Delicious.

Tina

Wow, Kim reading that scene play out makes me think it would be worth the wait to get a reaction like that from Jack. Sizzle.





My favorite line, making them so alive.

WOW!! but like Regina, not long enough!

CAN'T WAIT FOR MORE!!!

Tere

Kim, I'm a perfectly happy melted puddle of goo! Thank you! Keep the fuzzies alive, girlfriend!

I understand that the laws of physics say that solids turn into liquids when heated, and liquids turn into gas. Well, I am somewhere in the ozone layer about now.

More Please...as Jack drags Sue off to the shower

Im with Tina there SHOWER
Lin

Jack...silly!!
Ouf....euh...that was....well....hot!
Josy

Kim, you are awesome!
I know I shouldn't but I just have to quote...the detail is, well, delicious. And then the promise of things to come.... I was so tired last night I went to bed before you posted. Now I'm in a liquified state myself...I think its time for a nap and sweet, sweet, sweet dreams of what is to come tonight. That way I can stay up until you post. In the meantime, I'll try to maintain this
feeling until then.

Lynn

can't wait for more! I love it, the discription of Jack's love for Sue was awesome. Everyone's already said but... SHOWER time!!!!

i cant put into words how much i love this!!!

Awesome story!!!
bring on the next post!

x claire x

Thanks for reading guys!

The wet material stubbornly clung to the tiny buttons as her trembling fingers tried to free them. Slowly, her tenacity paid off – at the great sacrifice of at least two of the iridescent fasteners. It fascinated her to watch the tanned skin stretched over toned muscles revealed little by little as the fabric barely parted once it was freed from the confines of acrylic and thread. Every inch of this handsome man – from the top of his dark hair curling from the drenching rain to the bottom of his feet with the slightly bent toes; from the dark chocolate eyes swirling with passion’s flame to the very beat of his heart beneath her palm – was hers. Totally hers to explore and taste and love as completely as he loved her.

Slippery skin allowed her palms to easily slide upward, pushing the saturated material aside. Her fingertips tingled as the muscles beneath them tightened; the skin prickling with goose flesh as she tenderly continued her journey. The fingers paused as they came into contact with the small pucker of skin near his shoulder. Tears boiled in her eyes as she remembered exactly how he received the scar. It was the first of many times he stood to face danger on her behalf. He had protected her that day in the same tender way he now protected the heart she had so freely given to him.

Up and over the sinew and flesh of his rippling shoulders her hands journeyed, the cotton fabric seeming to move effortlessly beneath the magic of her touch. Jack turned slowly as the collar fell away from his neck. He shivered slightly as the cool air of the room touched his skin. Or perhaps it was the slap of cotton against tile that caused the hair on his neck to stiffen as blood thundered through his veins. Turning back, his heart melted at the desire burning brightly in hazel depths.

His hands, the wrists finally freed from the confines of fabric, lifted to embrace her face. Her eyes fluttered slightly as his breath caressed her face on its journey to mingle with hers. Slowly, his lips parted hers in a soul-reaching caress. His tongue tasted the remains of cereal, first on the bow shaped upper lip. Then on the slightly pouty lower one. Finally, it found a home in the midst of the two, curling and caressing as hers curled and caressed in practiced reciprocation.

His hands slid slowly down the column of her peach touched throat. There, paths diverged, one sliding to the clasp holding her hair in the haphazard pile. It tingled as the silken strands slowly cascaded against the knuckles. He barely noticed the clatter of tortoiseshell against blue and white tiles as his hand hungrily buried itself in the thick depths of the golden locks. His other hand continued a slow journey downward over curves only he was privy to. He felt the skin pucker beneath the fabric as he skimmed along the edge of the soft roundness before traveling lower, to where skin, warm and inviting, teased between cottons. Fingertips traced along the edges of her bellybutton before skimming along the soft ridges and valleys fitness left in its wake. He smiled against her lips as she squirmed when his fingers fluttered across the ticklish spot he found their first night together as husband and wife. Finally, the palm of his hand came to rest in the shallow recess in the just above the roundness of her hips. Restless again, he pulled her even closer as it started a journey up and down the soft ivory skin covering her spine.

