The Ties That Bind
by Kristen

A Sequel to The Morning After

“I’m just going to state the obvious. Does anyone know what happens next?”

He shrugs, trying to appear nonchalant.

“Does anybody?”

She smiles wistfully.

“Good point.”

But he knows what he wants to happen. Will she let it?

Only one way to find out.

“But Alexis?”

He takes a step towards her.

“What?”

She steps back.

He can tell that she is about to retreat back into self-preservation mode. He doesn’t want that to happen. Not at all. Not after last night.

All his life he had believed in heaven. Last night he had found it. In Alexis.

He once thought he would have to die to achieve the perfection that was heaven. He knew now he was wrong. Because he had found that perfection last night. Alexis was heaven on earth.

“Can’t we decide what happens next?”

He moves forward again.

“I, uh, I guess.”

Another step backward.

“Do you know what I want to happen?”

Another step forward.

Her eyes. Those eyes. Huge.

“What?”

Another step in the opposite direction.

Finally, her back meets the fireplace mantle and she is pinned. Between the mantle; and him.

He leans a hand upon the cool marble next to her skin and leans in close.

His mouth is next to her ear and she can feel his breath on her skin. She suppresses a shudder.

The memory of his heated breath, and his heated voice, make her want to scream. Like last night. She swallows a ragged breath and repeats, “what?”

He leans in closer.

“This.”

And then, oh God, he lowers his mouth to her neck. She feels his mouth, his tongue, swirling against her skin, her pulse.

“Sonny.”

He ignores her and continues his assault on her skin. Her senses. Her body.

“Please. God.”

He raises his head for a moment and dimples.

“Sonny will be just fine.”

She rolls her eyes even as her hand cups the back of his neck to keep him close.

“Neanderthal,” she whispers into his ear.

Now it’s his turn to shudder in memory of heated breath, heated voice. And heated skin. That skin, mere inches from his.

He is helpless, and returns his mouth to the magic of her. Alexis.

But all too soon, he wants more. And he can tell, so does she. In one too short night, he knows her. Her demands. Her desires. Her body. And he feels blessed that all three, for now, for this blissful moment, are his.

He moves his lips to hers and they part readily beneath his own.

As their mouths move and merge, his hands follow a newly familiar trail. One that was denied access the night before.

He finds the ties behind her back, and this time, she makes no move to stop him. He loosens the ties and as he pulls the jacket from her body, as skin meets skin, they utter a single word. Together.

“Heaven.”

Read the Sequel -- Heaven Revisited