Perfect

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Fran stood before the foyer mirror, frowning. How had he made her feel so cheap? Usually she let the ‘prostitute’ comments slide, but the way that man on the subway treated her, she felt like nothing more than a two-cent whore. She groaned quietly to herself. Fran could barely look at herself, she felt so cheap. All she wanted at that moment was to grab some Häagen Dazs, throw on her Queens College sweatshirt, and eat her heart out. She couldn’t face anybody tonight, not even Mr. Sheffield, she thought to herself, sadly.

Several moments earlier, Maxwell had silently made his way through the front doors to the foyer. He had been working at the theatre all day, and hadn’t had a chance to see the kids or Fran. Glancing up as he reached to put his jacket away, he saw the expression on Fran’s face and stopped dead in his tracks. What happened to her? She looks so sad, so hurt. Maxwell was worried; he hadn’t seen Fran look so dejected before. He watched her as she looked down from the mirror, almost as if she couldn’t bear to look at herself. When he heard her groan, his heart broke. The emotion seeping out of that tiny vocalization was so heart-wrenching he could barely stand it. He didn’t know what was wrong, but he knew that he had to make it better.

As Maxwell opened the closet, the noise of the door hinge startled Fran out of her daze.

“Oh, Mr. Sheffield, I didn’t see you there! How was your day?” Fran tried to smile as genuinely as possible, but she knew it wasn’t believable. She wondered how long he had been there, and if he could tell how miserable she was.

“It was alright, Miss Fine. How was yours? Are you alright? You look upset. Is there anything I can do to make it better?”

Fran shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly at him. “I’m fine, don’t worry about me! I’m just gonna go grab a gallon of Häagen Dazs and head up to my room. Nothing a little ice cream can’t solve.”

“A little, Miss Fine? Since when is a gallon of ice cream ‘a little?’” Maxwell stepped slowly toward Fran, who backed away, not wanting to let her boss see how hurt she was, to think she was weak. “Why don’t we go into the kitchen, get some ice cream, and you can tell me all about whatever’s bothering you?” Before getting a response, he placed a strong hand on her lower back, gently guiding her to the kitchen.

Fran bit her lip nervously. Should she tell him what happened? What if he thought she was just being a baby? What if he agrees with the guy? No, he couldn’t. There wasn’t really any choice in the matter now anyway, she thought, as they reached the kitchen table and he pulled a seat out for her.

Maxwell went to the fridge to get Fran some ice cream. “So tell me, Miss Fine. What is it that’s upset you? Was it one of the children? Niles? It couldn’t have been C.C., she was with me at the theatre all day.” Fran shook her head in response to each.

“No, Mr. Sheffield, they were all fine today.” She glanced around the room, praying someone would enter and interrupt the conversation, but no one did.

Maxwell joined her at the table with a huge bowl of ice cream, complete with hot fudge and caramel, whipped cream, a cherry, and two spoons. “Tell me what’s wrong, Miss Fine. I hate to see you unhappy.”

Fran sighed to herself before taking a bite of ice cream. Deep down she knew she could trust him. “Okay. I was on the subway this evening heading home, and it was completely packed, so I had to stand and hold onto the rail above my head.” She glanced at Maxwell, who nodded at her to go on. “Well, there was this man standing behind me, and he was so terrible! I can’t even tell you what happened. It was just horrible!” She looked into his eyes, allowing all the emotions of the evening to surface as she slowly lowered her spoon to the bowl.

The way she looked at him, Max nearly lost it. He wanted to gather her in his arms and hold her tight, and tell her that everything was okay now that he was there, and she was safe. “What did he do to you, Miss Fine? Did he hurt you? Did he say something to you? What happened?” An anger rose within him that he couldn’t hide. He wanted to bloody kill the man who made her feel this way.

Fran’s eyes widened at the ire she saw in his face. I guess he really does care, she thought before continuing. “He… he grabbed at me, like I was a slut or something. Oh, Mr. Sheffield, it was just awful! I tried to push him away from me, but the train was so packed I couldn’t get away from him. I mean, usually I pay no attention to a guy who makes a comment or gives me a look, ya know? But this guy, I’ll tell ya. When I was getting off the subway he yelled after me that he’d seen better whores in dumpsters, and even if I was a prostitute, he wouldn’t pay. I know this sounds so dumb, but if you’d heard him, seen what he did to me… I feel so cheap.”

