Can't Fight The Moonlight

3 September

While this was all very amusing and we were having more than a bit of fun at Jack's expense, I wasn't laughing my ass off or rolling on the floor. I had had my moments the past few hours stifling myself, but on a high every time I thought about what was to come sometime later. So much so that when the plan came to fruition I was more appreciative than in hysterics. I'd cozied into the corner of the sofa watching, with a smidgeon of pride, as Colin worked his audience. His sense of humor had been one of the qualities I'd appreciated before we'd ever met. It had helped sustain us in the beginning of our incomparable relationship and had recently taken a back seat to too much seriousness because of the business ventures we had undertaken.

I was more than aware we'd gone a few rounds during the day, but seeing him standing there... smiling, laughing and flickers of light from the fireplace dancing around him...darting here and there...at times enveloping him; well, it was almost too much to handle. He continued to joke with Jack, but I was conjuring other scenarios for getting my jollies when his eye caught mine and he gave a knowing wink and an almost imperceptible nod. I picked up my empty coke can and made a quick exit to the kitchen.

"Hey, it's after ten. I'm going to head up to bed. Looks like we need to get some shopping done tomorrow. And besides, I'm still cold."

I threw my can in the trash and made swift work of getting under the covers in our room, but I could have pulled my clothes off one thread at a time before Colin showed up.

"Sorry, Jack and I...."

"I can't believe you stayed down there all this time....like that!"

"The joviality wore off rather swiftly after you'd gone."

"And so.....what? You couldn't tear yourself away from the fire keeping your ass warm? Even with the prospect of getting other body parts heated up?"

"I said I was....  Look, are you still up for it?"

"Well, I don't know. It's rather glacial in here. I've been waiting a long time. The pilot light has gone out."

"Is there, in any way, the possibility of reigniting?"

"I'm sure there is, but one would have to explore the instruction manual."

"Am I left to figure this out on my own?"

"Plausibly."

"Then I suppose I'll have to conjure a scenario. Give me a moment."

"No need, I've already plotted this."

"Have you now?"

"I had all that time to think while you were commiserating down there. So, for starters, ditch the shoes and jumper...not the jeans though."

"Hmmm, I see. Might I have time to clean up a bit?"

"Sure, knock yourself out and then meet me in the living room."

I followed him with my eyes until I was firm in the knowledge he was fully inside the bath. Then I jumped out of the bed, gathered the quilt and looked around the room to locate my scissors he had used earlier. I spied them on top of the triple dresser and shoved them securely inside one of the innumerable folds of the bunched up cover I had in my arms; just as I heard the water stop abruptly and Colin stuck his head out of the bathroom door.

"Did you seriously mean the living room?"

"I did."

"But what about?"

He was pointing in what I knew was the direction of Hilly and Jack's bedroom.

"So?"

"You're daft."

"I had thought more on the lines of adventurous."

"That it is. I'll be down shortly."

"Bye."

I waved, leaving him shaking his head. Once past the perimeters of the bedroom I pulled the scissors out of the quilt. It was reckless enough to be attempting this. I didn't need steel falling onto either ceramic or hard wood. With the place being all but void of any sounds, that noise would reverberate and wake the dead.

The instant I entered the living room there was little doubt Hilly had retreated before Colin and Jack. They may engage in episodes of Top Chef, but there would never be a claim laid to trying for Suzy Homemaker. At least they had piled on so much wood that the fire was still going...almost. I opened the screen, set two logs on it and went about removing the dirty wine glasses, empty bottles, skewers, condiments and a potato chip bag that had seen better days. I was in no mood to do dishes or anything close so I just dropped everything on the prep counter, found two more, clean, glasses and snatched up the last bottle of wine we'd laid in and returned to the living room. This had not been part of my plans and I'd lost precious moments of 'set up' time.

I ran, as best I could, and set the wine and glasses on the mantle, unfolded the quilt in front of the fire and used my robe to wipe crumbs and chip fragments off the coffee table. The floor could be swept tomorrow. I sat on the make-shift 'shag rug,' scissors behind me on the cover and waited.

"There you are."

"It's the only living room in the place."

"I thought you might have changed your mind. I checked the den and other bedroom on my way."

It wasn't unreasonable for him to have done so. We'd taken the main floor room at first, but when we realized it was just below the one Hilly and Jack were in we'd moved upstairs at the other end of the hall from them. It was actually more acoustically amenable.

"For someone who claimed, not five minutes ago, to be almost near frozen, you appear to have thawed nicely."

"Heat will do that to you."

"Specifically, what form of warmth?"

"Would you stop talking and get you and your breezy bottom breeches over here?"

"Easily done."

I stood there with the scissors under my foot as he walked slowly, almost calculating, to me and wrapped his arms around my waist then brushed back my hair as was his wont to do so often. To say he was already prepared for the forthcoming coupling would be an understatement. One could not mistake why he wore loosely fitting jeans all the time. I had other ideas, cheeky perhaps, but fun is sometimes a good thing along with the passion and fervor. While I had nothing to remove, he still had those jeans on. I waited as he took a step back to unleash himself and as he did I leaned down to retrieve the blades.

"What in bloody hell have you brought those for? Am I in dire straits?"

As my face lit up and a puckish smile crossed my face I had to assure him he was in no danger.

"You removed the back. I'm more interested in the front, so I decided I could help you out of there, in a manner of speaking."

"You are daft."

"Oh come on Colin, I can do this."

"You want me to entrust my lifeblood to you and two shards of cold steel?"

"Yes."

"I can't do this...I'm deflating."

"I can fix that too."

He stood there in total disbelief. I had to convince him this would be an adventure.

"You have to know I wouldn't ever hurt you."

Then, as if a light went on or he got the idea.

"Let's have a go."

He moved closer and into more firelight. Then I unzipped him and started cutting a circle from one side of the zipper, down, across and up the other side. I wanted to leave the waist band so that the jeans wouldn't fall off of him. Then, just as I finished, I don't know why he did, but he jumped with my attempt at the final snip....

"Oh Christ, I'm injured."

"You shouldn't have jumped, let me look."

"How will I explain?"

"Shut up, it's just a scratch, not even any blood."

"Yes, I know."

He took the scissors and let them fly. You could tell they landed on the fireplace as we landed on the floor.

"You once said you would do a western if ever offered, well, now you have your chaps so ride 'em cowboy."

"Was this the plan?"

"No, this was."

As he laid on top of me and our legs intertwined it was obvious the minor mishap was not holding him back in a way, shape or form. No, he was in top form and what he had insisted was going down had made a swift recovery. I could also tell this was going to be slow and easy. We had all night.

He lay there, staring into my eyes with his hands on either side of my face. One hand started outlining my face as he continued to stay silent. Then he covered my mouth with his, allowing his tongue to dart into me as far as it would go while he sucked the breath from my throat. At that instant, further down my anatomy, another protrusion plunged into me as far as it would go. Needless to say that was more pleasure than the tongue had been and perhaps more so because I had waited for this since he had mooned everyone. We were going slow and easy and finally I forced us to roll over with me on top. I sat up on him to be able to hold the floor and come down on him harder and faster. It was absolutely fantastic for a time until....

"Could we use the sofa? This floor is very hard on ones back."

"And backside?"

He sat up on his elbows with me still impaled on his enchanted sword when we heard a noise and our heads turned simultaneously towards the doorway. There was Jack, standing there, looking like a ghost and leaving in a split second. We turned to each and broke out laughing, got up and continued on the love seat where we had left off.