[Sodium_noir] Whispers of the Past (

[Bill]

John, Abby
Beneath Mike's Place
 
John smiled, and his hands came up and gently took Abby's face into his hands.  "I think that's a yes."  His kiss was gentle, but passionate.  It was as if a door opened and for a brief moment she could see his life layed before her, all of it.  She saw his distant pass, the murder of his sister and the killer's pardon, a conversation with a carpenter's son, and a deal struck.
 
He broke the kiss.  "Let me show you something else."
 
John's Bed, some hours later.
 
Abby lay curled against his solid warmth. Sleepy, sated, and...comfortable yes that' was the word. She took in the scents...the spicy musk of sex so different from when she was in human form.
Their first coupling had been raw and intense, The Cat involved for the first time ever. And her Heart, that was a First too. She'd pushed him down, tearing at his clothes in her haste and had ridden him then and there in the chair, her claws tearing into the leather as she burned, impaled upon him, his lips on her throat his teeth teasin'the soft skin, his hands, his fingers on her, IN her as well, all the touching, all the empty places in her Body and Soul filled, filled to bursting.
She Came, Screaming Her Passion to the Heavens in a Voice that Heaven had never Heard, a Voice than no Human throat should ever make.
Then he Came in her, firey hot and hard bringing her off again and again, each an echo of the first.....
She'd woken in this big soft bed, scented with him, warm and safe. They'd lain together, silent but for the beatin' of their hearts for the longest time.
She stretched and turned to face Him. He was watching her, dark eyes all alight, a little smile on his lips.
So John Black, what are you thinkin' about to smile so?
She kissed him then, gently; her now-human hands stroking him.
"Do you feel like showing me that again, Love?"

John's eyes opened immediately alert as he turned to the woman beside him.  He had been lying there, apparently asleep, breathing deeply as thoughts and memories flowed through him like a river.  He made no attempt to catch any of them, but rather allowed them to enter and leave his conscienceness as they would.

He wasn't in the past, he was in his home, sharing his bed with a special soul.  So when she spoke, he turned and reached over to pull her against him.  The warmth of her flesh felt good against his skin.  He leaned in and kissed her softly at first, and then with more passion.  

His right arm, the one adorned with a tattoo of Arabic writing, came around and gently rested at the back of her neck.  When the kiss ended he pulled back.  "I can do that, and sow you so much more."

His hand wandered lowered, ever so slowly, tracing it's way down, and John smiled as Abby's breath quickened in anticipation.  The dexterity in his fingers was incredible, the way he made them dance, and as they went ever lower, closing in on their destination, John carefully tickled and teased her, never quite reaching his destination.

For her part, Abby's mere presence and sensuality was beyond description.  What took many women decades, perhaps centuries, to develop she seemed to be able to do to him through innate ability.  As she spread her legs for him, she pulled his body on top of hers with a strength no human could match.  A purring seemed to vibrate through her, and though she tried to pull John in, he resisted, instead allowing his fingers to do their worst until finally her breath shortened and her back arched.

Although one could argue he was cheating, having had millenia to practice pleasuring women, at that moment all that matter were the sounds Abby made as she Came again.

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Later

Abby was still in bed, but John had risen and was looking through a box sitting on a nearby shelf.  "I think we need something special to end the night.  Ever been to France?  Paris is a dirty city, but I know of a good place for food and drink.  We can be there and back in a few hours."

He raised a small amulet out of the box, a wooden key with Latin carved into it.  He smiled and turned to the woman before him.  "Interested?"

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