And with that, she burst into tears, covering her face with her hands. Maxwell immediately reached over, taking her small frame into his arms, wrapping himself around her. “Oh, God, Miss Fine. I am sorry. I am so sorry,” he murmured, rocking her gently.

“I’m just… a big baby… I know. But… I can’t… I can’t even look at myself now!” Fran managed to get out between sobs. She looked up from her hands, wiping the makeup from beneath her eyes. She had expected to see Mr. Sheffield just humoring her, but what she saw in his eyes was nothing of the sort. It was something she couldn’t recognize. She sniffled quietly as he spoke.

“God, Fran, I am so sorry for what that man did to you. If only I could find him, I’d kill him myself. You are a smart, wonderful, beautiful woman. Any man that can’t see that is scum.”

Fran’s eyes were wide. Fran? Did he just call me Fran? She was so shocked she could barely speak. “Well, thanks Mr. Sheffield, bu-”

Maxwell put a finger over her lips, stopping her mid-sentence. “Maxwell… Max.” Fran studied his face for a moment.

“…Max,” she hesitated.

“Look, Fran. I’m going to make it up to you for what this horrid excuse for a man has done to you. I’m going to help you see yourself for what you really are: perfect. Come with me.” Maxwell jumped out of his seat, grabbing Fran by the hand. She followed close behind, slightly confused, but all the while intrigued. What did he mean ‘he was going to help me see myself’? What’s he going to do? She raised an eyebrow, slightly skeptical of what he planned to do. Before she knew it, they were at his bedroom door, and he was pulling her in before locking the door and turning off the intercom. Now she was really confused. What the hell is going on? she thought as Maxwell led her to the full length mirror in the corner of his room. “Look in the mirror, Fran. You are perfect. You’re smart, you’re caring, you’re kind, you’re funny, you’re beautiful. You are everything, and I am going to make sure you know that.” Fran still didn’t understand, but she nodded slowly, entranced by the determination and emotion in his voice. “Turn around,” he ordered. She turned carefully to face him, his hands lightly brushing along her back and arms as she did so.

“Fran,” he started. He dropped his arms to his sides, looking her straight in the eye. “Your eyes. They’re so deep, so brown, and the way your eyes angle ever so slightly upward toward the outside is truly… breathtaking. When I look into your eyes I feel as though I could drown. When you look at someone, you make them feel like they’re the only thing in this universe. And your eyes are so expressive. Just the slightest glance can speak such volumes, it can be overwhelming. Sometimes, you look at me, and I feel as though I can see inside you, see your heart, your soul… and it’s beautiful.” She closed her eyes, blushing softly. Maxwell took a step forward, touching her face with both hands. “Please look at me, Fran. I want you to know this is real, this is you.” She nodded, opening her eyes to look at him. He was looking at her nose, smiling slightly.

“Have I ever told you how cute your nose is? I could just kiss it.” He leaned in to give her a light kiss on the tip of her nose, causing her to giggle softly.

“And your mouth. Oh, God, your mouth. Fran, you have the most delectable mouth I have ever seen or tasted. Everytime you smile at me, I melt. And whenever you’re surprised, you make this little ‘o’ with your mouth that is just too cute. All I want to do is kiss you, taste you.” Fran held his gaze with her own as he reached down to kiss her tenderly. “Mmm, you always taste so good, I can never get enough. Your lips are so perfect and full. I feel as though they’re screaming at me to kiss them over and over.” He kissed her again, this time more passionately. He wrapped his left arm around around her waist, pulling her closer to him, as his right hand found its way through her dark, luxurious curls, cradling her head. He opened his mouth slightly, letting his tongue run along her lips, barely touching them. Her moan was barely audibly as Fran’s lips parted, allowing him further access. Maxwell’s tongue entered her mouth slowly, exploring for only a moment before he pulled away carefully, hugging her as he looked into her eyes once again. “You just get better and better, Fran. That day when you told me you won the kissing contest and I didn’t believe you could do it… wow, was I wrong. I was never happier to be proved so, either.” Fran smiled, remembering that kiss. She had shocked herself with that one, it was so good. She reached up to kiss Maxwell again, but he only brushed his lips against hers for a second. “Darling, I’m not nearly finished yet. Let me finish.” She bit her lower lip slightly, liking the way this was going. “Did I mention how much it turns me on when you bite your lip like that?” He gave her a look dripping with desire, but Fran knew better than to pursue it. She knew he was building up to something special. So she settled for simply raising an eyebrow suggestively.

