amberfocus | A Sky Without Zeppelins: Chapter Forty-Six

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A/N: Not a work safe or child safe chapter. Here there be smut. And a teasing hint of bondage.

Chapter Forty-Six

Jonathon isn’t sure what’s happened to Rose’s shoes as he leads her back onto the dance floor for a second bout of dancing. She’d kicked them off as soon as they’d sat down for dinner and hadn’t bothered putting them back on again when the dancing had started. He and Rose have only gone dancing twice since they’ve been together, but he loves doing it with her. Any chance to hold her and sway, sometimes quite intimately, in public is okay with him. Especially on a Saturday. His body has gotten very used to spending Saturday’s in bed with Rose making love, and rather like Pavlov’s dog, he has come to expect it when they wake up together Saturday mornings.

His arms tighten around her. On a day like today he’ll take what he can get. Rose snuggles her head into his shoulder as his hand makes slow, lazy circles on her back. He growls at a would-be suitor who tries to cut in several songs later. He’d been patient enough earlier when she’d danced with Howard, George, and William, but they were Rose’s new family, would be his family one day, too, and it was expected. He’d occupied himself by dancing with Jackie, Emma and William’s sweet, shy wife Cecily, but he’d been longing to be back with Rose the entire time. He doesn’t have to give her up to anyone else and he isn’t going to.

Rose laughs and says, “I’m afraid he’s not letting me go.” As the pouting young man goes away she glances up at him. “Not that I want you to let me go,” she murmurs.

“How much longer do we have to stay?” he asks in a quiet voice. “I don’t want to be rude, but I really want to see what that dress looks like on the floor beside our bed.”

Rose startles, before quickly recovering. “I imagine it’ll be quite lovely against the pale cream carpet, but it has to wait. We need to stay until Mum and Howard leave. It’s not every day that my mother gets married.”

“I know. I’m sorry. I’m being ridiculous, it’s just,” his mouth lowers to her ear and he breathes out his words, “I want you.”

As he pulls back she grins up at him. “And how is that different from any other time?” she asks him. “You need to learn some self-restraint.”

His eyes darken and he says in a deep, low, heavily accented rumble, “Restraints. Now there’s an idea.”

“I said self-restraint!” Rose hisses at him, pushing him back from her. “Behave yourself, Jonathon! This is my mum’s wedding!”

He laughs, catching her wrists before she can get too far away and pulling her back into him. One arm wraps around the small of her back and pulls her flush. Her eyes widen as she feels him hard and ready against her stomach. “Please don’t abandon me on the dance floor. Got a bit of a problem.”

“Then make it go away,” she tells him as if it were simply that easy.

“I can’t!”

“Think about Auntie Viv having a crush on you,” Rose tells him. That almost works until Rose shifts against him and he springs back to life.

“Quit wiggling.”

“Are you ever not randy?” she whispers.

“Only when I’m not with you. Or thinking about you.” He turns her around in his arms until her back is to him. “Walk us back to our table,” he says. “Slowly.” Rose leads the way, Jonathon just inches behind her.

They make it to the table with no one the wiser and collapse into their seats. Fortunately it isn’t too much longer before Jackie and Howard appear in their street clothes. Jonathon takes the jacket of his suit and holds it in front of him as they head outside to see off the happy couple. Jackie throws the bouquet and Keisha, who is slated to marry Mickey in two weeks, catches it even though Jonathon is pretty sure her mother was aiming it at Rose.

Emma swings by pressing a bottle of bubbles into Rose’s hand and she and several people blow bubbles in lieu of rice as her mother and stepfather depart. Watching the way her mouth moves when she blows he is very happy to have something to hide behind. He feels like such a teenager.

Once her parents are gone Rose hurries back to the changing area, Jonathon trailing behind her, and finds the shoes she came to the church in and the bag with her regular clothing. “What about your silver heels?” Jonathon asks.

“Whoever finds them can keep them. I’m not wearing them again. They hurt.”

“Not even for dress up?” he asks huskily.

Rose blushes. “I thought you had a boot fetish.”

“Might just be about your feet and legs,” he admits. “And how they look in pretty shoes.”

Rose rolls her eyes. “I need to go say good-bye to Emma and her brothers.”

As they return to the reception hall Emma approaches them, Rose’s silver shoes in hand. “I was afraid I’d missed you,” she says handing Rose the shoes. “Found them over by the fireplace.”

“Thank you,” Rose says and Jonathon can hear the reluctance in her voice as she accepts them and shoves them a bit too forcefully into her bag.

Emma pulls Rose into a hug. “It was a lovely wedding, wasn’t it?”