Easing away, his hands left the comfort of hair and back and met at the hem of her shirt. Slowly, his eyes gently tracing the path of ever increasing skin upwards in the wake of the departing red material. Soon, all that stood between them was the rosy blush he brought so easily as he stoked the gentle flame of passion to life. Releasing her for only a moment, he reached behind him and turned the knobs of the shower to bring the cascading water to the right temperature. In a flash of skin and fabric, they were beneath the gentle fall, their clothes slowly drying on the tile floor outside the etched glass of the doors.

More later
Kim

I could be more verbose, but puddles don't talk or type well.

Speech...less...
Josy

wonderful so they both for rain bet they do it again when work stands in there way hope they do anyway cant wait for more Kim
Lin

I hope you made sure there was a ventilator handy, Kim... b/c Tina2 will need it... but it's too late for me

I'm a puddle right down there on the blue and white tile with the tortoiseshell clip. And yes I do realize that sounds a little freaky and voyeuristic, but it's all Kim's fault. (Do it again Kim!! )

If you continue with a description of their activities in the sh-sh-sh-shower (yes, that's me begging, sorry for the stutter, but I think I've developed a slight S.O.A.K. related t-t-t-tick) I'll have to go buy something large and waterproof to carry along with me 'cause I know that at the rate this is going, anything more will have me puddling at the mere thought of it and if that happens in the middle of say, Walmart, then the large waterproof thing is gonna come in handy!

Maybe a big ol' trash can with wheels. That way I can pull it behind me until I need it and it'll be easier for the Walmart people to transport me back to my car where I can just slosh around until I solidify again. Hope it doesn't rain , it'd be horrible to gain weight while I slosh...

Tina

Kim, that was some reward for their prayers for rain.

Seriously, I love the tenderness you showed in their relationship, even when it was being stretched. How beautiful to see them come together with such love and emotion as well as their passion.

Anne expressed what I am thinking so very eloquently. Wonderful writing, Kim. I found that the details, such as the little scar from the gunshot wound, the slightly knobby knees, and the slightly bent toes added so much to the realism.

:blub:

:blub:

:blub:

I'm a happy little puddle right now Kim... you write the greatest fuzzies.

I need this after reading that post. You write the greatest fuzzies. The best part, they just made it into the

I read late last night, then had to read it twice this morning before I could comment . . .

This part almost stopped me in my tracks every time. Beautiful, Beautiful, Beautiful.

Thank you!

An absolutly wonderful and beautiful fuzz post. Just love it What can I say.

MORE PLEASE

Oh...my...goodness...I....just....caught....up.... Someone revive me in time for the next post, please.

kav

Gets better every post!

Ill just hang out on the floor with the other puddles!


Brilliant!!!

x Claire x

Kim, I just caught up again!! I'm trying to think of something witty to say, but all I can come up with is Thank You!! You can take everyday words and turn them into something so special it takes your breath away!!!

Tina2, you crack me up!!!

Joy

The music of raindrops on glass filled the Bullpen. Cymbal crashes of lightening illuminating the morning dimness of the room and the tympani rolls of thunder that rattled the windows completed Mother Nature’s symphony. Lucy sighed as she tried to focus through the haze of drowsiness on the paperwork in front of her. Knowing the boys would be tied up with the operations this morning and Tara and Sue were planning on being late arrivals, she had take advantage the silence of the Bullpen offered to finish the monthly expense reports before Randy breathed fire down her neck. She stifled a yawn with the back of her hand. “What is so sleep inducing about rain?” she asked the empty room.

“Probably the rhythm of it.”

She jumped slightly at the unexpected answer. She lifted her eyes to see Bobby, Myles and D filing into the room, removing coats and shaking raindrops on the already slick floor. “What are you guys doing here?”

