Beth was opening the front door even before he'd gotten there. He noticed that she was still wearing her same outfit from dinner tonight; she hadn't even bother to try and turn in for the night.
He was barely on the steps when she stepped forward to greet him. Draped her arms over his shoulders, pulling him close. "I'm so glad to see you," she said, placing a soft kiss on his lips. The gesture was warm, giving; she tasted of oranges and the hint of wine, at the edge of sensation. "I was starting to get a little worried," she admitted.
Mike savored the hug before loosening his hold on her. "I knew you would be worrying. It's not real late though. Thanks for waiting up."
"I wasn't worried because it was late," she explained. "I was worried because you were off playing super-hero with two guys you didn't know from Abraham. Plus, it's my job to worry about you," she grinned, now that she knew he was safe, allowed herself to. "It was in the fine print of the contract, right under the 'until death do us part' part."
"I know it's your job to worry about me. It's good to be home."
Taking his hand, slowly leading him inside, to the warmth of the house, she looked over her shoulder at him. "So..." she asked, "how was your first night as Elysium City's number one superhero?"
A sort of shy smile washed over his face. "We'll, the city doesn't know I'm here yet. But tonight was interesting I'll say that. That was Jonas who dropped me off. The one who was following us."
"Uh-huh," she said, leading him inside. "What does he do? Aside of seeing the future, that is." Looking back where his car had just been a moment ago. "He's obviously not some kind of super-mechanic, that's for sure."
"You're right. That car might need to be put down. His ability to see a bit into the future is the extent of his abilities."
"We went and talked to Adam. He has some psychic powers. The three of us are going to try and find out what was in Jonas' vision to try and prevent anything real bad from taking place."
She closed the door behind them. Locked it.
"So what did this Jonas guy see, exactly?" she asked, frowning slightly. "Obviously it couldn't have been too good, huh?"
"No. He saw a man running down an alley. A group of armored men were after him. It appeared like this man was in big trouble, along with all the innocent bystanders."
She frowned. "Innocent bystanders?" she asked. "Where's this gonna happen at? What kind of alley has innocent bystanders in it?"
"It looked like the fight spilled elsewhere into a populated area. Seemed like some more bad things to come from it."
"Right now there isn't much of a plan. What to do will be on my mind now I'm sure. Tomorrow if you are home and get a call from either Jonas or Adam take a message. Not sure about them going along yet, but I will be taking a look around Iron Town tomorrow night."
Beth nodded. By then, the two of them were walking up the stairs, deeper into the house. She was taking off the sweater she had on, revealing a tight black top beneath it. "You're not taking them with you?" she asked quizzically. "What kind of super-heroes are these two yahoos, anyway?" she cocked a brow. "What are they planning to do? Watch you round up the bad guys by yourself on the six o'-clock news?"
"Well that might be about it. They aren't the 'field' type of superheros. Adam may be able to do something as far as a mental attack. I will be the one doing the fighting when it comes down to it." Mike knew that would give Beth something else to worry about.
She sighed. "Wonderful," she shook her head. "Sounds to me like you need to round up some more good guys to help even up the odds. I hate the idea of you going toe-to-toe with all of 'em just by yourself," she said, squeezing his hand gently. "I know you can take care of yourself, but--"
She shook her head again, leaving it just at that.
"So, looks like you mostly worried about me tonight, huh? Did you have anything else to eat?
She'd led him into the bedroom. In the corner of the room, she'd broken out the little inflatable mattress they'd brought with them on the trip, already had it made with a comfortable-looking topping of sheets and pillows. "Yeah," she said. "They had a fruit basket waiting for us on the kitchen counter...kind of a welcome to the neighborhood, thing, I guess," she shrugged. "The oranges are pretty good," she opined. "And there's plenty left. I know you've gotta be pretty hungry, by now."
Upon seeing the mattress setup, Mike started thinking of some other more pleasant things. This wasn't the first time the bedroom had been setup in this manner.
"I don't know about you, but I'm ready to hit the sack. I'm looking forward to work, but now it will be harder to focus on things on a non-heroic nature."
Beth turned to him, dropping down to a seat on the corner of the little mattress. Folded her arms across her ample chest. "Yeah?" she said, arching a brow while barely suppressing a michevious grin. "So no breaking in the new house tonight?" she asked. "Is that what you're trying to say?"
She chuckled gently, blue eyes twinkling in the room's light.