“Yes. Thank you for all that you did, Emma.”

“Of course.” She releases Rose and turns to Jonathon. “It was lovely meeting you.” She shakes his hand and gives him a big smile.

“Yes, it was.”

“Do you know where the boys are?” Rose asks. “I’d like to say good-bye to them before we go.”

Emma points them out and they go and make their good-byes to her stepbrothers quickly, then Jonathon leads her back to his car. Once inside he turns to her and says, “We could get a hotel. There’s a nice one just around the corner.”

Rose laughs. “It’s a thirty minute drive back to your flat,” she says. “I’m sure you can wait that long to jump me.”

“But it won’t have just been thirty minutes, will it? We haven’t made love since last night. There wasn’t time this morning and I—.”

“I do not have a clue how you were celibate for ten years,” Rose interrupts him. “You can’t even go a day without a little—.”

“I can too,” he protests. “I just don’t want to.”

She sighs. “I don’t want to, either,” she admits, “but sometimes it just gets ridiculous. When I was up there today during the wedding, I should have been paying attention to the ceremony, but my mind kept drifting back to you and how much I wanted you.”

“I kept hoping you’d steal away with me to some hidden room in the church and…” He trails off as traffic gets a bit dodgy.

Once it clears up again Rose puts her hand on his thigh and says, “Don’t think it didn’t occur to me, but Mum would have killed me if anyone had caught me giving you a blowjob in the coat room. I was far more tempted than I should have been to do it anyway.”

Jonathon groans and immediately hardens painfully as the image of Rose knelt before him, her wine dress spread against the floor, his trousers open, and her mouth tight around him fills his head. The car lurches. “We best not talk about this while I’m driving,” he says. “And could you not pet me right now? It’s very distracting.”

Rose guiltily removes the hand that had been stroking his thigh. “Sorry.”

“Make it up to me at home,” he says.

“You’ve been doing that a lot lately,” Rose says.

“Doing what?” he asks glancing at her curiously before returning his eyes to the road.

“Implying things are ours. Earlier you called the bed ours; now your flat is home. Not your home. Just home.”

“Well, it is home. I know it’s not yours yet, but you still belong there as much as I do. And you can’t really argue it on the bed. It’s as much yours as mine. You helped me pick it out. You’ve helped me break it in. It certainly doesn’t feel right when you’re not in it with me. It is ours.” He tries to keep the defensiveness out of his voice. Rose can be so skittish about things sometimes and he tries his best not to hit on the things that tend to freak her out.

“I didn’t say I didn’t like it. It’s just that I’ve noticed.”

“We have a life together, Rose. It may not be all the way together yet, but it is together.”

“And winding tighter every day,” she says.

“Is that a bad thing?” he asks.

“No, it’s not. My future is with you, even more so than my present. I like it that you think of that bed as ours. I do, too,” she admits. “When you were picking it out, even then I was thinking of sharing it with you.”

“Me, too,” he tells her. “It was completely crazy. We barely knew each other.”

“Do you believe in love at first sight?’ she asks him.

He thinks for a minute. “That’s sort of an odd question to be asking me, considering. I don’t know how else to explain us, do you?”

“Not really.”

“Except…and I know this sounds strange, but I feel like I loved you before I ever knew you. Like I’ve always loved you, like I always knew you were out there. Only I didn’t, because when I moved to London I knew there was nothing for me here. Just a good job, but,” he shrugs, “no other future. It wasn’t until the day I met you that I thought there was a future worth taking chances for and I lost all my sense, threw caution to the wind, and went for it.”

“My heart has always found you familiar,” she says slowly. “I don’t know why.”

He pulls the car into the basement car park and they walk to the lift hand in hand. “Maybe it’s déjà vu,” he says. “Seeing a bit of the future before it comes to pass.”

“Do you think that sort of thing is really possible?” she asks as they enter the lift and it begins to rise.

“If you’d asked me a few months ago I’d have said no, but with everything we’ve seen and learned since then, and with the strange emotional link thing we sometimes have when I touch you here,” and he raises his hand to stroke across her temple, “I’m not sure I believe in the word impossible anymore.” She shivers a bit under his touch and he smiles as a surge of warmth, underscored faintly with arousal, hits him. He drops his hand back down and finds hers, tugging her closer.

“I guess I kind of expected you to think it was all some wildly odd biological or chemical response to each other,” she muses. “Something that could be explained with science. Don’t know why when you are the biggest romantic I’ve ever met.”