Catching the look, he continued. “You, Fran, have some of the most revealing eyebrows I’ve seen in my life. The way you raise one eyebrow when you’re skeptical or suggesting something, the way you raise your eyebrows in shock, the way you furrow your brow when you’re thinking of an excuse. It’s simply amazing.”

Maxwell looked at her for a moment before speaking again. Keeping eye contact, he brought his hands up to the sides of her face, his thumbs slowly caressing her cheekbones. “I don’t know if you know this, but you are a goddess. You’ve got perfect bone structure. High cheekbones, a defined, yet delightfully feminine jawline. And your chin… I love the way it fits perfectly on my shoulder when we dance. I could just hold your chin forever, looking into your eyes for eternity.”

At that moment, he gently lifted Fran’s chin with his hand, bringing her nose nearly close enough to touch his. Once again, Maxwell leaned into her, this time giving small kisses to her laugh lines. Fran let out a breath she didn’t realize she was holding as Maxwell spoke to her. “You are a woman who laughs, Fran. You make others laugh, as well. You bring joy into the lives of so many. Look what you’ve done for my children, for me. You brought light into a home that never thought it’d leave the darkness. Upon your arrival, laughter and happiness was rediscovered. All thanks to you. These lines, your laugh lines, although you may not be happy about them, are a symbol to the world. A symbol of your good heart and your ability to spread happiness. That is a gift you have, and it is one I will cherish for all my life. Thank you, Fran.”

He smiled at her then, a small, grateful smile. She could do nothing but nod and mutter “You’re welcome,” she was so touched. Oy! He’s never been this honest with me before, it’s so amazing, she thought. I’m plotzing from all the emotions being shared!

They shared a light kiss before he went on. “You are by far the best listener I have come upon. You not only hear what I say, but what I don’t say. You hear what I’m afraid to say, what I believe I can’t say. Not to mention just how adorable your ears are. So small, so perfect.” He raised his right hand, slowly and delicately running his finger over the shell of her left ear, watching her shiver slightly in response. “I can’t even tell you how long I’ve wanted to touch you like this,” he whispered into her ear before lightly tracing the path his finger just took with his tongue, causing Fran to whimper quietly.

Maxwell drew her closer, bringing his hands around her waist and running his fingers along her spine. He watched her shiver with pleasure before reaching up to the mass of hair cascading down her back. With one hand he reached up and touched her widow’s peak, staring at her silently. Wow, nobody’s ever touched me there like that! Fran thought excitedly, trying to imagine what he might say next. “I don’t know what it is, Fran, but something about your widow’s peak is just so damn alluring. All of your hair, in fact, is practically irresistable. I am constantly finding myself wanting to run my fingers through your gorgeous, dark, curly hair. Whenever you put it up, all atop your head, you almost always have a few tendrils that escape, hanging loosely at your temples. It’s so elegant and mesmerizing I find it impossible to take my eyes off you. Even when you’ve just thrown your hair up for breakfast with the family, you look stunning. My darling, you are just so beautiful.”

As he was speaking, Fran looked down at his hand, noticing the way he absentmindedly twirled a lock of her hair around his finger. Every so often his finger would brush against her neck, causing her to gasp, but he didn’t seem to notice. Maybe he’s so into this he doesn’t realize what he’s doing to me. Or maybe he knows exactly what he’s doing to me, and he wants it to happen. All I know is that I could jump him right here, right now. The things he is telling me alone are enough to make my knees weak. Nobody has ever been so sweet. Nobody has ever taken the time to tell me every little thing they loved about me. No other man has ever made me feel the way this man has made me feel, solely by speaking to me. Hell, no other man has eva’ made me feel this way… period! Fran looked back up into Maxwell’s eyes, appreciative of what he was doing for her, eager for him to continue, and hopeful for what was to come.

Upon finishing, he moved his hand from the hair he was twirling to rest gently on the side of her neck, his thumb ever so carefully massaging the soft skin under her chin. He looked into her eyes for a moment before leaning in to kiss her just below her right ear. His mouth lingered there, his breath slightly irregular against her skin. She could tell he was turning himself on just as much as he was turning her on. Taking his time, Maxwell made his way down and across the front of her neck, kissing, licking, and sucking as he went. He stopped at the juncture of her collarbones, dipping his tongue into the slight indentation there. He lifted his head to look Fran in the eyes, only to find them tightly closed as she bit her lower lip in pleasure. “I love that you feel everything so deeply and completely. God, you’re so sensitive everywhere, it’s so enticing to watch you react to what I do to you. I could just kiss you all over, if you’d let me.”

