- Concealed Steele
Date: Sunday, August 06, 2000
- Steele Chic <steelechic@hotmail.com>
Low on inspiration and time but unable to bear the thought
of not participating, this story is the result of three ideas
meshed into one and shaped to (kind of) fit the challenge framework.
It's short and sweet and slightly cheeky. Hope you like it.
Concealed Steele
by SteeleChic
steelechic@hotmail.com
Rated - ?? slight adult content
Permission to archive.
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She looked at her watch again briefly and picked up the pace
down the corridor and into the suite. No words were spoken as
she continued through to the inner office, or if there were,
she didn't hear them.
It had been so long. Or at least it felt that way. In reality,
it had only been a couple of weeks. And although they had both
known it would be inevitable that family, work and real life
would occasionally interrupt, still, it had been too long.
He looked up as she entered and she sighed knowingly, the air
thick with a common longing. She wondered if he felt the same
way, if he knew how just seeing him made her heart rate accelerate,
sending frissons of sensation coursing through her like bolts
of electricity.
Their eyes met and, with a shared need, they were across the
room and in each others arms in silent understanding. Lips met,
tenderly and chastely at first. But once was all it had ever
taken to spark a hunger, a passion, once ignored but now indulged.
Lips parted and tongues met, teasing, tasting, tantalizing, sliding
together in rhythmic undulations. When the need to breathe had
them coming up for air, he moved his lips to her ear, tracing
its delicate shell-like shape with his tongue, moved over her
jaw and down to her throat.
She had the most exquisite neck. Long and elegant, smooth and
pale like alabaster. And deliciously sensitive. Wherever his
lips touched and his tongue tasted made her writhe with pleasure.
The column of muscle that ran down the side, the curve of her
vocal cords as she rolled her head back to allow him greater
access. Accutely sensitive was the base of her neck, where the
line of her collar bone was outlined beneath her skin, never
more visible than now, when he had her arched in desire.
He loved the reactions he evoked in her. The delicate sighs,
the irresistible gasps. It thrilled him to know that he brought
her this much pleasure from such a simple act. He only hoped
she knew how much joy and pleasure she brought to him as well.
Each and every day, just by being by his side, by being a part
of his life.
A moan rose unbidden from her lovely throat as she stirred in
exquisite agony. In an attempt to quiet her, mindful of the fact
that they were not alone in the suite, he parted her knees with
one of his own and pressed his thigh up between her legs. He
caught her cry against his mouth as he fused
their lips together again.
It felt divine but she wanted more. She wanted it all, full body
contact and she wanted it now. Raising up on tip-toe, she pressed
herself as close as possible, so that their bodies fit together
in perfect alignment.
Through their kiss came a mischievous smile, "Why, Mr Steele,"
she murmured appreciatively, "Is that the Agency gun in
your pocket, or are you just glad to see me?"
- The End
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