>> Monday, February 16, 2009

Lily hugged the black bag closer to her body and grinned. "Mine."

Jon shook his head and laughed, "I could say the same thing about the person holding the bag."

She ran palmed his cheek, "you're cute." She dove deep into the bag and lifted a silver wrapped package out. She squeezed it easily. "Mmm soft." She tugged apart the paper and pulled out silky black lace. Two pieces. "Damn," she held up the bra and then the skimpy thong.

"I'll be able to wear this back in London," she grinned.

"Like fuck you will." He didn't buy it for it to be wasted back in London. He bought it to be worn here. For his eyes only.

"It's gorgeous though Jon, although somehow I think it's more for you than me." She winked. She didn't mind though, she intended to use it exactly for that. She dug her hand further into the bag and pulled out a long slim box wrapped in red shiny paper.

"What can I say? I'm a selfish guy." He chuckled. He pulled his legs up to his chest as he watched her unwrap the second gift. He grinned when her eyes lifted and her lips curled into a smile.

"Jon –," she let the long silver chain run over her fingers down to the sapphire color stone set in a silver rectangle pendant. She plucked the matching ring, an over sized button shaped one that matched.

“You like?” he asked hopefully. Ever since he'd seen it in unique jewelers in Soho, he knew it was perfect for her. Elegant and very much her style.

“It's gorgeous, I don't know what to say.” She slipped on the ring on right hand index finger and held it up. “It's perfect, you've obviously been paying attention.” She could of picked the exact same set out for herself.

He lifted the chain from her hand and motioned her to turn away from him. He swept her hair aside and scooped the necklace around her, hooking the clasp into place. The pendant rested just above the dip of the valley of her breasts.

“When it comes to you, I always pay attention.” He kissed where he fastened the necklace and along her shoulders.

She closed her eyes as the heat of his body found hers. She was so relaxed, so at home in his arms. The old Lily, back in London at this point was hard to remember. The one that worked till sometimes till eleven o'clock at night and came home with just enough energy to drink a glass of wine and eat some dinner before passing out in bed, usually at the helm of her laptop.

It kept drilling back into her mind, the dread of leaving him behind again. For the first time in her life business didn't matter. He did.

“What are you thinking about LJ?” He whispered against her ear. She'd been silent for a few moments now.

She sighed,”nothing, just enjoying the moment Jon. You've spoiled me rotten.”

“Uh huh, but there is more...”

She opened her eyes and looked down into the bag, he was right there was still one more package left for her. It was small and square shaped. “Well well, look at that.” She picked it up and coyly she tore off the paper. Her eyes widened at what was left in her hands.

A small PDA device.

“Jon, what in the world is this?” she picked it up. There was nothing wrong with the one she already had.

He reached around her from behind and over her hands that cupped the device. “This my love, is how we are going to stay in touch.” He pressed the power button on.

She chuckled, “I've already got a perfectly good phone Jon....this looks complicated.”

“Well. It does, but the beauty of it is.” He reached behind him and tugged open his bedside draw. “I have one exactly the same, which means... we can sync our calendars and always know where we are and what the time is where we are.” He grinned, it had been a perfect solution to what they needed until they could work something more permanent out.

Syncing their calendars? He'd know all her personal information and where she was all the time? She wasn't sure how she felt about that. It made perfect sense why and his intentions were the only for the best.

“LJ?” She'd again gone quiet in his arms. The kind of quiet that he'd associated her awkward first dating stages.

“This is great.” It was a wonderful idea, and very sweet.”

“But--” he prompted.

She was being stupid, he'd put not only a lot of thought but money into this idea. “No buts, its perfect.”

He wrapped his arms tighter around her waist, his thumbs gently rubbing across her belly. “It will be easier, you know when you can't get hold of me and I can't get hold of you...or if I want to ring. I know you won't be in a meeting...”

She nodded. “I know, and you are right. It will be easier.” It would be, she just had to get over any niggling little feeling she had. Hell, it wasn't as if she had anything to hide from Jon and the fact he was willing to share his life with her so openly. She just wasn't used to it. That's all.

“Thank you Jon, this is all way too much. I love it all.” She picked up his hand and brought it to her lips.

“You're very welcome. Now...what do I get?” His breath was warm against the arch of her neck.

Her lips quirked at the edges. “Who says I bought you anything?” She teased.

“Oh I know you did, as long as it's not a t-shirt with 'I'm the shit,' across it.”

She chuckled, “No actually it's not. There's a bag in the upper cupboard in the spare room closet.”