Oh, I’d let you, she thought to herself. Noticing his silence and absence of movement, she opened her eyes. She looked down at him looking up at her, and could barely breathe. The look in his eyes was so innocent, so pleading, she could only nod. Maxwell’s eyes slowly made their way down her face and neck to her collarbone. He bent over her, taking the smooth bone in his mouth, nibbling and kissing along it until he came to neckline of Fran’s top. She was wearing a small dark green jacket with matching short skirt, and black high heeled shoes. She didn’t wear green often, but he loved when she did. The way it contrasted with her porcelain skin made her all the more alluring. “Fran, you look absolutely stunning in green. I do wish you’d wear it more often,” he said, staring into her eyes. She nodded, making a mental note to buy more green clothes. As his gaze fell back to her clothing, he reached out slowly to unbutton the jacket. Fran watched his hands intently as what should have taken only seconds seemed to take an eternity. Finally, as he got the last of the three buttons undone, Maxwell slowly opened the green jacket to reveal a very fitted black tank top. Moving a little to help him remove the item of clothing, Fran shuddered at the feel of the material sliding down her arms to the floor behind her.

Immediately he took her small hands in his larger ones as he looked into her eyes. He gently ran his hands up her her arms to her shoulders, then back down again. “Your skin is so soft, Fran. So smooth and warm and inviting.” He lifted both her hands, taking time to kiss the back of each, sucking lightly on the skin there. Maxwell raised his eyes to speak once again. “My darling, you always smell so wonderful. I find myself leaning in to breathe in your intoxicating scent whenever you’re near me. Sometimes I come look for you just so I can have a chance to be near you, smell you, touch you. You are, without a doubt, magnificent.” Carefully he let one arm fall back to its resting place as he slowly kissed his way up the other, all the while watching Fran watching him. Reaching the inside of her elbow, Maxwell stopped moving upward. There, he opened his mouth slightly, allowing his hot mouth to meet her cool skin. Her eyes fluttered closed for a second at the feeling of his tongue on her, a reaction he was quite proud of. He loved that he could make her feel good. Continuing on his way after a moment, he traveled up to her shoulder. Brushing her curly hair to her back, he admired the light sprinkling of freckles he saw. He had never noticed them before, but he loved them immediately.

Looking from her shoulder to her face, Maxwell deliberately brought his hands down Fran’s back and around to her waist. Taking his time, he leisurely pulled her tank top free from her skirt, revealing only for a second the smooth skin of her stomach as he reached his hands under the smooth cotton to caress her body. He pulled her closer as he did so, bringing his hands to her sides, his thumbs gently tickling her ribs. “I cannot put into words how it makes me feel to touch you in this way, Fran. I want nothing more than to lose myself in you. You are so perfect to me.”

Fran blushed slightly at the compliment. Hoo haa! Is he good or WHAT?! she thought to herself. “I want nothing more than for you to lose yourself in me, either, Max,” Fran whispered, eyeing him seductively.

“Now, Fran, I want this as much as you do, but I still fully intend to show you exactly how stunning and truly wonderful a creature you are, so you’re going to have to wait a bit longer,” he said, barely hiding his hunger for her. With that, he continued. “This has to go,” he said mostly to himself as he placed the palms of his hands flat against her sides, bringing them up her body, pulling the top up as well. “Lift your arms, darling,” he more ordered than asked, finally lifting the tank top up and over Fran’s head, dropping it on the floor with her jacket. His arms fell to his sides as his mind registered exactly what he was seeing. Her upper body was clad only in a lacy black bra, cut so perfectly across her chest that Maxwell could barely contain himself. His jaw dropped slightly and he gasped quietly at the beauty before him. He was in such awe of her exquisite form that he couldn’t have moved if the roof was about to collapse on him.

Fran smiled proudly. It’d been years since she’d shown herself to a man, and it felt good to know she still had it. She wanted so badly for him to touch her, but she knew he wanted to do this his way, so she had no choice but to watch him and wait.

“My… God… Fran.” He blinked once. “You’re… you’re breathtaking. Beyond stunning. Never before have I seen anything so gorgeous. I can’t even put into words what I’m thinking and feeling right now.” He drew his arms around her waist, touching his temple to hers.