He grins at her and considers what she’s said. “Well, I wouldn’t be surprised if biology didn’t play some role. I mean the attraction I have to you is rather ridiculously all-consuming. I’ve never wanted to make love to someone so constantly before,” he tells her.

“I know what you mean. You made it through all of my defenses and right quick, too.”

“It was a challenge, but anything worth doing is worth doing well and I wanted to—.”

“Do me well?” she asks with a smirk.

“Something like that,” he answers with a grin. The lift dings and they step out onto the sixth floor and make their way down the hall. Rose has her keys out before Jonathon can even search through his pockets. It still gives him a bit of a thrill seeing her use the key he gave her to open the door to the flat.

Rose deposits her purse and keys on the little table by the front door and slips off her shoes. “My feet are killing me. I’ve never hated a pair of shoes so much in my life and I haven’t even been in them for five hours.”

Jonathon trails her into the bedroom where she unceremoniously hikes up her dress and peels off her nude colored tights, dropping them on the bed. “Hate these things, too,” she mutters. She disappears into the bathroom and he takes off his shoes and puts them away on the shoe tree in the wardrobe.

When Rose emerges she’s taken off her makeup and her hair is down and loose, flowing almost to her waist. He steps up next to her and pulls her into his arms, his lips descending to find hers. Gently he sucks her top lip into his mouth and she sighs into him, her body melting into his, all soft curves and pliant flesh. He sweeps his tongue into her mouth and a tiny little whimper comes out of her as he investigates her mysteries.

He is holding her so tightly now that he can feel her heart pounding in her chest, feel the rise and fall of her ribcage as her breathing picks up its pace. Her hands slide up underneath his suit jacket at the small of his back and onto the thin fabric of his dress shirt. Her hands are cool against the heat of his skin and the urge to be inside her surges through him.

Rose breaks the kiss and pulls back just a little, smiling up at him softly before she unfastens the buttons on his suit. She slides the jacket off his shoulders and deposits it neatly on the top of the dresser. She loosens his tie but doesn’t remove it, undoing the buttons on his shirt and baring his chest to her gaze. Her fingers slide into his chest hair and she smiles at the soft mat under her hands.

“I could do this for hours,” she tells him throatily as she kneads at him like a cat, though he’s the one that’s almost purring. When she tires of it her thumbs sweep up and circle around his nipples until they are aching and hard. She leans forward and takes one little nub into her mouth, circling it hungrily, her teeth lightly grazing it and making his hips thrust involuntarily forward. She giggles and scrapes her fingernail against the other one, eliciting a small growl.

Rose kisses her way down his chest, her lips finding the narrow trail of hair that disappears into his trousers as she ghosts her hands down his sides. Her fingers come to rest on his waistband and she unhooks it, slowly and carefully pulling the zipper down a few threads at a time. When it’ll lower no further she sinks to her knees in front of him. She tilts her head upwards and her eyes find his and there is so much love and tenderness there that his breath catches in his throat. How did he ever get so lucky?

He has little time to ponder this as Rose reaches forward with gentle hands and pulls him free of his boxers. She keeps her eyes on his until the last possible moment then engulfs him with her hot, moist mouth. He shudders as her tongue glides smoothly along the thick vein on the underside of his penis. A delicate hand reaches out to encompass the base of his shaft, while the other cradles his heavy balls. Rose slowly slides back down to the tip before taking him in again, further than before. She sets up a pace that is achingly slow and as his fingers find their way into her long, blonde hair he uses every bit of strength he has not to thrust wildly into her wet warmth and take her mouth as he has often taken her body.

He focuses his mind on enjoying the moment, on the highlights in her hair, on the way her dress stands out so vividly against the cream of the carpet as she kneels before him. Rose changes motions, swirling her tongue just around the tip now and he makes an inarticulate sound of longing. Her fingers hold back his foreskin as she plays against the tender flesh, then delves into the tip. Suddenly she takes him back in as deeply as she can and it’s all he can do not to slam himself into her throat.

One hand releases him and circles around to caress his bum, fingers squeezing the tautly muscled flesh. He whimpers as Rose begins to hum around him, her tongue still working its magic. She sucks hard then, creating a vacuum with her mouth and he can’t stop himself this time. He thrusts hard and Rose, unprepared, chokes. He pulls back quickly, sliding from her mouth with a wet pop. “Sorry, Rose, sorry. I lost control.” He is desperately apologetic as she looks up at him with her big, brown eyes.

“It’s okay,” she says. “Just try not to do that again, yeah?”

“I’ll try. It’s just sometimes all I want is to take your mouth hard and fast; it’s all I can do to hold back,” he admits. “You have such a lovely mouth and you do such delightful things with it.”