“You hid it in there? Jesus, did you think I'd snoop that much.” He laughed when she rolled her eyes and pursed her lips together. “Alright, alright so I was before. I'll just go get it then shall I?” He swung himself off the bed and padded out the door.

It left Lily sitting there, the sheet still wrapped around her body holding on to the PDA. Her finger trailed lightly across the small screen. Least this way, Jon was right. They'd know not to disturb the other if they were heavily involved in work and had access to the 'gaps' in their schedules. She wished it didn't have to be like this but as long as they were living separate lives in separate countries. It would help them. She grinned when she scrolled through the menu and saw he's preset the world clocks to display on the front. Eastern Standard Time, and London Time.

Jon soon returned holding proudly the bag in his hands, “this the one?” He scooched across the bed back to his spot as she leaned back and nodded.

“Yup, Merry Christmas.” She leaned in and kissed him lightly on the lips, his hand swept up her cheek and into her hair dragging her closer to him. His tongue grazed her lips as she parted them for him letting him taste her fully.

The scent of coconuts and beach drifted around him as her hair fell across his arms. He couldn't remember a time when he felt so at home with a woman. The last months of his marriage sure as fuck weren't anything to go on.

He finally pulled back, “mmm now that's what I call a Christmas present.”

“Fine, so you don't need this.” She reached for the large over sized charcoal bag he was holding but he tugged it back.

“Hell no, presents are presents. Seems a waste if you have already bought them.” He grinned broadly as he opened the bag and pulled out one of the gaily wrapped parcels.

“Go ahead then.” She pulled her knees up to her chest an watched him rip open the package.

Jon touched the soft leather and lifted the jacket up. “Oh LJ, what have you done?” The style was classic but not too shiny, a little battered. Just how he liked them.

“You like? I saw them advertised in London actually and thought you would look great in one. Plus it's got lining, on the inside. You know for when you come and visit and it's cold.” She winked.

He stood up and shrugged into the jacket. Damn, fitted like a glove too. “It's perfect and damn, it's so light. And doesn't look it.” She did good. Real good.

“You are meant to wear it with pants...” She licked her lips and looked down. “Not that I am at all complaining.”

Jon laughed and crawled back over to her. “C'mere you...” She squealed as he grabbed either side of her and wrestled her down. “Cheeky monkey...” He pressed a kiss to her lips, putting aside the fact she was leaving again within a week this was the best Christmas ever.



>> Friday, February 6, 2009

Lily rolled over and cracked an eye open, the bold red digits of his alarm clock became clear to read it was just after ten pm. She chuckled realizing they’d been out for a few hours. No wonder with the explosion of lust that happened just hours before. She sighed and stretched out with a small smile playing on her lips. Jon was lying flat on his back with his arm stretched out on the pillow where she usually cuddled under. The sheet rode low across his hips with the neat trail of hair leading beneath it. She grinned as she rolled in using her fingers to walk down the trail slowly.

He groaned and licked his lips, but his eyes remained closed. She hovered herself carefully over his body placed a kiss on his lips, dragging them across his chin and down his neck. The warm spicy smell of him followed her down his chest and navel. Tugging the sheet lower exposing him, she nipped her way down the deep curve of his V down on where his cock was resting against his thigh.

She curled her fingers around his length and brought the tip to her mouth. Using her tongue she slowly teased him. “Jon,” she whispered against the water soft skin.
He stirred, his hand reached out for her and his head lifted off the pillow when it didn’t find her.

“LJ, what are you--- oh shit,” he groaned jerking his head back into the pillow with a thud when she wrapped those pretty pink lips around his length.

Holy shit, she had turned into a little hussy. His hussy no less. He clutched for a handful of her corn silk hair, sifting it between his fingers as she worked the top of him. In seconds he’d gone from flaccid to throbbing.

She continued a gentle suckling motion keeping her lips clasped around him. He bucked against her grabbing for anything he could as she continued to inflict the, was it torture? Hell no. Sweet mercy.

Her spare hand cupped his sac, digging the tips of her fingers into the delicate skin causing him to cry out. “What the hell-“ he didn’t have time to think as the blood rushed from his head to his cock.

The familiar tightening of his muscles started to radiate across his body. He was near, and if she didn’t move he was going to, and he’d never before with her there.

“LJ, please –“he grasped for her shoulder but his fingers slid right of her silky skin when he felt her teeth lightly scrape against his cock. “Oh fuck,” he twisted but it was no use. When the hell did she become a sex vixen? He sank further back into cotton as his eyes slammed shut letting go. He couldn’t fight it any longer.

