Subject: Rot Soaps - From Here to There Part 14 >From Here to There Part #14 by A It is still early in the evening. Noticing how exhausted Blake is after feeding and bathing the children, Ross decides to give her a well deserved break. Ross: You look exhausted. Why don't you go to bed? I'll take care of the little monsters. Blake:(completely wiped out) Are you sure? Ross: Absolutely. Meg is already in for the night, so it'll just be me and the boys. I think they'll be up for a while. (Both boys are in their playpen, fussing) You go on; I'll put them to bed later. I'll just put the monitor in the guest bedroom in case they wake in the night. (pauses) You don't mind if I stay in the guest room, do you? Blake:(too tired to care) Not at all. (sincerely) Thank you. She kisses the boys goodnight and heads up the stairs. Halfway up, she stops. Blake: Could you check the air-conditioning? It seems pretty hot in here tonight. Ross nods, and she goes off to bed. ********************** It's late, and the babies have long since gone to sleep. Blake wakes from a fitful sleep, and, as always when awakened abruptly, she reaches across the bed for the comfort of human contact, only to find his spot empty. Sighing, she gets up. It's hot, and she is thirsty. She listens, but doesn't hear anyone stirring. She tiptoes downstairs, cautiously making her way to the kitchen. Grabbing a clean glass from the dishwasher, she opens the fridge, tosses a handful of ice into the glass and fills it with water. Craving the coolness she holds the frigid glass to her neck. It sends a welcome, rejuvenating chill through her body. >From where he is standing, he can see her clearly. The moonlight, like a lover, caresses her, moving tauntingly up her naked thigh. She is wearing one of his shirts. He can't be sure, but he imagines that the top three buttons are undone, just barely exposing the swell of her breasts. He swallows hard, feeling a familiar stirring. She takes a long satisfying drink, and looks out the window. She never looks his way. He tries to pull his eyes away, but can't. Her voice interrupts the stillness, surprising him. "Ross... Did the boys wake you?" She turns so she is facing the doorway. Wondering what gave him away, he steps into her line of vision. He clears his throat. "I couldn't sleep." He walks over to the cupboard and gets a glass. She turns on the tap for him, and he fills his glass. He takes a long drink, but his thirst isn't quenched. Ross: Is the air-conditioning broken? Blake:(pops an ice chip into her mouth) No. Ross:(moving away from her) It seems awfully hot in here. She smiles at him. He is wearing a T-shirt and a pair of cotton boxers. Taking another ice chip from her cup, she holds it to her throat. She closes her eyes, allowing him to stare unobserved. The coolness is soothing; his eyes on her arousing. No longer satisfied with moving slowly, she decides that maybe what he really needs is a good push. She can't help but smile as she decides to seize the moment. Blake:(eyes still closed) Why don't you just admit it? Ross:(startled again by her voice) Admit what? Blake: That you *want* me. Ross:(he is so surprised at her bluntness he chokes) I don't. (not quite as emphatically as he would like, but he is distracted by how the moonlight glistens on her wet lips) Her eyes open wide. Blake: You are such a liar. (her eyes drop conspicuously) You can't deny that; the physical evidence speaks for itself. His face reddens, mortified that his body's betrayal is so obvious. Ross:(sputters) That was certainly below the belt, Blake. Blake:(enjoying his discomfort) Um hmm... it certainly is. (smiles wickedly) Ross:(trying to regain his composure) Can I help it if my body reacts involuntarily to a half naked body? Blake:(the look in his eyes makes her feel very sexy) But, it isn't reacting to just any body... Is it, Ross? (She starts to move closer to him, he steps back) What are you afraid of? Ross:(assured) Nothing, absolutely nothing. Blake:(runs her hand through her hair and slowly down her neck) Look me in the eyes, Ross, and tell me that you don't fantasize about making love to me. (Her eyes are locked with his unwavering, he flinches) He looks her in the eyes; his body temperature rises as he is drawn into her sensual gaze. He can't remember his name, let alone protest. He calls upon his hurt and anger to save him. Ross:(a little breathy) I don't live a fantasy, Blake. I live in reality. Blake:(not the least bit shaken by his unfriendly tone) Do you want to hear about my reality, Ross? Everyday I fantasize about making love to you. (her body arches subtly) It's been so long; I'm beginning to wonder if it could possibly be as good as I remember. Ross:(knowing he is in serious trouble) This is a pointless conversation, Blake. It's going nowhere. (berates himself for not having seen this coming) She smiles coyly; there is no way he is walking away this time, and they both know it. Blake:(a teasing note in her voice) You know it's ok. Ross;(afraid to ask, more afraid of the silence) What's ok? (gulping for air, trying desperately to keep his eyes on hers) Blake: You said you don't want me. Now, lets say I believe you. It's ok. I want you enough to make it great for both