Supernatural LoveA Chapter by TKBickel
Mick strolled around Kelsey’s living room. It wasn’t close to what he envisioned a witch’s house would look like, as in dark velvet, jars of pickled foreign looking animals and maybe Vincent Price laughing in the background. Don’t forget a big black kettle in a huge fireplace with a creepy looking black cat hissing. He chuckled at his crazy imagination.
Very clean and contemporary greeted him, black and white with a touch of red for an accent color. Strolling over to a white couch, he sank down in it. Idle hands grabbed a red satiny pillow and laid it on his lap. Fingers slid around it subconsciously as he studied the room. A pumpkin sitting on her round glass dinning room table was the only hint of Halloween in her home.
Kelsey returned with an open bottle of some kind of German beer. He returned the pillow to its perfect spot and accepted the offering. “Are you reading my mind?”
She hesitated at his question then giggled.
The pearly whites flashed. “See I can play too.”
Joining him on the couch, she drank deeply from her green bottle and placed it on the black and glass end-table. “Let’s discuss your little problem.” He watched the unlacing of the knee-high, high-heel black boot. “What happens?” A boot dropped on the thick fuzzy white area rug.
An eyebrow rose to the reveal of blood red painted toes. Nice. “Well when it comes to, as you said, the bump and grind thing,” the second boot hit the floor. “I seem to get a feedback affect of their…heighten feelings.” A low hmmm was her response but he didn’t know if it was from what he said or from her toes playing in the deep fur of the white rug. “It’s overwhelming and I can’t seem to figure out how to fight it off.”
“Intriguing, take your boots off.”
“What?” Is she even listening to me?
“You seem to be a tense person. Relaxing would be a good start to fix your problem.” She grabbed his leg and worked on the boot lace in her lap. “Besides, these mud clompers are hell on my white rug. I like my white rug and you will to when you let your toes romp through it.”
Why is everyone telling me to relax? “I am not tense.”
She managed to strip off the boots and socks. “Don’t be so defensive and yes you are. Now let you toes play.” She chucked his bare feet off her lap.
Giving in, he slid his toes into the dense white fuzz. A subconscious, “mmm,” slipped out with a grin. “I see what you mean.”
“You may not realize it but your shoulders dropped.”
“I guess I might have been a touch wound. Can’t help it after the night we’ve had.”
“Back to the problem, fighting it doesn’t work so you need a different approach.”
“What do you have in mind?”
“I’ll tell you after I ditch some of these layers. Take off you jacket and make yourself at home.” Mick eyes followed her as she crossed over the rug to another room. “Be right back.”
Taking a quick swig, his toes flex and dug into the fluffy white cloud on the floor. Subconsciously, his imagination jumped at the chance to play again. I wonder what would it feel like to roll around naked in that cloud? His mind played up the fantasy and a vision of red curls fanned across it made him hum with delight. Wait a minute. Do I even want to go there? She is a witch.
Polishing off the rest of his beer in thought, he came to the conclusion he liked her. She is one fine looking Irish woman. Most of all, he trusted her.
Becoming a little restless with his mind at play, he shed the jacket, stood up and shuffled his feet to the end table. Placing his bottle next to hers, he continued to shuffle around and found Kelsey leaning in the doorway with a sexy little smile, watching him.
Imagination time screeched to a halt. Reality was looking really interesting. The layers were replaced with a short silky white robe with a red rose pattern. Arms crossed under her chest held it together at the moment. “I see you are enjoying my white rug.”
He met her sly smile with the Simon killer grin. “I think I’m going to get one for my bedroom.”
“Really, the bedroom, now that sounds interesting.” She strolled slowly to the center of the popular white rug, keeping a hand for closer on her robe. “Ok, I think we are about out of time. Let’s focus on your problem. Come here.”
Trying to maintain his nonchalant composer, he met her in the center. How the hell am I suppose to focus on anything but that robe? “What now?”
She circled around, studying him like an exotic bug again. “I want to explain something before this…proceeds. I’m an open minded person but that doesn’t mean I’m some kind of slag. I’m picky, very picky. There haven’t been too many…boyfriends in my life. Our bodies are sacred. We live, laugh and love in them. These vessels should be treated with respect.” Stopping in front of him, her thumb traced along his cheekbone. “You are intriguing and I find myself rather attracted to you.”
He took her hand and kissed the back of it. “Likewise, you are very beautiful woman.” Her smile stretched ear to ear. “What now?”
“We prepare and wait.” Claiming her hand back, she tugged out his shirt and helped it off then pointed at his pants, “drop them.”
An eyebrow rose. “And how is that suppose to help my problem? Please keep in mind I’m not complaining, I just want to be enlightened.”
The circling commenced again. “Your body, what I think, is bombarded with intense cosmic energy that they produce. I love to know how they do that and how you’re attached to them.” Returning front and center, an arm hugged her body as an elbow rested on it, letting a finger tap her chin. Brows knitted as she studied him. “We are going to expel that energy.”
* * * * *
“Do you think I would lie to you about something like that? Hell Sammie, do you think I would blatantly lie to you about anything?”
Samantha barely let out a, “no,” response. Sam was upset. She couldn’t figure out if he was angry at her or if she hurt him, maybe both.
“Samantha Kelley I meant every word of it.” His skin began to tingle. “There is no me without you.” A burn started in the core of his body and crept through his limbs, creating more intensity behind his word. “I love you. I always have and always will.”
The first time he felt the magnetic pull to her in the hotel bathroom couldn’t compare to how bad it pulled now. “I would give you my heart, body and soul but you already posses them.” He sealed his testimony with a kiss. The kiss softly grew into its own living being, pushing further, deeper with the building demand. His body eagerly absorbed her energy.
She opened and freely fed his needs. Rocking his physical and spiritual world unbalanced with the hard hit of her essence, his world slipped and shifted in and out, spinning all senses. There was no denying the powerful hum coming from them. The purple dome returned and closed in around them becoming smaller and smaller. As the diminishing dome collapsed around their bodies, it squeezed into them. Pleasure and pain mixed as their energy essences compressed as one.
He felt her past pain, loneliness and anger but now a powering love and joy brought up the parade of emotions. His being eagerly ate them up and filled a part of him he didn’t know was missing, craving.
As Samantha took on the cosmic vise grip squeeze, she felt his longing, loneness and fear from the past. Now he radiated love. She knew he filled a missing piece of her but this was so much more. Apart of him was now a part of her, filling in the crevasses of the old scary void left over. His blue eyes glowed brightly with his blue aura. You have to be an angel. Afraid to break the enchanted spell, she whispered her question. “What just happened?”
“I think…that was Bonding. I knew you are the one and only for me. When we confessed how we truly felt, giving ourselves over to each other, it must have caused the Bonding.”
“So you really do love me?”
“Jesus woman we just Bonded. From what I understand about it, that just doesn’t happen to anyone. You have me for forever.” He smiled in knowing he had her for forever too.
“So you really do love me.”
“Damn Right!” His lips couldn’t find the right words to express how much he loved her. So he planned on using them in a different way, along with other part of himself, to show her over and over until she finally believed and never forgot.
© 2012 TKBickel
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