She let him ride out it out, feeling him shudder underneath her. She pulled away and wiped her mouth before licking her lips, a small devilish grin playing on them.

His eyes focused again on the woman on her knees down the bed looking decisively pleased with herself. He wiggled his finger at her to come back to him. “C’mere you.”

“What? You didn’t like it?” She teased as she lay across his side resting her chin on his shoulder.

He snorted, “It wasn’t a question of like more where the hell did that come from?” he chuckled tucking his arm around her shoulders pressing a kiss to her forehead.

“Santa, “she burst out laughing when his brow cocked.

“Better not have been” he said seriously.

“Miss Claus then, “she corrected herself while she drew lazy circles around his nipple with the tip of her index finger.

He stifled a groan. “Who are you and what have you done with my shy reserved girl?” he asked flicking her nose.

She rolled her body on top of his, the tips of her breasts teasing against the soft fur of his chest. “She’s gone and she’s never coming back,” her brows waggled. It was him that had made her that way. Sometimes it scared her, but for now she was embracing it.

He ran his hands down her back and over the high curve of her ass meeting her in a slow kiss. “Good, I happen to like this she devil woman.” His hands traced her sides all the way back up her body to her face as he deepened the kiss. His tongue toyed with hers and there was nothing rushed or urgent about this one. He was simply enjoying her.

“I don’t want you to go back.” It slipped out as he thought it.

She smiled into his mouth, “I don’t want to either. But I do have to, eventually.” She propped herself up on his chest and met his eyes. This was always going to be the hard part of the relationship and as they became closer, she knew it would just get harder to leave him not easier. And it was something she didn’t know how to prepare herself for.

Her startled blue eyes worried him, he couldn’t tell her to do anything and it wasn’t fair that she moved here just because he couldn’t move there with the kids.
“We’ll make it work though. I promise,” he wanted to reassure her of that. He would do whatever it took. There was no question of that, not now.

She sighed deeply into his lips. “It sucks though doesn’t it?” she asked sadly.

His lips curved into a warm smile. “It does suck, but we will make it work. I promise. Now are you finishing what you started, I was going to give you your Christmas present but news just in, you’ve been a naughty girl.”

She slapped his arm, “Meanie.”

His eyes stayed on hers as he couldn’t resist what came next. “However another one of those might seal the deal, ow!” this time the slap was harder.

“Feisty tonight aren’t we?” the fullness of her lips as they fell in a pout itched him to lave a kiss there.

“Alright alright, I’ll go get it. Did you want a drink? I’ve got some eggnog in the fridge, Mom dropped it over a few days ago.”

She rolled off him letting him sit up and nodded. “Oh would love some. Did you want me to help?”

He tapped his finger against her nose before kissing it. “Nope you stay right here and keep warm, I’ll be right back.” Jon reached for his robe and tied it securely around his waist before padding down to the kitchen.

Lily lay back and fluffed the covers around her tucking them under her sides. Maybe it really was time to start at least thinking about moving to New York. It’d be a long process and no doubt her father would need to be heavily involved. Maybe she’d float the idea when she next spoke to him after the holidays about business. Who was she kidding? He never stopped breathing it.

Jon soon reappeared with two mugs and a black designer bag. She sat up and relieved him of one and propped herself up against pillows. “Gimme,” she said excitedly.

He rolled his eyes, “You and I are going to need to talk about his new woman. She’s pushy. Oh wait, the old one was anyway. So that’s no different.”

“Go on, call it.” He could tell she was seconds from calling him a shit. She could never help herself. But she shook her head.

“Nope, I’m not going to.”

“You want to though don’t you LJ?” he asked settling himself down on the bed with the bag.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m fine.” She wasn’t letting him have the satisfaction this time.

He tucked the bag into his side and with a wicked grin he now shook his head.

“Admit it, or no presents.” He loved teasing her, the internal struggle between cool calm and collected versus snapping was all amusing to watch on her face.

“Jon, you’re ---“, ohh she saw his plan. Crafty wee bugger. He was going to trick her into it. “Oh you’re good.” She said taking a sip of the milky cinnamon foam. “God this is good.”

“Thank my mom for that one.”

“I will, when I meet her tomorrow.”

“So you don’t want your present then?” he asked innocently.

“Not if it’s on false pretenses, then no.” she said placing the mug on the bedside table carefully.

“Ok, then we’re good.” He went to place the bag on the ground but in one quick motion she reached out and snatched it from his grasp.


“Shit” she winked proudly.


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