of us. Ross:(angrily, knowing he has lost complete control of the situation) Stop it... Would you just STOP it? Enough of your damn games. (he wipes the perspiration from his forehead. Hoping to distract her, he changes the subject) We need to do something about this heat. Blake:(nods in agreement) I couldn't agree more. She carefully plucks another ice-chip from her glass, reaches out and puts it to his lips. Not having much choice, he sucks it in; her fingers linger briefly on his lips. Blake: Better? Ross:(sarcastically) Oh, yes. (wonders how she can make a simple gesture so erotic) Blake:(enjoying the chase) Good, I wouldn't want you overheating. (she watches his eyes follow as her tongue quickly wet her lips) Not yet, anyway. Ross: You set me up. Blake:(wonders where he is going with this) What? Ross: This... (waves his finger at her accusingly) This *grand* seduction. Blake: Oh, it will be grand; I personally guarantee it. Ross:(trying to desperately ignore the urge he has to kiss her into silence) You set me up. You let me think you had come to terms with how things are. Blake:(amused) Did I? (Feeling very warm, she pops another ice chip, sucking on it loudly, she moves close to him) How are things exactly, Ross? All I know is you're looking pretty damn hot. He wonders if this is a compliment or a literal observation. He finds the air stifling. Ross: You know how things are, Blake. He is backed against the table; she is only inches away. He can feel her heart beating. He looks away. Her lips are so close to his he can feel her breath; it is intoxicating. Blake: Time to grow up, Ross. (pokes him in the chest) I didn't set you up. (She runs her hand lightly over his chest, caressing him) You set me up. Watching me in the shadows... Caressing me with your eyes... (half grin) *Arousing* me with your voice. You seduced me, Ross, pure and simple. It worked... I'm yours (her eyes are daring him to take her; she can feel his body quiver slightly against hers. Ross:(caught up in her game) I don't want you. Blake:(her finger reaches out and traces the outline of his lip, her touch is more than he can bear, he stands transfixed) You want me. Unable to think of anything to save himself, he dumps his glass of water over her head. Unfazed she steps back, wipes the water from her eyes. Her fingers move in slow motion to the top button of her shirt. Slowly and with a look of satisfaction he recognizes, she starts to unbutton it. Ross:(groans) What are you doing? Blake:(with a hint of glee in her voice) Getting out of this shirt. That is why you got me all wet... Wasn't it? He watches in absolute rapt as her fingers drop to the next button. He steps towards her and grabs her wrist, whispering in an angry tone. "Don't." He moves quickly, pinning her to the fridge with his body. The last of his self control is gone as he feels her taunt body straining against his. He kisses her so hard it hurts. She moans softly as his lips find the nape of her neck. In seconds, her hands deftly remove his shirt, as he buries his lips in her neck. He is propelled by one emotion, unadulterated lust; he isn't thinking, only feeling. His hands move swiftly to the opening in her shirt, desperate to feel her skin against his. The buttons provide resistance, and in one furious movement his hands grasp the shirt, sending the buttons flying in all directions. His hands grasp her naked shoulder as the shirt falls to the floor. Stepping back a bit, he takes time to appreciate her nakedness in the moonlight before pulling her into his arms. Every single kiss, every deliberate touch, drives them both to the brink. Unable to deny themselves any longer, he lifts her up; her legs encircle his waist, and her arms cling to his neck. The first thrust leaves them both gasping. Seeking only to satisfy their immediate desire, they climb together. Minutes later, they are collapsed, trying to catch their breath. Blake scoots off the table, silent, pausing long enough to shoot him a self-satisfied smile, as if to say, "Gotcha." Retrieving her glass, she re-fills it with ice, and scrounges in the fridge for the bottle of white wine. Finding it, she picks it up, as two hands slowly and sensuously slide down her back. One arm settles around her waist; the other firmly encases her shoulders. He whispers in a strained voice. "I'm not finished with you yet." She turns around and faces him, further aroused by the unsatiated look in his eyes. Ross: I haven't even started. His lips find hers in a frenzy. With ease, he lifts her into his arms and carries her upstairs. For hours they barely speak, preferring instead to indulge themselves. Their hearts are pounding; their lips probe in an uncontainable fury; their bodies writhe together in ecstasy. The intensity only heightens as they try again and again to possess each other. Hours later, satiated and exhausted, their entwined bodies give in to sleep. **************************** >> >"Republicans understand the importance of bondage between mother and child." >--Former U.S Vice-President Dan Quayle on Republican Family Values. >> >"Republicans understand the importance of bondage between mother and child." >--Former U.S Vice-President Dan Quayle on Republican Family Values.