Freckles...Chapter 3 (PG-13)

“Why did you come back here?” “Why did you let me in?” “But why did you come here?” “Again, why did you let me in?” The conversation was a bunch of questions bouncing back and forth between them. She looked up at him, for he was quite tall. Her eyes were rolling back and seemed to say, “For the love of God, just spit it out!” Mark knew that look very well. The look was the same one she had given him many times over the years of their off and on romance. He looked back at her with a sly smile that seemed to say “I will play that game.” She also knew that mischievous look very well.

“Do you really want to know why I came back to see you?” “For heaven’s sake, yes, I do! Why would I ask you if I really didn’t want to know?”

“I don’t know. Woman can be fickle creatures who say one thing and mean another,” he said with his sarcastic witty smile, meant to make her angry. Mark always liked it when Tabitha got angry. He liked the way her eyes lit up—it was very sexy for him. He really missed her fiery temper that was so easily soothed over with his touch and presence. She was like a tempestuous sea that quickly quieted into a tranquil pond.

“Well, I am not that kind of woman. I do not like to play games or mess around.”

He eyed her up and down and smirked with the memory of all the time they had messed around together. “I wouldn’t exactly say that,” he said laughingly. 

She gave him a look. “Hey!” Tabitha said. “Get to the point. Why did you come here?”

“You know why I came here,” he paused for a second, “I came here for you!”

“For me?”

“Yes, for you, why else would I come? I miss you!” His eyes were now smoldering and she couldn’t help but look at his perfect lips. Without knowing it, she was staring and getting a stirring feeling deep down inside of her.  She shook her head in effort to shake off the feeling.

“I wish you hadn’t come here. Not now, not ever! I don’t want you here or need you here!” He was unconvinced by her pretty little speech. “Tabby, you don’t know what you are saying!” And with that she blew up at him! 

“Don’t call me Tabby. I have always hated that name! You don’t get to call me that! EVER!” 

“You are so sweet and I miss my lips lingering on your skin, mouth and … hmmm…” “Stop that!” “Don’t you miss it, sweet Tabby?”

“No,” she said, unconvinced herself. He moved closer to her. She could feel his body heat near her. She looked at his strong, wiry arms, with the veins gently popping out. His darker skin had always been a turn on for her. She loved the smell of his skin and it was an aphrodisiac for her. “Tabby, you shouldn’t say such things you know to not be true. You still love me, want me, I can tell.”

Tabitha shook her head as he reached for her face. His warm hand gentled pressed the side of her face and held it. Without thinking her face softened into his hand. She lost her hardened expression and her lips parted automatically in response to him, his touch. She looked up at him. Without noticing, he had his other arm around her waist with his fingers under her shirt. The sensation was wonderful. She looked into his eyes, then at his lips, then back at his eyes. His lustful lips yearned for hers. They met and melded together. It was wonderful for her.  It was wonderful for him. His hand dropped from her face to her breast. It smoothed over it lightly then dropped further to her hips and then around to her rump. She was in a spell with no escape. She hadn’t realized how badly she had missed him or how she missed the response her body gave to his touch.

“I know you missed me, too,” he whispered in her ear. “Yes,” she said breathlessly.  He pushed her backwards into the wall. She gently hit the wall and he pressed against her even more. She would feel him rising. It gave her a chill and a rush. She pushed her mouth further into his. Her tongue traced his lips and then fell warm and hot into his cool mouth. Mark gripped Tabitha tighter. His knuckles turned white. She felt him press up against her even harder. It was too much and she attacked him. Her hands shot up through his shirt to feel her hands against his back. That sent shivers down his spine and beyond. She scratched his back with both hands and her hands ended around his waist. She could feel his belt and how it fit tightly around his slim waist. Her mind went around and undid his pants and reached into the front of his pants. The minute she was brought back to earth and realized where this was going, she stopped suddenly and looked at him. His eyes were closed tightly.

Tabitha suddenly stopped and her arms fell to her side. She knew what her body wanted to do, but her mind kicked into high gear. ‘I shouldn’t be doing this!”

Mark noticed that her passion level had changed. He opened his eyes. “Mark,” she said, “I don’t think this is what we should be doing?” He was surprised and then again not surprised. “Why?” he whispered, “but it feels so right. Doesn’t it feel good for you?”

“Yes, it does!” she let out, “but I can’t do this right now. So much is happening with me right now.” She pulled a little ways from him, but he still held her in his arms. For her, he was still really close to her. “Tabby, what is it? What has been going on? What has happened since I left? Did someone hurt you? Is there another guy? Where does he live? Tell me!”

“Mark, settle down. I am fine and no one has done something to me.”

“Does it have to do with why you have a girl here with you? Is she living with you?”

“Yes, it has everything to do with that little girl. Her mother, my friend from my childhood, Olivia died over a week ago. In her will, I am named as the guardian and godmother. She is living with me now.”

“Oh,” he sighed, “That is a lot to take in. Is there anything I can do to help?”

“Not really. I do get lonely and sad now that my friend is gone. Her daughter reminds me of my dear, departed friend. That is hard.” Her attitude suddenly shifted and she blurted out, “Why the hell I am telling you all of this??” Her eyes went wide and she sunk into her thoughts. She spun around from out from under her. He looked at her. She pulled free from him.  Her body was shaking; he wasn’t sure if it was from rage or fear. Mark moved closer to her and again she pulled farther away from him. He just looked at her again.

“Tabby,” he implored. She put up her hand to say “don’t call me that, just don’t!”

“Tabby, “ he whispered softly, almost inaudibly. She collapsed onto the floor and he ran to catch her. He caught her body just before it hit the floor. She fell melancholy, so she fells slowly. “Tabby,” he said. He put his hands to her warm cheek. Her hands were sprawled out in either direction from her body. Her eyes were closed and looked weary underneath.  Suddenly she looked ill. He brushed the hair from her eyes. He now had a concerned look on his face. Everything had happened so fast. One minute they were making out and the next she has fallen down to the ground.  She had looked to strong, blossoming, and then weak and wilting. He didn’t get it, but he got concerned. 

Tabitha opened her eyes and saw him weakly. She gathered her hands from the floor and reached up to him—to his face. He leaned down to kiss her again. He was bent over kissing her. “I  love you!” she said. He was speechless. He knew she loved him, but he didn’t expect her to say it. I felt good to his eardrums. He felt a warm rush of love which was greater than his lust. He formed his mouth to return her treatise, but his voice box was constrained. 

She strained her neck up a little to kiss him again. What a sight they were on the floor. He pressed his mouth hard against her. She got tired from staining her neck and fell back into his lap. “Carry me to my bed,” she implored him. “Okay, if you say so,” smiled his voice. Her head fell back and his deafly picked her up. Once standing she positioned her head to lie on his chest. Tabitha could hear Mark’s heart beat. It was comforting. “Oh, God, I didn’t realize how lonely I was,” she told herself. 

He carried her up the stairs holding onto on side of the railing. Each step echoed through the house. Desmin’s door was closed and he followed the adjoining all to the master suite, Tabitha’s room. He lay her down on her red silk bed. Mark then carefully  lay behind her, spooning her. Tabitha moaned and reached back to his hand and brought them around her waist. It felt great. She gave in and there the two of them lay. Tabitha easily fell deeper into sleep, feeling the hot breathe of her lover behind her. Mark stayed awake longer tracing the shape of her body: her hips, thighs, stomach, breasts, neck. Then he settled his arms around her waist again and fell asleep beside her. Before he drifted off completely, he whispered, “I love you, my little angry angel” smiling into the night. A night full of dreams of the two of them danced around above them.