Snowstorm

Snowstorm
Part Ten

I stood in the hallway for a moment, as my blood cooled back down to normal and I was able to think somewhat clearly once more. I narrowed my eyes and thought; oh, he thought he was going to get away with that, did he?

I could hear him moving around within the bedroom, the one room I hadn't yet found reason to explore, as I sauntered over and reached for the doorknob. I flung it open and regarded him for a moment.

He was humming a nameless tune under his breath, bending to straighten the cuffs of the jeans he's just slipped into. Stood still for a moment, allowing my gaze to rake across his form. He had a rather nice ass, I thought, with that part of my mind that is always aware of such things.

I could not resist the urge to wolf whistle at him and he flew upwards into a standing position. It was a wonder he didn't smack his head on the light fixture hanging overhead.

"Well..." he drawled, folding his arms over his chest. I noticed he'd slipped on a light blue long-sleeved tee shirt, "Have you come to apologize?"

"Fat chance!" I snapped, trying to ignore my pounding heartbeat at the sound of his voice, so husky soft and promising... I could not think of...that...not right now...Oh, god, but he was breathtaking. Did he even know how sexy he was? Even amidst the tragedy that had brought me here, I found it difficult to ignore what his presence did to me.

I felt a stab of green envy towards Rima, the woman he had shared his life and love with over the past forty-some years. What was it that had made her so special as to be chosen by him above all other women in the world?

I wondered, but allowed nothing of my thoughts to show upon my face as I walked across the room and stood before him. I was only a head shorter than he was. If I stood on my tiptoes our noses would meet.

"What are you about, Beth?" he asked, and I noticed his slight swallow, the smidgeon of a tremor slipping past his apparent control of the situation. I did not speak but forced him back by the presence of my body, inching slowly, until he had no choice but to pause as the side of his bed was against the backs of his thighs.

Finally, I spoke. "What do you think, Mr. Rickman?" I said, and, in an imitation of his own English accent, added, "'I hope you know, you're going to pay for that little stunt.'"

"Um...Beth, I really think..."

I was tired of thinking. Tired of talking. Tired of everything. I pushed him back onto the bed and scrambled across his lap, straddling him and, before he could do or say anything else, I claimed his mouth fiercely beneath my own. He kept his hands at his sides. I felt him twitch at my invasion and suddenly he groaned against me, returning my kiss with equal fury.

I found my hands within his hair, smoothing back the locks from his face, as my mouth, lips and tongue all vied for dominance of his own. As I continued my reckless plunder, I began to move my hips in a slowness against his own, knowing full well how such an action could entice a man.

I was rewarded by his soft whimper against my mouth as I finally allowed him to break the kiss. Panting, he tried to speak once more, but I didn't hear what he had to say.

I was beyond listening. As my hands trailed down his arms and clung to his own at his sides, I dipped my head and tasted of the flesh, warm and clean-scented from his recent shower, about his throat and around his ear. I sucked lightly upon his earlobe and felt him trembling at my touch.

I knew it was a matter of time before he was too far-gone to listen to anything resembling reason. Oh, I was nearly at that state myself. It was pure torture to do what I did next, and in retrospect I am not entirely sure why I did.

Perhaps it was my damn Taurus pride getting the best of me, which would never allow anyone to pull something over my head or allow any slight to escape a rebuff. Oh, we bulls of the zodiac can be quite...well...for lack of a better term...bullheaded in some respects. Regardless, I couldn't just leave well enough alone.

As I slide from his lap and stood up on shaking legs, I forced myself to calmness even though every fiber of my being was screaming at me to just leap at the poor man and ravish him senseless. I turned and strode out the bedroom, entering the living room and then the kitchen, I busied myself at stove.

Having figured out how to light it by then, I was well on my way to preparing the water for the tea he so enjoyed and which, although it was a tad...strong...for my delicate American tastes...had come to like fairly well myself, when he came out of the bedroom with a look of such frustrated irritation I was hard-pressed not to burst into a round of giggles.

"That..." he said, as he took the kettle from my hand and pressed me back against the sink, opposite the stove, "Was uncalled for."

"Oh, I don't know...." I said, as he turned to place the kettle onto the stove and turn the heat down a bit, "I thought it was rather...'called for.'"

He spun about and trapped my against the sink, binding me within by placing his arms on either side of me. I looked up, into his eyes, and saw the irritation had been replaced by something else. Something I knew instantly for I knew my own eyes were a refection of his own.

"You are playing a dangerous game, Beth..." he murmured, "Do you know that?" I couldn't find the words to reply and, it mattered little, for at that particular moment, he returned my earlier kiss with as much fierce command behind it as I had show to him only moments before.

Before our kiss could end, this time, before my hands could slide upwards and about his neck and draw my body closer to his own, before I could express, wordlessly, my utter surrender and need for him at that moment....

The...damn....phone...rang!