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"Hi Til, we missed you today, have fun?"
"Hiya, yes thanks, it was great, this is Luke, by the way, Clare."
"I gathered. Hi Luke. I've heard lots about you from Bea and Daniel," she says, "... oh, er, and Tilly..." she adds as an obvious after-thought. She kisses his cheek and Luke looks at me with a raised brow. I feel bad, It's obvious that I haven't talked to Clare about him as much as Bea.
Clare kisses him on the cheek and smiles sweetly at me. "I'm desperate for a cuppa, shall I make us all one?"
"I'll make it, you two go and change into something comfy, and then you can tell me all about skiing," I say, needing a reason to cool off, alone for a moment.
"Great, back in a bit," Clare says and she and Oliver head to their rooms to change.
Pam walks over and makes a shooing motion with her hand, "I'll make tea, sweetie, you two go relax, I'll bring it through," she says with a warm smile.
Luke and I sit together on one of the three large sofas surrounding the coffee table. The fire crackles in front of us, it's such a cosy haven in here. Luke moves to sit right up against me, putting an arm around my shoulders. I look up at his face and smile, resting my head into the side of his chest. "I was milliseconds away from coming then, you know."
He grins, showing off those irresistible dimples, "If they'd have come home just a few seconds later... but I still want to take you to bed, I want to taste you."
"Oh, Christ, Luke, shut the fuck up. Or I'll seriously come in my pants right here, you've got me so horny."
Luke laughs, "Will they be long? Maybe you can sit on me real quick?"
I laugh with him, "No, they won't be long, and as much as I love dangerous sex, bouncing on your lap in the middle of the lounge, in the middle of the day, with friends about to walk in - is just too much."
"It is? But letting me make you come in the kitchen with the housekeeper at the stove isn't too much?"
I giggle again, "Okay, okay, so maybe I would do you in the lounge, but not now. I need it, trust me, I do, but we'll have to wait. It was hard enough trying to make conversation when I'd just been on the verge, it'll be even harder if I've just had a raging orgasm."
He pauses for a moment, looking into my eyes. His are so warm, so happy, but they're doing that searching thing again. "You know, Til, I can't thank Bea enough for hooking up with Daniel on that airplane, or I'd never have met you. You've totally changed the way I feel about women. Sure, I've always loved women... a lot," he emphasises those last two words, "but I've never really seen further than... the outside."
Whoa! Careful there Luke, you might actually start sounding like a good-boy! "That's because all you do is shag them. You - and I, actually - don't get to know anyone."
"I've never really wanted to, but you intrigue me. Not that I wanted a relationship when we met, or anything, the same as you, but I wanted to keep seeing you, and your fine-ass body."
I look at his face, his gorgeous, happy face, and I smile, slowly, "You know why that is?"
He raises an eyebrow, suspiciously, "Why?"
"Because you lurve me."
A broad, delighted smile crosses his face and he turns to close in on me, wrapping a hand around my side, against my ribs. He tickles me, burying his face in my neck, growling and brushing his teeth against my skin, biting me gently. I screech and howl with laughter, pushing my hands against his hard chest.
"Get off me you animal!" I cry, between fits of giggles, pushing against him as I writhe underneath.
He continues, forcing me down on the sofa so he's half on top of me. My laughter gets louder as the tickling gets worse. "Stop!" I cry, I can't take any more.
He slows and chuckles, locking eyes with me. He lowers his face to gently kiss my lips, and I wrap my arms around him, to fully accept his invitation.
"Huh hmm..." I hear Oliver clear his throat, obviously, and we both giggle, sitting upright and straightening ourselves out.
Clare and
"Hi Til, we missed you today, have fun?"
"Hiya, yes thanks, it was great, this is Luke, by the way, Clare."
"I gathered. Hi Luke. I've heard lots about you from Bea and Daniel," she says, "... oh, er, and Tilly..." she adds as an obvious after-thought. She kisses his cheek and Luke looks at me with a raised brow. I feel bad, It's obvious that I haven't talked to Clare about him as much as Bea.
Clare kisses him on the cheek and smiles sweetly at me. "I'm desperate for a cuppa, shall I make us all one?"
"I'll make it, you two go and change into something comfy, and then you can tell me all about skiing," I say, needing a reason to cool off, alone for a moment.
"Great, back in a bit," Clare says and she and Oliver head to their rooms to change.
Pam walks over and makes a shooing motion with her hand, "I'll make tea, sweetie, you two go relax, I'll bring it through," she says with a warm smile.
Luke and I sit together on one of the three large sofas surrounding the coffee table. The fire crackles in front of us, it's such a cosy haven in here. Luke moves to sit right up against me, putting an arm around my shoulders. I look up at his face and smile, resting my head into the side of his chest. "I was milliseconds away from coming then, you know."
He grins, showing off those irresistible dimples, "If they'd have come home just a few seconds later... but I still want to take you to bed, I want to taste you."
"Oh, Christ, Luke, shut the fuck up. Or I'll seriously come in my pants right here, you've got me so horny."
Luke laughs, "Will they be long? Maybe you can sit on me real quick?"
I laugh with him, "No, they won't be long, and as much as I love dangerous sex, bouncing on your lap in the middle of the lounge, in the middle of the day, with friends about to walk in - is just too much."
"It is? But letting me make you come in the kitchen with the housekeeper at the stove isn't too much?"
I giggle again, "Okay, okay, so maybe I would do you in the lounge, but not now. I need it, trust me, I do, but we'll have to wait. It was hard enough trying to make conversation when I'd just been on the verge, it'll be even harder if I've just had a raging orgasm."
He pauses for a moment, looking into my eyes. His are so warm, so happy, but they're doing that searching thing again. "You know, Til, I can't thank Bea enough for hooking up with Daniel on that airplane, or I'd never have met you. You've totally changed the way I feel about women. Sure, I've always loved women... a lot," he emphasises those last two words, "but I've never really seen further than... the outside."
Whoa! Careful there Luke, you might actually start sounding like a good-boy! "That's because all you do is shag them. You - and I, actually - don't get to know anyone."
"I've never really wanted to, but you intrigue me. Not that I wanted a relationship when we met, or anything, the same as you, but I wanted to keep seeing you, and your fine-ass body."
I look at his face, his gorgeous, happy face, and I smile, slowly, "You know why that is?"
He raises an eyebrow, suspiciously, "Why?"
"Because you lurve me."
A broad, delighted smile crosses his face and he turns to close in on me, wrapping a hand around my side, against my ribs. He tickles me, burying his face in my neck, growling and brushing his teeth against my skin, biting me gently. I screech and howl with laughter, pushing my hands against his hard chest.
"Get off me you animal!" I cry, between fits of giggles, pushing against him as I writhe underneath.
He continues, forcing me down on the sofa so he's half on top of me. My laughter gets louder as the tickling gets worse. "Stop!" I cry, I can't take any more.
He slows and chuckles, locking eyes with me. He lowers his face to gently kiss my lips, and I wrap my arms around him, to fully accept his invitation.
"Huh hmm..." I hear Oliver clear his throat, obviously, and we both giggle, sitting upright and straightening ourselves out.
Clare and
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