“Then show me,” she breathed into his ear as she hugged herself as close to him as she could possibly get.

Maxwell moaned at the feel of her nearly naked body against his, aching to take his own shirt off and feel her against his bare chest. But he had a mission, and by George, he was going to fulfill it. Kissing down her other arm, he intertwined her fingers with his, squeezing her hand tightly as his mouth reached her wrist. He pressed his mouth to the inside of her wrist, feeling her pulse against his lips. Sensing its heightened pace, he felt good, but knew he had to slow down, or he’d never finish. Tenderly replacing her hand at her side, he stood up straight to look in her eyes. “I can’t show you just yet. But if you let me continue…”

His eyes held the question of taking what he was doing further. She nodded, taking his hands in her own and bringing them around her back to the hooks of her bra. He unhooked them, but with a mixture of fear, anticipation and excitement, he couldn’t get himself to continue. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea. Maybe I should have stopped before taking her clothes off. Oh, what have I done? he thought to himself, staring into the dark brown pools that were Fran’s eyes.

He looked for any sign of fear or despair, but found nothing but desire in them. Trailing his eyes down her body to her chest, he found that she had begun to help him remove her bra. Regaining his initiative, he brought his gaze back to her eyes and then carefully slid the bra down her arms and to the floor. He stared at her for a good long moment before looking down at her body again. When he finally did, his eyes widened, frozen on her breasts.

Fran waited for him to say something, anything. She saw him open his mouth to speak several times, but nothing came out. Wow, he either loves what he sees, or hates it so much he can’t find words for it. Let’s hope he loves it. Leaning to one side, her body shifted, breaking Maxwell’s daze. “Fran…” he started. He stared. He looked up into her eyes then back down at her body, then back up at her face. “Literally, there are no words to describe you… other than perfect goddess. Truly.”

She smiled, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment and a hint of pride. “I don’t believe I’ve ever seen a more beautiful sight in my life. May I… touch… you?” She nodded calmly, covering up her ecstatic interior. Oh my God! I can’t believe I’m about to be touched somewhere so intimate… by none other than Mr. Sheffield! This has got to be a dream. Quick! I better pinch myself and make sure I’m awake. Fran casually pinched the outside of her leg, flinching slightly. Hoo haa! This isn’t a dream! Bring it on, baby! She put on her most seductive face as Maxwell ran his hands up her arms and then down the sides of her body, cupping her breasts with his hands, his fingers gently caressing the smooth skin. She leaned into his touch, wanting more. Keeping eye contact, he slowly leaned over her body, kissing the center of her chest, just above her breasts. “You’re so… exhilarating. Just being near you… being able to kiss you here…” He kissed her just above her left breast, “…and here…” then kissed the underside of it, stroking the side of her breast with his thumb. “…makes me crazy!”

“Oh… me too…” Fran moaned, her head spinning at the feel of his mouth on her breast. She immediately felt a surge of moistness between her legs. As his mouth inched its way around her breast, slowly torturing her by avoiding its peak, she felt his left hand begin to massage her other breast. Her knees start to weaken from all the sensation flooding from her upper body straight to the core of her being.

Sensing the weakness of her legs as she wobbled a bit in his arms, Max moved his right arm around her back, steadying her body tightly against his. Upon such heavy contact between them, she felt his arousal against her leg, producing a loud groan in the back of her throat as she frantically pressed her body against his. Finally ending Fran’s torture, he moved to her nipple. He ran his tongue over it slightly, feeling her shudder beneath him, before taking it fully into his mouth. He sucked delicately, pressing her writhing body against his in need. After several moments of lavishing her breast with attention, he looked up at her, smiling softly at what he saw. Her head fell back as far as it could, her neck completely exposed to him, as she gasped for breath. “I could spend forever here with you, my darling… touching you, tasting you, feeling you against me. I could never get enough.”

She slowly brought her head back up, meeting his eyes. She pulled him up to a standing position before kissing him with all she had. She thrust her tongue into his mouth, equally thrusting her hips into his while searching the wet heat of his mouth. Their tongues danced as they embraced one another, desperately trying to get as close to each other as possible. Maxwell’s hands roamed her back, feeling the delicate muscles of her tiny frame. One hand found her neck, tickling her hairline as their kiss deepened. Within seconds, his other hand met the top of her skirt, his fingers traveling mischeviously along the waistline. He looked into her eyes, giving her a look that sent tingles down her spine. He pulled his mouth away from hers, looking so intensely at her that she was sure he was committing her face to memory. At that moment, she felt so overwhelmed with emotion that she had to close her eyes.

