One MardispA/s
folder
1 through F › Days of Our Lives
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
8
Views:
2,354
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Category:
1 through F › Days of Our Lives
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
8
Views:
2,354
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Days of Our Lives, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
5
He was sitting in the heavy, wooden chair in his living room. His ass was bare, the cool material of the thin padding rubbing against his bare skin.
She was suspended above him, each of her legs hooked around the thick arms of the chair. She was spread wide, her eyes dancing with lust and fever as she stared at him, begging him to take her.
He buried his hands in the soft flesh of her hips, bringing her down to sheath him with an incredible heat, her muscles contracting around him as they joined together.
Her bright blue eyes rolled back, her eyelids fluttering closed.
“Oh, Brady…”
Brady jerked up in bed, sweat beading his nude body. The harsh sound of his breathing echoed off the walls in the red streaked dawn.
Damn it! He’d called himself an idiot last night for making her leave; apparently his subconcious had also decided to torture him.
~*~*~*~*~*~*
Chloe stood in the shower, the hot water pounding her flushed skin.
She’d dreamed of him last night; not that she’d never had a wet dream before, but this one was so…intense. It was because he’d made her leave, assuassured herself. He was making himself a challenge to her and it was driving her crazy.
She wasn’t going to let him have the upper hand. Never. She had learned a long time ago that when you allowed someone else to take the lead then the situation spun out of your control. And Chloe liked having control.
Lathering her body, she took a moment to enjoy the sensation of the slippery washcloth on her breasts, her mind going back to the dream and the way his hands had glided over her nipples.
Exhaling on a frustrated sigh, Chloe jerked her attention back to the here and now. She wasn’t going to let him take over.
No, she was going to ktosstossing the glove down until he didn’t have a choice but to pick it up.
~*~*~*~*~*
They had managed to avoid each other most of the day; Brady had stayed outside, cursing a blue streak while he attempted to work on his bike. Chloe had stayed inside, reading and watching MTile ile she did her laundry.
They’d had one bad moment, when he had walked in the back door from the carport intointo the laundry room. She’d been pulling her lacy lingerie out of her bag, tossing them into the washer. He’d caught her with a tiny scrap of red material that could loosely be called panties hanging from her fingertips.
They had locked gazes for a moment, the sexual tension thick around them.
Brady had stormed back out of the house, slamming the door behind him and forgetting exactly he’ he’d been going back inside.
Chloe had watched him go, then had smiled brightly to herself.
~*~*~*~*~*
Brady watched her as she weaved in and out of the crush of people in La Rouge Femme. She was like a ballerina, gracefully manuevering as she carried her tray above her head or propped on her hip.
And damned if he wasn’t standing there, absently pouring drinks, imagining her in that tiny pair of underwear he’d caught her washing. And if that were an example of her panties, then what the hell did she wear as a bra?
Growling in irritation, he turned his attention to Tammy and filling her orders, then allowed his eyes to stray back to Chloe.
She was standing at a table when the Garth Brooks song began playing; her head began to automatically nod to the beat and he saw her mouth form the first few words as she jotted down the orders.
Apparently, the customshe she was helping were charmed; they began singing along with her. Pretty soon, the table next to them joined in, and, like a chain, the entire bar suddenly began loudly belting out the jaunty tune.
“…Except a scene or two erased by sweet red wine; and I see a truck stop sign ahead, so I change lanes; I need a cup of coffee and a couple dollars change; Callin' Baton Rouge…”
Brady couldn’t help but smile when ‘Baton Rouge’ came out like a shout through the crowd.
“Operator won't you put me on through; I gotta' send my love down to Baton Rouge; Hurry up won't you put her on the line; I gotta' talk to the girl just one more time…”
Beside him, Brady heard Steve begin to sing along, his voice scratchy and horrificly off key. He started laughing and gave in, adding his voice to the den.
“Hello Samantha dear, I hope you're feelin' fine; And it won't be long until I'm with you all the time; But until then I'll spend my money right down to my last dime; Callin' Baton Rouge…”
Chloe swayed up to the bar, grinning from ear to ear. She continued to sing, too, and over the bawdy noise Brady could hear the sweetness of her tone. Their eyes found each other, a good natured ease sliding between them as they sang.
“Operator won't you put me on through; I gotta' send my love down to Baton Rouge; Hurry up won't you put her on the line; I gotta' talk to the girl just one more time; Callin' Baton Rouge; Sweet Baton Rouge, my Baton Rouge…”
As the song ended, the crowd erupted into loud cheers and hooting; Chloe and Brady laughed with each other while he placed glasses on her tray. Once she had her order, she gave him a saucy wink, then sauntered off, leaving him with a nice view of her rounded butt as she was slowly swallowed by the crowd.
