Noises (Ch.151, "Things That Go Bump...") - PG-13
Posted: Thu Oct 24, 2013 6:30 pm
A little something for the “Things That Go Bump in the Night” challenge, #151.
Noises
“Oh, Mick,” Coraline moaned, with that little sexy catch in her voice he so loved to hear, “don’t—don’t—”
Mick lifted his head from the small, perfect breast where he had been so agreeably occupied, and swiveled his head around, listening.
"Stop." Coraline finished with obvious irritation her voice. She raised up on her elbows to look at him questioningly. "What are you doing?" she asked.
"Sssshh," he said. "I thought I heard something."
"Seriously? Now?"
He made an apologetic little motion with his shoulders. "This house bugs me," he said. "Too much glass. Anybody could break in here."
"Well, I certainly didn't hear anything," she replied, thinking, And trust me, buddy, my ears are a lot better than yours. She didn't really want to say that, though, so she only looked at him, waiting.
"I think I better go check it out," Mick said. "You wait here, baby. I'll be right back."
It was a little bit of an effort to keep a straight face, but he was so adorable when he was being all masculine and protective. She sighed, as he sat up, swinging his feet off the edge of the bed and looking around for his pants. The moonlight from the open window gave his tanned skin a sheen like polished bronze, and Coraline found the view enchanting, as always.
“Really, Mick, I'm sure it's nothing."
He held a finger to his lips to signal for silence, and said very quietly, "There. I'm sure I heard it again."
"It's probably just the house settling," she said. "It does that." But she kept her tone low for his sake.
He pointed at her. “You,” he said, “stay here. Don't move. I'll be right back." And he pulled up his pants and fastened them quickly, leaving the ends of his belt to trail, undone.
Coraline flopped back on the bed, annoyed. Granted she hadn't really been listening, but seriously, there was no way anyone had entered her house without her knowledge. It just wasn't possible.
She frowned and sat up, reaching for the négligée tossed carelessly on the chair beside the bed. She wanted to see where Mick had disappeared to. He was walking around the edge of the large glassed-in living room, checking the doors to the pool, peering out to see that there was no one trespassing on the grounds. Everything seemed tightly buttoned up, but he still had a bad feeling, as though something wasn't quite right. He'd already checked the kitchen door. There really wasn't much else that needed to be examined. He knew this glass and steel building was the latest thing in home design, but it was too exposed for his taste. He’d take something a little less fashionable, and more solid, any day.
A faint clicking noise, the heels of Coraline's marabou mules hitting the floor, told him that she was behind him. She slipped her arms around his waist, her hands coming up to tease his nipples, still pebbled hard from the coolness of the night air in the room. And the feel of her mouth against the skin of his shoulder blade reminded him acutely of other places she’d laid those lips. The first time or two they’d been together, he’d worried about the temperature of her skin, but she only laughed and told him she had a very warm heart. And then proceeded to drive the matter out of his mind.
“Hey,” he said softly, “we’re standing in a window.”
She laughed. “There's no one to see in. Now, come back to bed, loverboy. Let's pick up where we left off.” She dropped her hands to caress lower and lower and he grunted, distracted again.
“All right,” he said, “I suppose there's nothing out here.”
There was a faint thud, a scratching. Mick whipped his head around. “Did you hear that? That was something.”
Coraline laughed, showing her little pointed teeth. “That? That was a branch against the window, Mick,” she said. “Trust me, in this house, the last thing you need to be worried about are things that go bump in the night.”
Noises
“Oh, Mick,” Coraline moaned, with that little sexy catch in her voice he so loved to hear, “don’t—don’t—”
Mick lifted his head from the small, perfect breast where he had been so agreeably occupied, and swiveled his head around, listening.
"Stop." Coraline finished with obvious irritation her voice. She raised up on her elbows to look at him questioningly. "What are you doing?" she asked.
"Sssshh," he said. "I thought I heard something."
"Seriously? Now?"
He made an apologetic little motion with his shoulders. "This house bugs me," he said. "Too much glass. Anybody could break in here."
"Well, I certainly didn't hear anything," she replied, thinking, And trust me, buddy, my ears are a lot better than yours. She didn't really want to say that, though, so she only looked at him, waiting.
"I think I better go check it out," Mick said. "You wait here, baby. I'll be right back."
It was a little bit of an effort to keep a straight face, but he was so adorable when he was being all masculine and protective. She sighed, as he sat up, swinging his feet off the edge of the bed and looking around for his pants. The moonlight from the open window gave his tanned skin a sheen like polished bronze, and Coraline found the view enchanting, as always.
“Really, Mick, I'm sure it's nothing."
He held a finger to his lips to signal for silence, and said very quietly, "There. I'm sure I heard it again."
"It's probably just the house settling," she said. "It does that." But she kept her tone low for his sake.
He pointed at her. “You,” he said, “stay here. Don't move. I'll be right back." And he pulled up his pants and fastened them quickly, leaving the ends of his belt to trail, undone.
Coraline flopped back on the bed, annoyed. Granted she hadn't really been listening, but seriously, there was no way anyone had entered her house without her knowledge. It just wasn't possible.
She frowned and sat up, reaching for the négligée tossed carelessly on the chair beside the bed. She wanted to see where Mick had disappeared to. He was walking around the edge of the large glassed-in living room, checking the doors to the pool, peering out to see that there was no one trespassing on the grounds. Everything seemed tightly buttoned up, but he still had a bad feeling, as though something wasn't quite right. He'd already checked the kitchen door. There really wasn't much else that needed to be examined. He knew this glass and steel building was the latest thing in home design, but it was too exposed for his taste. He’d take something a little less fashionable, and more solid, any day.
A faint clicking noise, the heels of Coraline's marabou mules hitting the floor, told him that she was behind him. She slipped her arms around his waist, her hands coming up to tease his nipples, still pebbled hard from the coolness of the night air in the room. And the feel of her mouth against the skin of his shoulder blade reminded him acutely of other places she’d laid those lips. The first time or two they’d been together, he’d worried about the temperature of her skin, but she only laughed and told him she had a very warm heart. And then proceeded to drive the matter out of his mind.
“Hey,” he said softly, “we’re standing in a window.”
She laughed. “There's no one to see in. Now, come back to bed, loverboy. Let's pick up where we left off.” She dropped her hands to caress lower and lower and he grunted, distracted again.
“All right,” he said, “I suppose there's nothing out here.”
There was a faint thud, a scratching. Mick whipped his head around. “Did you hear that? That was something.”
Coraline laughed, showing her little pointed teeth. “That? That was a branch against the window, Mick,” she said. “Trust me, in this house, the last thing you need to be worried about are things that go bump in the night.”