I made my way up the stairs, Jersey, my chocolate lab in tow, sleep called out to me, every muscle in my body aching, deprived - begging for release, to relax for just a while. Not bothering with the lights, I stepped into my bedroom, unfastening my holster, gently placing it on a near by chair, my handcuffs and case next to my weapon, keys disappeared onto the floor, tearing away at my uniform, tossing it aside, scarred leather boots flying across the room, with one hand I unhooked my sheer black bra, the clasp busting free, flinging it aside, Jersey lay on one side of the bed, her dark eyes shifting around the room, watching the days clothes fall to the floor, barking when one stray boot hit the wall across the room.
The lights from the City below dimly danced around the room, I noticed Rosa, my cleaning lady had lit a fire in the hearth in the corner of the bedroom, ambers still kindling there, the heat adding to my drowsiness. Outside the night erupted with a booming thunder, lightening dancing across the sky, rain fell from above instantly, trickling down the window, a soft comforting melody filled my senses. Reaching for the black robe that rest on a near by chaise I wrapped the thick terry cloth material around my body, loosely belting it around my waist as I walked to the window, pushing the doors open, leaning outside the mist washing over my face, inhaling the mysteries of the night -- raking my hands through my hair, brushing it away from my face. With a heavy sigh, I shut the windows, made my way to the bed dropping the robe as I went.
Too fatigued to put on chemise, I slid between smooth cotton sheets that rested on the antique mahogany bed, sleep engulfing me like a virulent drug even before my head hit the mountain of pillows. I tossed and turned in my heavy sleep, the demons of the job haunting me, lingering about in the precious minutes, prelude-to-never-never land, reeking havoc on my slumber.
A visage called out to me, in the shadows of my scattered dreams. In the distance I heard him whispering my name. He came to me like a soother. A tonic. Brushing past all the doubts I harbored, all the worries I collected, the hidden pains buried deep inside, but not forgotten. The Past. The Present. The Future. A midst the fog, he reached out for me, pulling me out into a field laden with flowers, the blossoms intimate notes touching me, he smiled at me as he took my hand and lead me along the way to a cliff that over looked the breaking ocean.
My eyes danced about, taking in the country side. A familiar sense filled my soul. Knowing I had never been here before, at least not in this life time, but my soul has been here before, I had walked these hills, I had picked the flowers from this lush land, I had stood in this very same spot -- looking at him as I did now.
A suggestive smile played on his poetic mouth now, I marveled for a moment on the shape of his mouth, carved to perfection. Supple and ripe. He leaned in now, resting his brow to mine. No words spoken between us, there rarely was at these times when he came to me.
He sat down on the grassy hill over looking the water --- gently tugging me down with him, it was then that I noticed the strange frock that I wore, some sort of peasant dress in pale shades, darker hues overlapping, soft worn cotton. I lay back on the grass staring up at the billowy clouds above, as they drifted past, inhaling the salty air.
He lay next to me, supporting his head on one bent arm, fingers toying with the laces on the front of my bodice. Slowly untying each lace, the simple gown unfolding around my breasts.
I watched beneath cloaked eyelashes as he trailed one finger around the curve of one breast, pushing the soft fabric aside exposing creamy flesh to the sunlight. Dark eyes lingering on mine as one strong hand leisurely caressed down my side, rousing my awareness, following over the curve of my hip, holding me there, pulling me into him. Nuzzling the soft skin below my ear, full lips fastening on tender skin, nibbling, soft licks, the tip of his tongue tracing a moist path down my neck, flourishing under his touch, my breath came ragged, heavy.
He continued his journey south, between the swell of my breasts, leisurely circling one nipple, teeth gently scraping over taunt skin, hands softly squeezing at there fullness, cupping around the firmness.
Lips whispered down my torso, faint feathery touches, fluttering around my navel, the tip of his tongue diving into my belly button, laughter trembled from inside, I fought it as my body shook with delight. He explored lower, his velvety tongue flicked over my hip bone and back across in fluid strokes, teasing the sensitive skin there, then ever so slowly down my inner thigh. A whisper of bliss rushed past my lips, reaching down I ran my fingers through his short dark hair, gently tugging him upwards wanting desperately to taste him, to feel his lips on mine.
