by
Anakin
(anakin_skywallkr@hotmail.com)
"So? What do you want to do now?" He asked.
"Oy I’ll tell you, after the day we had today, all I want to do is take off my clothes and get into bed."
"Tired?" He said, offering her his elbow.
"Yes… awfully." She repressed a yawn and looked at him smiling. "Thank you so much for the day Mr. Sheffield."
"You are very welcome Miss Fine." He said tenderly, giving her a peck on the lips.
She sighed of contentment and rested her head on his shoulder while they exited the Hall.
They arrived at the hotel lobby where he retrieved his key, and took the elevator to his room. She was repressing yawn after yawn, finding support on his shoulder.
Maxwell enjoyed her proximity, and the fact that he could take care of her as if she were a little girl.
They finally reached his room and entered it.
With a sleepy face, Fran took off her shoes and went to sit on the sofa.
"Look Miss Fine, take the bathroom first, and then the bed. I’ll sleep on the couch."
"Oy Mr. Sheffield, stop with that, would you? 1- The only arms I’d like to be in right now are Morpheus’, not yours – sorry." she added with a very tired smile "2- We’re both adults, we can behave for just a night right?…"
He was a bit embarrassed, but he had to admit she had a point.
"All right…"
"It’s settled then…" She said, standing up, and reaching for her carry-on. She rummaged into it to retrieve her toilet case and her pajamas. Suddenly she looked at him a little bit embarrassed.
"Err… Mr. Sheffield… please, do not get wrong ideas…"
"What?"
"I packed in a hurry and I forgot my pajamas…"
He chuckled and went to open his own suitcase, retrieving one of his shirts from it.
"Here, take this…"
"Thanks…" And she went to the bathroom.
Maxwell sighed and took off his jacket before getting rid of his tie and cufflinks. He placed them on the night stand, and took off his shoes before going to sit down on the couch, visibly puzzled.
After a while, she came out of the bathroom, wearing his shirt only. She looked so adorable and… Sexy… He had troubles containing himself… the first two studs were opened and she had turned the collar up. The bottom of the shirt reached her mid-thighs, but what he found even more enticing about her was that she had removed all of the make-up she usually had…
He stared at her, transfixed, but she was far too tired to even notice his dazzled expression. She yawned and casually threw her clothes on a chair.
"Which side of the bed?" She asked.
"Huh?" was all he could answer.
"Which side of the bed do you sleep on?"
"Oh-err… left…"
"That’s my side…" she said drowsily, yawning for the hundredth time.
He smiled tenderly. "All right, just this once then…"
She walked to the bed, opened the sheets and lay down, instantly falling asleep.
He sighed, got up, and went to retrieve his own pajamas from his suitcase before going to the bathroom.
After brushing his teeth, he looked at himself in the mirror.
"You’re a bloody idiot Maxwell Sheffield!" he muttered. Then he sighed, resigned, opened the cold water faucet, and splashed his face and torso, his breath short.
He silently came out of the bathroom and walked to his side of the bed. He sat down, briefly looked at her evenly breathing form, switched off the light, and lay down in his turn.
Of course, he had troubles finding sleep…
The time he spent, eyes wide opened, turned on the side opposite hers, afraid that if he dared move and face her, he might lose all his self control, he used it to think. Think of how their relationship had evolved recently. What he had confessed Niles on that damn Valentine’s day when she had been held hostage at the bank, what he had told her through the megaphone, that he did not regret having said he loved her… He had not really realized it at the time, but somehow, he had reached the next step. Were his hormones leading the way?… He knew damn well his feelings went far beyond his undeniable physical attraction to her. Yes of course, why he was not sleeping was mostly his hormones’ doing at this precise moment, but the gentle kiss they had shared on that bench while posing along their stroll in the afternoon was most certainly not. She had looked so in love when his eyes had met hers, it had felt so right to hold her that way, like a very much in love couple…
She stirred in her sleep.