“Open your eyes, darling. Please watch.” She opened them to find him smiling at her, his eyes now full of love. “This is all for you. You. I don’t think you know just how perfect you are, how much you mean to me. Any man who can’t see that is a bloody cad!” He shook his head at the thought of why she was so upset earlier. He really could just murder the man who hurt her like this. Looking back at the woman he loved, he leaned in and kissed the tip of her nose, his lips just barely grazing her skin. He kissed her mouth lightly, and then her chin, making a path from there to her ear with his tongue and lips. He hovered near her ear, humming quietly as he traced the tiny features there. Taking his time, Max kissed his way down her neck to her right breast, stopping every so often to suck tenderly on the hot flesh beneath him. Each time he did so, he felt Fran pushing into him, desperately wanting more. Upon reaching her breast, he stopped. He leaned back for a second, looking at her.

Fran looked down, wondering what had happened. Maxwell had moved both hands to her back once again, and she watched as he pulled her body to him, resting the side of his face over her heart. “You’re in my heart, Fran. Always,” he said to her, listening to her heart beating at an erratic pace. “Am I in yours?”

She said nothing as she brought her hands along his arms and up to his thick head of hair. She ran the fingers of one hand through his curls as her other hand touched his chin, guiding his gaze to meet hers. “Would I be lettin’ you do this to me if you weren’t?” She winked at him before continuing. “Of course you are. I’ve loved you since the moment I met you. This has been something I’ve dreamt and hoped of for years now. You’re in my heart now, and you will be forever, Max.”

He turned his head, kissing her chest directly between her breasts. He traced a jagged path down her stomach with his tongue, licking and sucking as he went along. Reaching her navel, he ran his tongue around its edge and then dipped it into the tiny cavern before applying liberal kisses all over her toned stomach. He reveled in her warm, smooth skin, smiling against her each time he felt her muscles twitch beneath him. He heard her moan as her hands gripped his shoulders to keep from collapsing in his arms. He brought his hands to her waist, standing up fully once again. Max lovingly caressed her as he brought his hands up the sides of her body and then down her arms to her hands. Bringing their hands together between them, he turned his back to the bed, all the while looking intently into her deep brown eyes. He rubbed the back of Fran’s hands with his thumbs as he gently guided her to the bed, leading her to sit beside him.

“You’re more gorgeous than I could ever have imagined, Fran,” he said as he ran his hand down her right leg, brushing the tips of his fingers along her smooth skin as he reached her calf. With his other hand, he reached out to her shoulder, turning her slightly to face him as he effortlessly lifted her leg into his lap. He removed her shoe, massaging her foot lightly and smiling at her. She smiled back, enjoying the free body work. “You know,” he started, looking down at her foot for a moment before looking back at her eyes, “I love when you get all dressed up to go to a special event. You always look so smashing! In those form-fitting gowns, and those sexy little shoes, you look so elegant and classy. You are a classy woman, my darling. You may not feel that way sometimes, but trust me. It’s just one of the million things I love about you.”

He let his gaze fall back to her foot, taking in the shapeliness of her leg as his eyes moved upward. He drew a light path up her thigh with his hand, squeezing her leg slightly as he reached the hem of her skirt. He took a deep breath and looked into her eyes. “I’ve never seen more extraordinary legs on a woman.” His fingers inched along her inner thigh until they found the top of her thigh-high panty hose. As he tucked his fingers under the edge and slid the hose down her leg and off in a single fluid movement, Fran felt another surge of wetness between her thighs.

He brought one hand to the back of her knee. “I love your knees,” he whispered, bending her leg up to kiss the top of her knee. Softly stroking her calf, he got up from the bed, kneeling on the floor at her knees.

Fran looked down at him, suddenly aware of how close he was to her most sensual area. The thought of what may be coming immediately filled her abdomen with warmth. Does he look sexy like that or WHAT? she thought, admiring the view of him on his knees between her legs. I wish I had the camera! She giggled at the thought, imagining Maxwell’s reaction if she were to yank it out just then and snap a picture.

