the window. She couldn't remember the last time she didn't have to get up; only that it was before she'd had a baby. It seemed much longer than just eleven months, and she reveled in the feel of the warm coverings over her naked body.
He took advantage of her lack of clothing almost the moment they looked in each others' eyes. At least he had intentions to, but he postponed those lascivious thoughts, wanting to clean up first. Placing his finger over her mouth, she knew not to talk. But she did giggle when he carried her to the bathroom, where they showered and shaved... each other. It was aquatic foreplay, all done in silence. But they were cautious not to go too far, neither one of them willing to start something that they'd be compelled to finish there.
He carried her back to the ornate bed, placing her in the exact spot she'd been before, crawling over her body and settling in next to her.
"Good morning, Miss Bouvier," he whispered as he leaned in for a kiss.
"Good morning, James," she replied in a hushed voice, her breath caught by his lips as he pressed them against hers.
They literally kissed and caressed for almost an hour, the two of them becoming lost in each other. There was no rush, no hurry to move on to something else. They acted like they had all day, because they did. It was sensual, and sexual; it was foreplay at a level neither of them had experienced before. It was the kind of thing that could make someone fall in love; in this case, all over again.
She couldn't help but contrast what they were doing to what he put her through the night before. How he'd so wonderfully tortured her with his mouth, dragging out the preamble to the hard fucking he would eventually give her over an hour later. This was so much tamer, yet it was lasting even longer. The biggest difference was she was in no hurry for it to end. Yes, she was turned on, even dripping with excitement, but neither one of them seemed desperate to move on to something more physical.
They eventually did, making love for over an hour, the two becoming entangled into one, coupled intimately. He would slowly thrust, she would whimper. She would gently grind, he would moan. It was a symbiotic dance, their bodies melded together in perfect harmony. Her orgasms weren't so much powerful as they were prolonged, the buildup long and soaring. And while the climaxes weren't necessarily explosive, the aftershocks lingered in a way that made it seem like they might never stop.
His climax was like most he had. What was different was the length of time he remained hard inside her afterward. She wondered if that was the cause of the tremors she kept having. He wondered if the way her walls convulsed over his shaft were the reason he never softened.
Eventually pulling out, he rolled her over onto her side and entered her from behind, spooning and cuddling with her like that until they fell back to sleep.
When they woke up, they had brunch in their room. Then they made love twice more, resisting the urge each time to flat out fuck. Having to control those carnal desires made it much more intense. It also was gradually building up the need for the very thing they were fighting; another aggressive, heated fuck like the one they'd had the night before.
They ordered room service again, having a light dinner before they started getting ready to go out. At first, she thought of protesting, thinking it better to just stay in the room like she'd dreamed. Then again, that dream had been to make love all day. But when she watched him walk into the bathroom to take another shower, all she could think about was the way he'd fucked her hard and deep the night before, and how she literally squirted when she came during it. She wondered if he'd fuck her ass later that night, secretly wishing he would.