“Hoping to stay dry,” Myles grumbled. He shot a warning look at the tall Australian. Bobby was trying to remove his raincoat without flinging water on the computer monitor on Tara’s desk. In trying protect it, the movement of arms and material was flinging water on the irritated New Englander.

Lucy chuckled as Myles finally hung his coat on one of the hooks by the door. He caught Bobby’s coat by the back of the collar and pulling it off in a fluid motion, flinging water on D who was standing behind him waiting for the other two agents to move so he could make his way to Big Bertha. Myles offered an apologetic smile, but D only frowned and pushed by him. “This is why I have my own office,” he groused.

“Then why are you in here,” Bobby chuckled.

D couldn’t hide the grin that curled the corners of his lips. “The coffee’s better,” he shrugged. Taking his first sip, he grimaced. “Usually.”

“Sorry about that,” Lucy replied. Rising from her desk, she made her way to the men of her team. Taking the cup from D, she proceeded to dump it back into the pot before dumping the entire contents into the potted plant sitting on the file cabinet above the antiquated appliance. “I’m so use to Sue making the coffee in the mornings.”

“So where is she,” Myles asked, handing her a new coffee filter.

“She and Tara decided to come in later since you boys were supposed to be out most of the morning.” She glanced at the group of men standing there, realizing for the first time that someone was missing. “Where’s Jack?”

“Back home, by now I guess,” Bobby smirked. “Rain was the only thing that would call off the operations this morning. He called in not long after the storm started saying he had car trouble and wouldn’t be in. I offered to come pick him up, but he turned me down. Said something about following his Grandpa Rose’s advice.”



The touch of his hand was almost unbearable in their tenderness as they worked in combination with the lather beneath the gentle cascade of water. One hand slid down her stomach – the muscles tightening beneath the feather softness of his touch – to the swell of her hips. His other hand moved gently down the length of the back, teasing the shadows and dimples encountered in the journey. His dark eyes never left hers, his gaze warm and filled with desire. She shivered despite the warmth of the water flowing around them like the golden wave of desire he was stirring deep in her soul.

Passion pounded the blood through her heart, chest and head as his hands skimmed down either side of her torso to her thighs. Then back up across her taunt abdomen, the suds and water falling away in the wake of his touch. She gasped as he pressed closer, her breasts brushing against the muscular angles of his chest. Heat rippled under her skin, setting her pulse into a frantic rhythm.

Slowly, she raised her arms, twining them around his neck as she fought to control her body enough to return the gentle caresses. She watched as white lather pooled in the shadow of his collar bone before slipping down the slick skin of his chest. Water then pooled there. Finally, lured by the curiosity of what magic that shadow held, she nuzzled it with her cheek, whispering a kiss against the muscular neck. She felt the familiar rumble deep within his chest. She smiled, delighted that he was receiving the gift he was so graciously bestowing on her.

She caressed the strong tendons in the back of his neck, fleeting images of his heart attack bringing the sting of tears. Her hand wandered along his shoulder then slid downward along the defined lines of his chest until her palm pressed gently against the spot over his heart. She sighed with contentment as she felt the steady rhythm, rapid but strong. His heart had healed. And so had hers. The hurt and fears of childhood, the uncertainty of being loved by the man who captivated her, they had all disappeared as he declared his love, healing her heart and restoring her very soul.

Her hand journeyed back, sliding along the smooth skin of his chest and shoulders. Joining her other hand, she tenderly caressed the length of his back. Pressing closer, she raised slightly on her toes as she was drawn to his lips. Her thoughts fragmented as his lips and hand continued their gentle assault on her senses. She could feel the heat of his body course down the entire length of hers as she surrendered completely to his masterful seduction. She melted against him as he once again filled the void in her world.

More later
Kim

I was already a puddle before that post... so now, what does that make me? A mushy puddle?


BTW... You gotta love Grandpa's advice

Wow! Thank you for sharing this. I love how you write of their intimacy with such passion, yet with such respect.

I am going to have to invest in a laptop - that way I can read your posts in bed and not have to spend the night on the floor under my computer!!!