He lifted her leg once again, bringing his mouth to her ankle. He nibbled on the bone there, feeling her squirm under the touch of his teeth against her skin. He then trailed his way up her leg, pressing the warmth of his mouth against her cool skin. He kissed her calf, opening his mouth just enough for his tongue to slip out and taste her. Fran moaned, her voice echoing in the otherwise silent room. She let her arms slide out from supporting her, falling onto her back. He watched her skin cover in goosebumps as he moved along, every once in a while darting his tongue out to trace a curve, or to tickle her slightly. God, I love the way she responds to me. The slightest touch seems to send chills down her spine. The simple act of kissing her elicits the sexiest of moans. She is truly amazing.

Reaching her thigh, he pulled her body closer, bringing her to the edge of the bed. He delicately nudged her legs apart, kissing the inside of her upper leg. He groaned loudly, feeling the heat radiating from her center. Moving closer, he smelled her raw, intoxicating scent, and almost passed out. “God, you’re sexy!” He growled between kisses. He held onto the outside of her leg, dragging his nails across her skin as he bit her inner thigh just hard enough to shock her. She arched her back in pleasure, moaning his name. “Ohhh Max!” He soothed the area by sucking gently before moving to the other leg, eliciting soft whimpers from her luscious lips.

Removing her other shoe, Maxwell wasted no time getting her thigh highs off. He savagely gripped her leg, suddenly filled with a passion greater than he’d ever felt before. He wanted to give her everything, heart and soul. He wanted to make her feel better than ever before. He wanted to show her that she was the most important thing in the world to him, and that he’d never let her go. He leaned into her, his nose at the hem of her short green skirt. He filled his nostrils with her pure, feminine aroma before running his tongue along the bottom of her skirt. He traveled down Fran’s leg, closing his lips on her soft skin. He wanted to drink her in, feel her all around him, get lost in her. Reaching her foot, Max massaged it tenderly as he did the other before setting it down on the floor. “Your feet are still model-worthy, you know, Fran. They’re every bit as beautiful as in that commercial where you played basketball in pumps, if not even moreso.” She wiggled her toes slightly, smiling at down at him from her position on her back. He grabbed her foot and tickled it, grinning as she thrashed around on the bed, laughing and screaming for him to stop.

Setting her foot down once again and then standing silently, he was awe-striken by the vision before him. Covered only by a small skirt, Fran was nearly completely visible to Max’s loving eyes. As she watched him look over her body, she sat up slowly, reaching out to him with her hands. She took his hands and then inched herself backward on the bed, pulling him along with her.

Sitting beside her on the bed, he caressed her leg with his hand. As he reached the hem of her skirt, he ran his fingers along it to her other leg, then moved up to her waist. Pulling her body toward him, he felt around her lower back for the skirt’s zipper. Gently guiding it down, he laid Fran back on the bed before lifting her knees slightly. He nudged her hips a little for her to raise them, then swiftly brought the dark green material down her legs and onto the floor, his eyes following his hands. Looking back up at her, Maxwell laid on his side, his head propped up with his arm. “I was wrong, you’re not model-worthy. You’re more gorgeous than any model, my love,” he whispered, resting his free hand on her flat stomach. He drew careful circles with his fingers, feeling her muscles tighten and relax beneath his touch.

Fran looked into his eyes, so grateful for what he was doing for her. She reached her hand up to touch his cheek, smiling at him. “Thank you, Max.”

“For what, Fran?” he asked, looking deep into her eyes. “I’m just being honest. You really are the most wonderful woman I’ve ever met.” He smiled at her warmly, trying to convey his love.

“For everything. For hiring me, for not firing me, for being my friend, for listening to my problems, for this. Thank you for everything, from the bottom of my heart. You don’t know how much this means to me… I’m just some poor schlub from Queens. All that you have given me is more than I could ever imagine.” Fran looked down for a second, then back into his eyes. She hoped he could understand how deeply she appreciated what he had done for her.

He laughed softly, bringing his hand up to her face, brushing her hair out of her eyes. “You’re not just some poor schlub from Queens. You’re my poor schlub from Queens. I love you, Fran. I love you so very much, and I just want you to know how special you are. Not just to me, but to everyone. You have a special fire that nobody else possesses. What you have inside you is unique. You are one of a kind. You are the best.” He reached his hand behind her head, rubbing the back of her neck soothingly.

She looked at him, speechless for one of the few times in her life. “I love you, too, Maxwell,” she murmured after a few minutes. She threw her arms around his neck, hugging him close to her.

“Besides, I wouldn’t do this for just anybody, you know,” he breathed in her ear, smiling against her hair.

