Blood Is Thicker...
By
Christine
Part One
Chapter 6
Madeleine slept deeply until morning, spooned up against Pik’s long warm form. She felt absolutely blissful and could not stop replaying their night together in her mind. He had made love to her a second time during the night, more slowly but no less intensely, and she couldn’t imagine a sweeter time in her life. As she stirred to the morning light, she felt him lean up on his elbow and knew he was waiting for her to awaken. She turned onto her back and looked into his smiling eyes. She smiled back shyly and he pulled her into a gentle embrace.
“Let’s take a shower, “ he said playfully as he hopped out of bed and treated Madeleine to a pleasant view of his bare backside while he strode confidently to the bathroom. He looked over his shoulder at her and said, “Come on.”
Pik chuckled to himself at her shyness. She had dragged a sheet in front of her to traverse her way into the bathroom and large translucent glass shower doors built into the wall. She blushed a little then shrugged, and dropped the sheet to join him under the hot streaming water. He watched her revel under the rivulets, mist rising up around her, and found he couldn’t resist. He pulled her to him and they kissed wantonly, feverishly under the flow of water. Up against the tile wall he took her urgently and quickly, and she met his passion. He held her there and she panted, “Do you know how long it’s been…since I’ve had a shower this hot?”
He looked at her, and couldn’t decide how to take that statement. “Are you comparing me to other men already, Maddie?”
“No,” she laughed, “I mean, “ she laughed again, “hot water, there is no hot water in my apartment. There never was, not the whole time I’ve been there.”
Her explanation sufficed and he grinned, and they then got down to the business of actually showering, each other.
Madeleine noticed there were no feminine-type bathing supplies on the shower shelves, and was pleased, taking it to mean he didn’t have much female company. When they were finished Pik wrapped a towel around his waist and Madeleine did the same, surprised at her growing boldness. She wrapped another around her wet hair.
Pik led her back to the bed and directed her to lie on her stomach. He straddled her, leaning forward and nuzzling her neck. He sat up and she felt his fingers along her left shoulder, and she knew he was tracing the paths of the scars she carried there. There had been several gashes, some torn by metal, some sliced by glass. She knew he was curious but didn’t want to ruin the wonderful morning by discussing something unpleasant. “They’re from a car accident last year,” she informed him flatly.
“It looks like it was serious,” he said solemnly, concern in his voice.
“It was, it was. My parents were killed. I’m lucky I’m alive,” she said sadly.
He was silent for a moment. “I’m so sorry,” was all he could find to say.
“Can we please not talk about it now, please?”
“Of course…” a few seconds passed and he said, “But perhaps you can tell me about this,” he said as he abruptly pulled the towel off from her waist. He rubbed his fingertips over a crescent-shaped, much older scar on the left cheek of her backside. “I came across it last night…in my…travels.”
She couldn’t see him, but knew he was smiling.
“That,” she said, “has been there as long as I remember.” She felt his mouth on it, and then his tongue, which slid its way back up to her neck. He planted delicate kisses there. “I don’t know where it came from.”
“You know,” he began, “I am a man with a great deal of business to attend.”
“Then attend to it.”
“I’m afraid I simply don’t care to at the moment.”
“Well,” she breathed, “Who’s complaining….?”
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