I love your description of the rain, thunder and lightning!! I love a good storm when I'm safe at home and can enjoy God's display of strength!!!

Joy

I have to agree with Ivory on this. Lovely Kim.

If a puddle could bow to you, I would Kim... but unfortunately I can't.... Just know that you're making my days with the wonderful glimpses of intimacy into Jack and Sue's world... so much so, I think it's fuzzifying my brain.... not good for writing an angst-filled story.... hm... I might have to stay away until my dark world can finally come into the light....

Yes, I'm a puddle, along with everyone else, and I completely agree with Ivory. Your writing amazes me. You seem to get into the very souls of the people you are writing about, especially when you are writing about love within marriage. Thank you for painting such a beautiful picture.

And Linny - nobody said you HAD to keep your story on the dark side! Kim, talk to her!

wonderful so much love between them and now im just and cant wait for more
Lin

I'm a puddle right now

Tere

Ivory nailed it. That's exactly what your write... respectful passion. I didn't even know it was possible to do such a thing, much less ever be able to mimic you!



Poor Joy... it's got to get uncomfortable down there. And you have to watchout to make sure you don't solidify around the desk feet. 'Cause then you're really stuck...


I LOVE a good storm too. The most impressive display I ever saw was when I was flying home (yes, my arms were tired) from Dallas. I had a layover in St. Louis and they were in the middle of a thunderstorm as we neared the airport. The lightning lit up the entire city and you could see the thunderclouds from above - how they billowed up and were illuminated by the lightning. Gorgeous, frightening, awe-inspiring. You knew who was in control when you saw that!

Tina

Puddle...yes, I am in a puddle...
I agree with Ivory...I love the way you describe their intimacy...
Josy

Sigh -- and I bet there's not a parasite in sight, eh Kim? That's some incredibly steamy writing! I don't know how I'm going to work in my newly puddlefied state!

kav

Yep...no parasites in this story. Their well has been tested and the water is pure and clean! Linny, if it would help, I could take out some fluff and put in some angst. Thanks for reading guys. This little story is not over yet, but it is getting close.

She pulled down the window blinds even though the sun wasn’t shinin’
The rain tapped out a love song on that old tin roof
Wrapped up in the covers, they held on to each other
Like new lovers on their honeymoon.

Jack smiled as he watched her sleeping. She was curled into the curve of his body. Their feet, his larger and with toes slightly more bent, were layered, his then hers then his then hers. They peeked out, along with entwined ankles and calves, from beneath the knot of sheets. His back – from the nape of his neck to just above the dimples in his lower back – was still damp from shower and love. It chilled in the cool air of their bedroom. He could see the tiny raised bumps like goose flesh dotting her arms. He pulled her more tightly against him, wrapping her in his arms as he snuggled her hair beneath his chin.

He chuckled inwardly as even in sleep, his bride was blushing. Sue was absolutely scandalized when he suggested she call in to the office and take a personal day. “Jack! The team knows you’re here. They’ll guess what we’ve been…”

“They probably figured that out the day we arrived back from our honeymoon with the goofy grins on our faces.” He had laughed before pulling her close, the ardent caress of his lips against her proving to be very persuasive. Of course, nothing could dissuade her from taking the time to pull the blinds and close the curtains. “Sweetheart, what are you doing?”

“Just because the team may have an idea about what may go on when we’re alone doesn’t mean the neighbors have to.”

Even though their nearest neighbor would have needed heat seeking equipment to even see their silhouettes, he had indulgently waited for her to complete her task before scooping her into his arms. He had laid her down on the feather mattress, easing down beside her as his eyes caressed every curve of the body she had given – along with her soul – on their wedding night. He had committed them each to memory in the days that followed. To that cache of memories, he would add the look in her eyes: both when he met her gaze misted by the mesh of the screen door and the look that had smoldered beneath the mingling raindrops and shower mist. He would never again take for granted what God had given to them that day four years ago when she stormed through his office door.

