Here we are with the next installment. I'm aware it's a bit shorter than normal, but personally I felt this moment in the chapter needed this focus. It's a bit of a roller coaster for all characters. As usual many thanks to Jaz, Asylum and the guild for their continuous help, feedback, nagging, demanding(yes! Haha) and editorial skills. SIW wouldn't have turned out this good if it wasn't for them, but also because of you all, my dear readers. I love and crave the constant feedback, so keep them coming.
Enjoy the reading.
Mokkelke.
SIW : Christopher Saint Ives – Whelan.
Chapter Four: Reunions.
They arrived at Chris' house just before noon. Their little intermezzo in Mia's shower made them a bit on the late side and Chris wanted to be sure he was on time. He wanted to order lunch first, before his guest would be arriving. Chris was really hoping Mia could understand why he waited to come clean.
He just stood still as Mia entered his top floor loft and watched her taking in the view. She had opted to wear a loose, long lilac dress, emphasizing her breasts with a dark purple ribbon tied snuggly just under her bosom. Her hair cascading down her back and the look of awe on her face made her look like a Greek goddess who just stepped out of a millennia old painting and was overwhelmed by everything around her.
"Chris, this place is beautiful. Oh my, look at that view!" she squealed when she stood in front of the window, which went from floor to ceiling. Turning around she said, "That is a killer view you got here. How did you find this place?"
"The building belongs to the pack." He shrugged. "But you're right, it's the view that made me want to live here."
Standing behind her now, he had his arms around her waist, his chin resting lightly on the top of her head. Together they looked out over the city below them, the traffic so small it looked like those tiny Matchbox cars.
"Come, you go exploring and I'll order in some lunch. Anything in particular you'd like to have?" Chris asked after a few minutes.
"Something light, a salad with chicken or anything like that," she answered. "Ooh and if you can get hold of those tiny cherry tomatoes? That would be good."
"Think I can manage that," he chuckled. Bending down he gave her neck a little kiss before he playfully swatted her buttocks. "You go exploring, I'll come and find you once I'm done placing our order. Then you can tell me what you think of this place besides the awesome view," he said as he winked.
With a large smile on her face he saw her slowly walking across the large kitchen annex living room. She studied the little pieces of art he had placed all over the place. Out of the corner of his eye he saw her picking up the odd piece and carefully putting it back down. Chris couldn't help but smile, almost each piece she'd picked up was somehow crafted by her own grandfather. He had watched each piece being crafted and was still was amazed what Merlin was capable off.
Quickly he called one of the nearby restaurants his pack owned, put in an order and told them to deliver it to his address right away. Tossing the phone on the counter he decided it was time to show Mia the new little trick he had learned. Closing his eyes he envisioned him holding Mia as they were just minutes ago then smiled as he suddenly felt her soft curves pressed against his hard body.
"What the fuck!" Mia screeched and tried to fight him off, but he quickly trapped her arms and reassured her everything was well.
"It's only me, Mia, I just wanted to show you a little something I seemed to have picked up last night," he explained.
Mia turned around, a surprised look on her face, "You scared the living daylights out of me, don't ever do that again!"
He couldn't help but smile, she looked so damn hot when she was angry. All he longed to do was bury his hands in her hair and kiss all her anger away until she would turn to putty in his hands. The idea of his hands roaming over her body had his groin stirring with interest and he tightened his arms around her, letting her feel what she did to him.
"Can't promise to never do this again, kinda like how easy this is to get around," he told her and winked.
Mia relaxed in his arms and snuggled closer.
"Just be careful of what you think of, you could crash into a wall," she said firmly.
"Really now?"
"Really, trust me, it's a 'been there, done that' – kind of thing," Mia replied.
"Ok, ok, I promise I'll be careful. Come on, I'll show you the rest of this place before lunch gets here," he relented, grabbed her hand and led her to the other side. Opening one of the huge sliding doors, he held out his arm, motioning her to go ahead.
She was surprised to see this little haven on top of the building. A lot of greens made it look like a secluded little garden with lots of pots, filled with a multitude of brightly colored plants and flowers. Slowly she walked around the rooftop garden, she even spotted a Jacuzzi hidden behind a few larger pots. This really looked like a little piece of heaven, sure it wasn't big, but this garden didn't need big. It felt large and secluded in the middle of town.
"This really is beautiful, Chris," she spoke respectfully. "Shame there are no animals to enjoy this."
"There is the occasional bird that visits, that's about it," he said, watching her walk around and touching all the different plants. After touching them, the plants seemed to be more lively, the flowers brighter, as if her touch woke them up.
Chris stood there, leaning against the sliding door, just admiring how she seemed to float everywhere. Vaguely he heard the doorbell, turned and went to answer it, letting Mia continue with her exploring. After accepting the bags of food, he set the table and then called out for Mia.
When she approached she took his breath away, again. He didn't know how she did it, but in a span of mere minutes she had a bright pink blush on her cheeks. Her hair hung loosely around her shoulders and she was out of breath, tempting his eyes to her heaving breasts. Gulping rapidly he tried to temper his lust, there were a few other things that took priority right now. He was sure he could indulge in more intimate things later on.
"Lunch is served, take a seat," he offered her as he pulled back a chair.