It occurred to him that in the last twenty-four hours he’d seen her hauty, amused, angry and seductive. But just now he’d actually seen her happy, grinning with true delight over a song. He wondered what he’d have to do to have her smile like that because of him; and the thought that he was trying to figure out a way to make it happen disturbed him.
She was suspended above him, each of her legs hooked around the thick arms of the chair. She was spread wide, her eyes dancing with lust and fever as she stared at him, begging him to take her.
He buried his hands in the soft flesh of her hips, bringing her down to sheath him with an incredible heat, her muscles contracting around him as they joined together.
Her bright blue eyes rolled back, her eyelids fluttering closed.
“Oh, Brady…”
Brady jerked up in bed, sweat beading his nude body. The harsh sound of his breathing echoed off the walls in the red streaked dawn.
Damn it! He’d called himself an idiot last night for making her leave; apparently his subconcious had also decided to torture him.
~*~*~*~*~*~*
Chloe stood in the shower, the hot water pounding her flushed skin.
She’d dreamed of him last night; not that she’d never had a wet dream before, but this one was so…intense. It was because he’d made her leave, assuassured herself. He was making himself a challenge to her and it was driving her crazy.
She wasn’t going to let him have the upper hand. Never. She had learned a long time ago that when you allowed someone else to take the lead then the situation spun out of your control. And Chloe liked having control.
Lathering her body, she took a moment to enjoy the sensation of the slippery washcloth on her breasts, her mind going back to the dream and the way his hands had glided over her nipples.
Exhaling on a frustrated sigh, Chloe jerked her attention back to the here and now. She wasn’t going to let him take over.
No, she was going to ktosstossing the glove down until he didn’t have a choice but to pick it up.
~*~*~*~*~*
They had managed to avoid each other most of the day; Brady had stayed outside, cursing a blue streak while he attempted to work on his bike. Chloe had stayed inside, reading and watching MTile ile she did her laundry.
They’d had one bad moment, when he had walked in the back door from the carport intointo the laundry room. She’d been pulling her lacy lingerie out of her bag, tossing them into the washer. He’d caught her with a tiny scrap of red material that could loosely be called panties hanging from her fingertips.
They had locked gazes for a moment, the sexual tension thick around them.
Brady had stormed back out of the house, slamming the door behind him and forgetting exactly he’ he’d been going back inside.
Chloe had watched him go, then had smiled brightly to herself.
~*~*~*~*~*
Brady watched her as she weaved in and out of the crush of people in La Rouge Femme. She was like a ballerina, gracefully manuevering as she carried her tray above her head or propped on her hip.
And damned if he wasn’t standing there, absently pouring drinks, imagining her in that tiny pair of underwear he’d caught her washing. And if that were an example of her panties, then what the hell did she wear as a bra?
Growling in irritation, he turned his attention to Tammy and filling her orders, then allowed his eyes to stray back to Chloe.
She was standing at a table when the Garth Brooks song began playing; her head began to automatically nod to the beat and he saw her mouth form the first few words as she jotted down the orders.
Apparently, the customshe she was helping were charmed; they began singing along with her. Pretty soon, the table next to them joined in, and, like a chain, the entire bar suddenly began loudly belting out the jaunty tune.
“…Except a scene or two erased by sweet red wine; and I see a truck stop sign ahead, so I change lanes; I need a cup of coffee and a couple dollars change; Callin' Baton Rouge…”
Brady couldn’t help but smile when ‘Baton Rouge’ came out like a shout through the crowd.
“Operator won't you put me on through; I gotta' send my love down to Baton Rouge; Hurry up won't you put her on the line; I gotta' talk to the girl just one more time…”
Beside him, Brady heard Steve begin to sing along, his voice scratchy and horrificly off key. He started laughing and gave in, adding his voice to the den.
“Hello Samantha dear, I hope you're feelin' fine; And it won't be long until I'm with you all the time; But until then I'll spend my money right down to my last dime; Callin' Baton Rouge…”
Chloe swayed up to the bar, grinning from ear to ear. She continued to sing, too, and over the bawdy noise Brady could hear the sweetness of her tone. Their eyes found each other, a good natured ease sliding between them as they sang.
“Operator won't you put me on through; I gotta' send my love down to Baton Rouge; Hurry up won't you put her on the line; I gotta' talk to the girl just one more time; Callin' Baton Rouge; Sweet Baton Rouge, my Baton Rouge…”
As the song ended, the crowd erupted into loud cheers and hooting; Chloe and Brady laughed with each other while he placed glasses on her tray. Once she had her order, she gave him a saucy wink, then sauntered off, leaving him with a nice view of her rounded butt as she was slowly swallowed by the crowd.
It occurred to him that in the last twenty-four hours he’d seen her hauty, amused, angry and seductive. But just now he’d actually seen her happy, grinning with true delight over a song. He wondered what he’d have to do to have her smile like that because of him; and the thought that he was trying to figure out a way to make it happen disturbed him.