Mike answered with a coy look of his own, as well as undressing. "What was I thinking?" Mike joined Beth on the mattress and looked into her eyes. "I'm not quite ready to sleep yet."
Beth met Mike's eyes with hers, sparkling blue in the light of the bedroom.
She reached up and began to unbutton the top of his shirt. Reaching in through the space she created, she touched his chest with the smoothness of her fingers, spreading them wide as she rubbed the hard flat of his breast. "Me neither," she said. "Nervous energy from me staying up late worrying," she plead.
He ran his fingers through her hair. "I got some surplus energy too."
She craned up her neck and kissed the hollow of his throat once...then twice, then a hundred times, trailing down the thrumming of his pulse, leaving a trail of sensation as her legacy where she'd passed. Her free hand was unbuttoning more of his shirt and she stood upright on her knees to face him.
Mike's smile and loving look into her eyes was Beth's cue to keep going.
Untucking his shirt from his pants, she threw her arms around his neck, began to kiss him passionately. Stroked his cheek with the flat of her hand, pulling back only slightly so she could look into his eyes again. "I forgot to tell you...I've got one more super power," she whispered breathlessly, "besides talking to roadkill."
"Oh really?" Mike replied, definitely intrigued.
Beth kissed down the front of his face, down his chin until she was at the top of his chest. She rubbed the trunk of him, feeling the muscle there, grazing it lightly with the edges of her nails.
"Wanna see it?" she asked.
"I would love to see what you can do. I have full confidance in your abilities."
Beth unbuttoned the remainder of Mike's shirt, taking each button with care, one at a time. When it was finally undone, she put the flats of her hands on his stomach, stroked up his chest once, feeling the strong contours of his chest, delighting in the rush she caused to flutter through his skin as she did it. Then, she retraced her path, finding her fingers tucked into the top of his waistband.
Mike closed his eyes and thought nothing of his loving wife's touch. She was everything he ever wanted in a woman.[/color]
Abruptly, she pulled him to herself.
And then Beth raised up on her knees as high as she could, until she was upright against his body. Shorter than he, it gave her perfect access to his neck, which she began to kiss passionately, sucking and nibbling along the edge of his collarbone. Blowing hot breath across the wetness her kisses trailed, the act like setting his skin aflame....
Mike held her close, kissed the top of her head. His hands went to her top, slowly lifting up and over her head and then arms.
He could feel her beginning to open his belt, the top of his pants.
Whispered in his ear. "I love you, baby."
And in the moment...there was no denying it.
"I love you. More than I could ever show you in a lifetime. But I'll never stop trying."
She had the button of his pants opened, undid the zipper by peeling the two tops of the band apart. He felt them tumble around him, gathering down around his knees. "You don't have to prove anything to me, baby," she said. "I know."
He lifted his feet out of his pants, shoving them off to the side. A stray thought came into his mind, Mike wondered what it would be like to touch Beth's mind with his own. If he were telepathic, their intimacy could go even higher.
She kept kissing around his neck, up to his lips when he looked down to take her in. Her eyes were shut tightly in the throes of bliss. He could feel the heat of her small hand, cupping his manhood, below his waist, sending chill lightning all through his groin and up the length of his spine.
So beautiful he thought. He thanked God for bringing her into his life.
She parted her kisses for a moment, leaning back on her heels.
Opened the front of her sweater. Left it atop their makeshift sheets.
Crossed her arms and lifted her shirt up off over her head. Mike saw the way that it made her blonde hair bounce as she did it, her heavy, full breasts do the same, beneath her lacy black bra.
He watched her reach up to the center of her cleavage. Pop the clasp of it.
Locked eyes with him.
"Lean back," she whispered.
Mike almost had to remind himself to breathe as he studied every inch of his wife. Doing as instructed he leaned back slightly. His eyes were glued to hers. He thought of hte joy they were about to share with each other.
Beth's body was a set of curves in cream.
He took her in completely, from the curves of her shoulders, gently sloping, to her pendulous breasts, hanging before him. The first time he'd ever heard of Beth Cornwall in high school, it was from a couple of seniors who were hanging out by his locker, talking about the new freshman girl who filled out a sweater better than any of the upperclassmen. It hadn't been why he'd sought her out, fallen in love with her, but there was no denying that they'd had a point, even then.
Mike's hands reached out to hold both of those amazing breasts. A gentle squeeze as he pushed them in to her chest, then moving his hands across the nipples, back and forth.