“Think I’ll need a bit more practice to even think of doing something like that for you,” she tells him. “I’d need to learn to take you deeper.”

“You mean you’d be willing?”

“I’m willing to try anything once,” she tells him, then looks up at the ceiling and reconsiders. “Well…almost anything.” When she looks back at him she blushes intensely. He knows the grin he’s giving her is filthy. “Just not yet.”

He nods at her. “You want me to finish you off?” she asks gesturing to his bobbing penis. She runs her tongue along her lower lip and he groans. It’s very tempting but he’s ready to be inside her body.

“Not with your mouth,” he says, his eyes sinking down her body. He holds out his hand and she helps him to his feet. He reaches down for the hem of her skirt, creeps under it, and slides his hands slowly up her thighs. His index fingers hook into the sides of her knickers and just as slowly he pulls them down. She steps out of them and he picks them up. “Pretty.” They are the color of her dress and knowing Rose the bra will match.

He nudges her thighs apart with his leg and slides one hand back up under the dress. His fingers dance through her curls and he finds what he’s looking for between her folds. Her little clit leaps under his touch and he smiles. His index finger slides further back, seeking moisture and finding her slick and wet. He pushes inside her and she gasps as just as quickly, he withdraws.

He brings his hand to his mouth and deliberately licks off his finger, sucking it into his mouth and watching Rose as her eyes follow the movements of his mouth. He reaches behind her then and unhooks the halter from behind her neck and it falls to her waist, revealing the pretty strapless bra beneath it. He’s pleased that his guess was right and it matches the knickers. His palms come up to cradle her breasts and she leans into his touch, her nipples pebbling in response to his actions.

The scrap of satin fastens in front and his big fingers are clumsy with the two little hooks, but he manages and as it pops open her breasts spring free. He enjoys the bounce a little more than is reasonable. He sits on the bed, pulling Rose to stand before him and takes as much of her breast into his mouth as he can manage, before arrowing in on the nipple and swirling around it until it is impossibly hard.

Rose’s hands rest on his shoulders as he sucks harder, his other hand back under her skirt playing with her clit. Rose sways at his actions and lets out a little cry. He bites down lightly on her nipple slowly increasing the pressure until her fingers dig sharply into his muscles. When he lets up the pressure she says, “No, harder,” and with only a brief pause he ramps it back up. His thumb moves to her clit and he slides two fingers inside her and she whimpers. She’s writhing against him, her body moving forward and back now against the pressure on her clit and one hand gone from his shoulder to the back of his head, holding his mouth to her breast.

“Little…bit…more,” she pants out and he’s not sure if she means on her clit or on her nipple or inside her so he increases the intensity of all three, and she lets loose a small scream and shudders violently, her tight walls clamping against his fingers as she stiffens, her hand pulling his hair.

She staggers into him and he removes his hand, quickly steadying her as she comes free from his mouth. When he’s sure she’s got her feet back he unzips the bottom of her dress and lets it fall from her body, then hastily shucks off his trousers, boxers, and socks. She doesn’t give him time to take his shirt the rest of the way off or remove his tie, instead shoving him back onto the bed.

Rose grins at him as he falls with an oof. His hands go back to protect his head and Rose quickly straddles him. She pins his arms above his head and leans down, her breasts scraping across his chest as her mouth finds his. She thrusts her tongue deeply into his mouth and he loses himself in the wildness of her kiss. His penis is straining behind her, rubbing against her bum and all he wants is to be inside her.

Her hands slide up to his wrists and then she releases one hand. It tangles in her hair as she plays with the hand she still has pinned. He feels something silky sliding across his arm then suddenly something tightens across his wrist. He tugs in surprise but Rose moves quickly, taking advantage and tying his other hand. “What?” he asks when she sits back with a completely self-satisfied smirk. Her tongue creeps to the corner of her mouth as she grins. He looks up and realizes that she’s tied his hands to the slats in the headboard with her tights.

“I believe you said something earlier about…restraints?”

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SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy; I'm first !!

This is HOT ... why did you stop???????

I love your occasional 'nods' to Ten/Rose: '"... I know this sounds strange, but I feel like I loved you before I ever knew you. Like I’ve always loved you, like I always knew you were out there....”'

And, '“My heart has always found you familiar,” she says slowly. “I don’t know why.”'

You always write Jonathon and Rose soooo loving, and the hot sex soooo hot! Now, when do we get the rest??

*Happy Hugs*

Edited Date: 2009-06-11 02:08 am (UTC)

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A Sky Without Zeppelins: Chapter Forty-Six

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