For those of you who've not yet indulged in "Perhaps Another Time," I want to give you a taste of it here. Mmm, maybe a bit more than a taste ... how about a mouthful?Now, to set the scene, allow me to introduce ex-factory-girl,Amanda Levesque. Having lived the first 25 years of her life in the 1800s, she is now in a whole new world ... our own 2014. Needless, to say her take on matters of a sexual nature are more than a little more ... shall we say, modest, than those of her fiance, Jesse Randall, musician and jingle-producer from the present day. This scene takes place shortly after a violent quarrel over whose century really is better. Enjoy!
* * * *
Jesse was startled awake sometime around two by the first
loud clap of thunder. His eyes flew open and, through the skylight over his
bed, he saw bright angry flashes of lightning and heard their crackling
reports. As he came wider awake he noticed that the rain was falling in
torrents. After a few more minutes he dragged himself out of bed, wearing only
the navy boxers he slept in, and went to close the vulnerable living room
windows. After cranking them shut he started back to his room.
He
detoured into the kitchen to check the window there. Then, a heavy clap of
thunder drew his attention toward the Florida room. There he saw Amanda’s stark
silhouette against the patio door just as it was backlit by couple of flashes.
She
was gazing outside, seemingly unaware that he stood in the doorway behind her. He
was about to announce his presence so as not to startle her when, without
turning, she spoke first.
“When
I was a little girl, and there was a thunderstorm, Papa was always afraid. He
would gather all of us to come sit with him by the window, where he would
remain until the storm passed, even if it took half the night.” She paused,
then said, “I suppose I have inherited some of his traits after all.”
As
she spoke, Jesse came up behind her. He placed his hands on her shoulders and
touched his lips to the back of her head. “I’m sorry, Mandy,” he said softly. “I
am.”
He
felt a little laugh lift her shoulders. “How did you know I was awake and out
of bed?”
“Well,
I ...” He decided not to tell her about the windows. “I just did.”
“Hm.”
Amanda turned toward him and for the first time noticed his state of dress. And
he, hers. She drew in a quick breath at the sight of his near-nakedness. Jesse
did the same when he saw that she was wearing her knee-length nightshirt and perhaps
little else.
* * *
Amanda considered leaving to put on something more appropriate. Seconds later she was surprised to realize how little it seemed to matter now. She was no less surprised to discover that she was not at all offended by the sight of his bare chest. She was flustered, however. Not to mention captivated. Lightning flashed white across it, making it look like sculpted ivory. She saw the hard muscles of his breast rise and fall above his heavy breaths and beneath a broad T of hair. It was tawny gold, she imagined, but now silver in the flashes of searing white light. And that ever-present charge flared between them in full force.
Many
seconds passed before she became aware of her indiscreet gaze. “Oh ... forgive
me,” she said in an embarrassed whisper.
“There’s
nothing to forgive,” Jesse said just before the loudest clap of thunder yet. It
was deafening, nearly synchronized with the lightning, and it made them both
jump closer together. His hands squeezed tighter around her elbows and he
smiled comic relief as the boom echoed away and the mesmerizing sound of the
rain could be heard again. “I’d be happy to ride ‘er out with you,” he offered
without a trace of patronizing. Amanda looked deep into his eyes for the first
time in many hours and smiled.
“Boy,
do I miss seeing that,” he said, shaking his head in wonder. She gave him
another, and together they walked over to the loveseat. A strange sort of calm
flowed through them, though the storm raged on.
Jesse
sat down and drew her down beside him. She considered one last time putting on
something more discreet, but Jesse seemed no longer concerned by their lack of
dress and, despite the lightning, the room remained sufficiently darkened.
Here
they watched the storm together and, at times, she hoped that it might last
forever for it felt so good to be held. She smiled inwardly when he continued
to hold her long after the thunder had moved away, leaving only the sound of
the rain in its wake.
Amanda
listened to it spatter heavily onto the glass above them for a moment. Softly,
she said, “This is nice, sitting here. Even with the darkness and the rain.”
Jesse
smiled. “Why don’t you put the TV on — just to brighten the room a little.” Amanda
reached over and pressed the remote’s on button, having already mastered
the modern custom of not even bothering to lift it off the end table. She
settled back, then lurched forward when a scene came on showing a prim English
gentleman and his short, mustached servant lifting off in a balloon from the
streets of Paris.
Amanda
could not believe what she was seeing. “Oh, mon Dieu, do you know what
that is?”
Jesse
grinned. “Mm-hm. And something tells me you do, too.”
She
watched some more, her elbows resting on her bare knees, her expression growing
more certain. “That, sir,” she said, settling back into the crook of his arm,
“is Around The World In Eighty Days by Jules Verne. You’ve heard of it? It’s
still known?”
“Of
course it is. But I didn’t know you’d seen it already.”
She
feigned impatience with his teasing. “It was a book long before it was a — a
movie. And yes, I’ve read the book. Several times, in fact. I’d know Phileas
Fogg and Passepartout anywhere.” She chuckled. “They’re just as I’ve always
imagined.”