“What are you thinking about?” The huskiness of sleep and love lingered in her voice.

“Did I wake you?” Tears filled his eyes as he once again saw the light of cherishing love filling her hazel eyes.

She shook her head. The tender smile that curved her lips quickly faded as concern lined her brow. She raised up on one elbow, her hand moving to touch his cheek. A tear drifted from the corner of his eye and pooled along the edge of her thumb. “Jack, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing. Everything. Sue, I’m so sorry.” His fingers trembled as they touched her cheek to gently brush golden strands of hair away. Her brow crinkled further and he could feel the sudden thudding of her heart against his side. “I let work interfere with ‘us’. And I didn’t even realize it until I saw you standing in the doorway.”

“Jack,” she began to protest.

“No, Sue. I was wrong. I should have seen it. But I didn’t. And if it hadn’t been for Pops advice to really look in your eyes, then I’d probably still be blinded to it.”

“Darling,” Sue replied. She raised up a little further, bringing her tender hazel gaze into closer contact with his. “It’s not your fault. Sometimes life gets in the way.”

He turned his head slightly and whispered a kiss into the palm of her hand. A small grin flitted across his lips as he felt her shiver in response. Leaning over, he gently urged her to her back. Holding himself above her, he gave voice to his solemn vow. “I can’t promise that life won’t get in the way again, Sue. But I can promise to be more watchful from now own. I’ll never take our love for granted.”

A tender smile once more curled her lips as twinkling mischief danced in her eyes. “And if you do,” she whispered. Her hand moved from his cheek to his ear, her fingers dancing along the contours. “I’ll just follow Gran’s advice.”

“And what would that be,” he chuckled. Leaning farther, her words tickled his lips.

“Pray for rain.”

Angelic laughter mixed with masculine as he pressed her lips to hers, caressing and teasing until she moaned beneath the gentle ministrations. Somewhere between the patter of rain on the tin roof and the warmth of the sheets beneath his skin, he found home in the arms of his wife.



“So, you think they took our advice?” Henry Rose asked his wife as he turned off the rain delayed Washington Senator’s Business Man’s Special.

Sarah’s eyebrows wiggled above dark eyes. “Only time will tell.” She reached over and took his hand in hers. “You do remember the first time it rained after we were married don’t you?”

Henry grinned before raising her hand to his lips. He brushed a lingering kiss against the age spotted skin. “Of course I do. You were already my treasure. But after that day – if it were possible – you became an even more cherished one.”

“And I’m sure that’s what will happen with those two grandchildren of ours,” she smiled. “Just you wait and see.”

More later
Kim

(a very deep sigh...)

Tere

I just love that line... along with the rest of the post.

That was exceptionally, totally, simply . . . beautiful.

I've just proved that it IS possible for your goosebumps to have goosebumps.

Perfection as always Kim.

Tina

that was wonderful and love that saying pray for rain
Lin

Er... no... no angst... I'm good right here...

"Pray for rain." What a wonderful use of that phrase, Kim. I melted when Jack made that vow to Sue to not take their love for granted.

P5-63 -
Anne and Ivory said it best... Catching up on three posts, Kim and this first one has started off with a bang! As Ivory said, your descriptions are so vivid and create such a firestorm of love and passion, I'm definitely puddlefied!

P6-78 - Once again I agree with Ivory, the respectful way you write these scenes is so incredible, touching, tender; I find myself weeping for joy at this beautifully written love they have for each other.

P6-90 - Again I'm following the lead here...Perfection!

Those three little words....pray for rain....have etched this beautiful story in my brain for me to pull out and smile/sigh whenever it rains. Appropriately, it began a slow spring shower here yesterday afternoon and is continuing off and on today. Can't get much better than that for a rainy day...at least for this old single lady!

Lynn

Your post gave me delicious shivers, Kim!!!

Joy

Everyone took the words out of my mouth

But I still have to tell you I loved that post

Gran and Granpa Rose's advice so romantic and them seeing the DC game rained out and putting 2 + 2 together. Gotta love it.