… Sleeping next to her while they’re were both sound in body and mind was a sheer torture. The last time they had shared a bed, he had been stunned by high concentrations of medicine, and she had been drunk… He hadn’t even noticed when she had come to bed. But now… Oh God!…He resolutely shut his eyelids and tried to sleep…
Daylight through the partially opened curtains awoke him. He checked his watch on the night stand: 7:42 am. Strange how jetlag did not have such a strong effect on him. He turned and his eyes met her sleeping face. He would never forget that display. He smiled slightly and stared at her, enjoying seeing her without any artifice, and probably in the most relaxed state he would ever see her.
She opened her eyelids suddenly, and for a moment, they stared at each other intensely. Then Maxwell gently reached out to touch her cheek, making her close her eyes shyly at his touch. He raised his head a little and gave her a gentle kiss on the lips. He withdrew a little, looking at her. She looked at him, faintly surprised, and for a moment neither of them moved, then Maxwell bent again, and gave her a more sensual kiss. Although she was surprised, she gladly kissed him back, pulling his head to hers with her hands.
She shivered when she felt his hand gently undo the buttons of the shirt he had given her, and start to caress the skin of her throat, her breast, her side. Taking his example, she slowly opened the top of his pajamas, while his kisses became even more passionate. She could not believe this was finally happening. He was actually making love to her on his own initiative…
Maxwell felt his temperature raise as he felt her bare skin upon his. He wanted to know everything about her, discover her like he never had before. His lips were everywhere on her body, he felt inebriated by the softness of her pale skin. He moved downward, tickling her navel with the tip of his tongue. He got rid of his pajamas bottom in an instant, eager to feel entirely free against her. She pulled his head up to kiss him, moaning slightly. He smiled and his lips entwined with hers, while he shifted his position to pay her the respect she deserved.
She gasped for air as he did so, and let him guide her on the slow and intoxicating path he had chosen to lead her on. He tried to be as slow and attentive as he could. Never in his life had he made love to a woman the way he currently was. Even with Sara, because both were totally different women, period. There simply was no possible comparison. Fran was all passion and fire, along with a kind of innocence that touched him deep inside. Her body and soul moved in unison with his, as if they had been doing this for ages. Yes, she was the perfect match for him, in all the senses of the expression.
She suddenly breathed his first name over and over, reaching the ultimate point of their ascension. He wasn’t far behind…
He gathered her in his arms and they both waited for their breaths to return to normal.
"I love you Fran …" He simply said, looking her in the eyes.
She smiled and rested her head on his chest, smiling of happiness.
"Max, when I came to London, I had the firm intention to bring you to say either this or that you felt really nothing for me. I never expected that you would be the one ‘forcing’ me to do the same…" She kissed his chest. "Some time ago, I realized there was a guy who, according to his behavior towards me, seemed to be in love with me… I had troubles acknowledging this, because the man was gorgeous, intelligent, sensitive, and caring, but he was also a rich Broadway producer, and I was a door to door sales girl who had become his nanny… Of course, I found him very attractive, but I really couldn’t bring myself to believe he was in love with me… Almost until he said so… but then took it back…"
She looked at him winking, while he sighed.
"But… I could not help but falling for him too… His family gives me a kind of stability I never knew, I love his kids like they were my own, he trusts me like nobody has before, although I’m often messing up his business deals… He is always there when I need him…" She raised her head, and gave him a peck on the lips, looking him in the eyes "And he just proved to be an extraordinary lover to top it all…" She winked as he blushed a little. "… I love you Max, I love you as if I had never loved anyone before …"
She put back her head on his chest, smiling, while he stroked her hair with his hand, both remaining silent, as if to relish their respective words, content that they had both said them at last.
Max folded his arms around her shoulders and held her tight.
"Fran I’m never letting you leave my side. You stepped into our lives and put everything upside down with your relentlessness regarding your search for happiness, and I am bloody glad you did… I’ll never be able to repay you, so I think the best way is trying to make you the happiest woman in the world, and I will dedicate my life to doing just that."
He pulled her head to his and gave her a sweet kiss. She kissed him back, her hands roaming over his body, and they slowly started making love again.
Maxwell was sure he had made the right choice. He was finally at peace with himself and his feelings. A door had just burst opened and the path he discovered now seemed not only to be the right one, but also full of nice surprises…
The End
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