She
became lost in the beauty, the majesty, and the romance of the French
countryside. It was as intoxicating as champagne. “My grandparents were born in
France,” she whispered, shaking her head. “It’s even more beautiful than I
could have imagined.”
Jesse
drew wisps of her hair back behind her ear and he said, “Hey, Mandy, look ...
you get to fly over France after all, if only on TV. Someday we’ll do it for
real. I promise.”
She
smiled and continued to gaze dreamily at the scenery as it moved from farmlands
and vineyards to the snow-topped Alps and beyond. She pressed herself a little
more snugly against his chest.
* * *
Jesse drank in the scenery of her parted lips and soft eyes. Never had she ever looked more beautiful or more filled with passion than at that moment.
Never
had he felt more pain. What if something were to go wrong and Amanda became
trapped in the past? And what if he couldn’t get back there to her? The chance
of something like that happening was perhaps small in percentage points but
frightening in its implication. He had to go with her, damn it, no
matter how much she kicked and screamed. They were engaged and he intended to
keep it that way.
They
couldn’t very easily maintain any kind of a relationship if each of them were
stuck in different centuries.
But
just then he glanced at her again and marveled at the strength and
determination he saw there now, thinking as well of the courage she’d displayed
in making her decision to go back alone. He found himself torn between honoring
her request, and going back to 1879 with her in spite of it.
He
stared out at the rain for a moment. “It’s just so impossible for me to think
of letting you go back there alone.”
In
a soft voice, Amanda answered, “As I’ve said before, I am quite capable.”
“I
know you are. But there would be that slight chance that something would go
wrong beyond your control. And that’s what I have so much trouble
dealing with.” He turned toward her. “I didn’t mean to yell at you earlier.”
Amanda
smiled. “Yes, you did. And I understand why. But, somehow you must understand
that I’m doing this because I
love you. You live a wonderful life here and I simply cannot bear the thought
of you losing it. I couldn’t live with myself.” She took his hand in hers. “Let
me be strong, as the women of your time have taught me. And I promise that, by
the grace of God, I’ll return to you and become one of them.”
Jesse
sighed in a sign of acceptance. “So when do you think you’ll leave?”
“After
dark — when I won’t be seen leaving the mill.”
His
lips formed into a despondent wow.
* * *
Amanda closed her eyes to block the sight and, a second later, felt those same lips upon hers. In another second, their arms were flung around one another and they kissed as never before. Their tongues were fever-hot and they darted and probed as their hands sought to memorize the landscape of each other’s body in exacting detail.
Jesse raised his hands to cup her face, then to trace its
outline, feeling the constrictions in her throat as she suckled him. Amanda
ravaged his hair with frantic fingers desperate to know every wave. Jesse used
his lips to draw her tongue deep into his mouth and she responded for the first
time by thrusting it in and drawing it back so expertly that neither could help
but see the danger ahead. He broke free for a moment and kissed her neck all
over until he’d cooled down.
But
when he returned his lips to hers she resumed her probing assault upon his
restraint and he soon forced himself to break free once again. He placed a
series of quick kisses lower and lower upon her chest until he reached the
place where her flesh became soft enough to drive him mad. He continued to move
hopelessly toward the edge and he knew it. Nonetheless, he gave her mouth a
taste of her own teasing. She answered with a series of feather-light touches
across the breadth of his bare chest.
“Mmm
... Mandy,” he breathed against her skull.
“Ah,
que je t’aime,” she breathed huskily against his chest, her breath hot from
a month of suppressed longing.
They
had slid forward on the loveseat and the hem of Amanda’s nightshirt had ridden
far up her thighs. Jesse riveted his gaze upon them, her white skin reflecting
the many colors of the movie’s scenery flickering on the TV screen. His left
hand dropped to her knees and he began to caress her legs softly and sensually,
in ever-widening, ever-climbing ovals. At once their breathing quickened as
they careened down a reckless road toward the brink.
As
his hands dared themselves higher, Amanda clearly saw up ahead the looming
point of no return. The bold, foolish touch moved higher still and mingled with
the masculine scent of him, mingled with the hardness of his chest beneath her
own daring fingers, mingled with the sound of unashamed murmurs and moans
accompanied by the film’s mesmerizing music.
Amanda
felt her body arch in response to this onslaught of fantastic and frightening
sensations that threatened to crumble the last of her defenses. She felt her
breasts straining desperately against her nightshirt. Seconds later she gasped
when his hand left her thighs to cup and caress her breast as if stroking the
kitten that was plumped in three-dimensional relief by it. He grazed her nipple
with his fingertips, ignoring her Victorian morals, and it sprang toward him. He
grasped and kneaded it between his thumb and forefinger and this time her gasp
was loud enough to break him from the spell his desire had upon him.
“Mandy,”
he whispered hoarsely into her ear, “this is getting dangerous.”
“Shh.”
She pressed a fingertip to his lips. “It’s getting wonderful. Before I go back,
I think I want to know something about this ‘passion’ thing.”
As
the unspoken words just in case hung over them like melting icicles,
their eyes locked together. With them Jesse and Amanda told one another all
that needed to be heard and sought all that needed to be found.
She
reached back and quickly located the mute button on the remote.
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Until next time!
Love,
Maggie
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