Fran pushed him away briefly, looking at his smiling face. “I should hope not, mista!” Pulling him back again, she ran her hands down his back to the bottom of his shirt. “Take off your shirt. I want to feel your skin on mine,” she demanded, pulling at his shirt with closed fists.

He shook his head, lifting her chin to speak to her. “Uh uh. This is about you. All about you tonight. And I’m going to finish what I started.”

“Well then finish already!” She half-joked, winking at him and pressing her body against his.

He leaned over her, kissing her softly. He lingered for a moment, loving the feel of her soft, full lips against his. Pulling himself back up into a sitting position, he glanced down at the sole piece of clothing left on Fran’s body: her panties. Lacy black bikinis, they were obviously part of a matching set with the bra she had been wearing. He drew his finger along the top of her panties, stopping at her hip. “You’re so feminine, Fran. Your makeup, the way you dress, the way you act, but especially your figure. You’re soft where you should be, curvy in all the right places, and overall just spectacular.” His fingers continued their travels, running from her hip inward, then passing across the fabric to the other leg before making its way to the other hip. As he felt his way across the lacy material, Max felt Fran’s entire body tighten beside him. After reaching her hip, he brought his hand back to her center, massaging lightly. Fran thrust her hips against his hand, wishing there weren’t panties between his hand and her body.

Sensing her need, Max gripped the sides of lacy material, quickly pulling them down her legs. He looked back up, stunned to silence by the picture before him. Finally his fantasies were coming true. After all that time dreaming about how perfect her body would be, he was finally seeing it in real life. “I… I… you… you’re more perfect than I dreamed you could be, Fran. You’re an angel, you’re beautiful.” He looked back up to her face, gazing into her big, brown eyes. “I love you, more than you could ever know. I love you, Fran.” He spread out next to her, reaching down to kiss her passionately.

Breaking the kiss after a moment, Fran ran her hand down his back, pulling him closer to her. “I love you, too, Max. Please… make love to me.” She reached for his his belt, urging him to undress as well. Brushing his lips against hers once more, Max got up from the bed, removing his clothing in record time before climbing back on the bed with her.

Fran slowly inspected Maxwell’s body, taking in everything from his grey streak down to his toes. “God, you’re sexy!” she whispered as she ran her hands all over his smooth, toned chest. She pressed her body against his, moaning softly as he ran his hand up her body to her shoulder, pushing her back flat onto the bed.

Max positioned himself over her carefully. “Are you completely sure you want to do this, darling? We can wait if you aren’t ready.” He rubbed her cheek softly with the back of his knuckles, an intense look in his eyes.

“I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life, Maxwell. Take me,” she moaned, drawing her hands down her back to his bottom, lightly digging her nails into his flesh. He arched his back at her touch, moaning her name.

Looking in her eyes, he slowly entered her. Her eyes fluttered closed as she moaned against his neck. “Look at me, Fran. Don’t close your eyes.” She opened them once again, staring deep into his green eyes. Max moved slowly at first, not wanting to hurt her or cause any discomfort, but he quickly built up speed as he felt Fran writhing and moaning beneath him.

With a sense of urgency, he took her mouth, quickly finding her tongue with his. He broke the kiss as he began to feel her inner walls contract around him, forcing a loud groan from deep inside his chest. He lifted his body slightly, taking one breast in his hand as he sought the other out with his mouth. His tongue mirrored the movements of his fingers as he continued to move within her. He pinched one nipple between his fingers as he sucked hungrily on the other with his mouth. “Oh…Max…yes” Fran breathed as she felt herself getting closer. She thrust her hips rhythmically with his, arching her body against him to feel as much of his skin against hers as she could. The muscles of her center tightened around him one last time as she wailed in ecstacy. A few seconds later Max drove himself inside her one last time before climaxing himself, moaning Fran’s name in her hair as he did so.

His body collapsed on hers as he struggled to regain some semblance of regular breathing. Fran reached up to run her fingers through his hair, her chest still heaving beneath him. He rolled over beside her, pulling her close to rest her head in the crook of his neck. As their heartbeats slowed and relaxed, they looked into one another’s eyes, contentment having washed over both their faces.

They laid there silently for several moments as exhaustion set in, thinking about what had happened. “You are perfect,” Max whispered, kissing Fran’s lips tenderly as he fell into a peaceful slumber.

And as Fran, too, slipped into a comfortable sleep, she smiled at where she was. She was finally with the man she loved. He made her whole, he made her perfect.