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Chapter Twenty-Nine
Yes, he does have rug burns and he’s not the only one, he notes with a smirk as Rose rubs her knees to ease the bit of sting there. When they finally make it to the bedroom with the intent to cuddle up in bed for a little while, Rose insists they get at least partially dressed first. “But why?” Jonathon asks. He’s pretty sure that the upward lilt in his voice on the last word isn’t actually a pout.
Rose rolls her eyes at him. “Because if we don’t put something on we’ll be right back at it in another half an hour.”
“Because then I’ll never get to my course work and you’ll never read those journal articles you wanted to get to tonight.” Rose thumps the bag with her school books down on the floor next to the side of the bed she sleeps on when she stays over. “I love making love with you, but there are other areas of my life that need attention. It’s a lot easier to focus that attention if we’re not naked.”
Jonathon sighs and looks at the stack of magazines on the bedside table held in place by the piece of coral while Rose goes to the bureau and rummages around a bit. She pulls out a set of his pajamas and tosses him the bottoms, slipping the top over her head. She lifts her hair up and out of the collar and as it cascades down her back he feels a slight twitch in his groin. He really likes seeing her in his clothes. “Don’t really think the clothes will make that much of a difference.”
Rose turns around and looks down and smirks. “Already? You’re insatiable. Put that thing away.”
“Easier said than done,” he grumbles but he slips his half of the PJ’s on.
“You can wait two hours. I need to put in at least that much time on school work,” she says only a trifle sternly.
“Two hours is forever.” This time he’s definitely pouting.
“Bit more than that, if you still want to snuggle first,” she remarks.
She climbs into the bed and he meets her in the middle where they cuddle up together. His arm is snug about her and her head rests against his shoulder, one long leg tossed over his. She starts drawing designs on his chest. “My mum’s getting married,” she says.
“Yeah?” he asks.
“Yeah. She told me last night. The wedding is in June right after I graduate. She’s marrying Howard Castille,” she says.
“Castille? Why does that name sound so familiar?” he muses.
“He’s a butcher. He owns Castille’s Meat and Poultry shops. You walk past one on your way to work every day,” Rose tells him.
“Ah.”
“They’ve been together a long time. Three years or so. Anyway, I was wondering if you’d be my date to the wedding?” she asks.
“Of course I will. What day is it on?” he wants to know.
“The seventeenth.”
“I’ll have Donna mark it on my calendar,” he tells her.
Rose smiles and turns her head a bit more so she can press a kiss into his side. “Speaking of Donna, what do you suppose this dinner thing with Donna and Mr. Lumin is all about?” she asks him a moment later.
“Does it have to be about anything? Maybe he just wants to be around people who know his secret so he can be completely himself,” Jonathon says.
“Maybe,” Rose says but her voice is hesitant.
“You think it’s more than that?” Jonathon asks.
“I don’t know. I just…I have a feeling there’s more to it, that’s all,” she replies and then she sighs. “I guess…well, it was so sudden, him hiring me the way he did, his telling us his secret. A man as powerful as James Lumin must want something from us or he wouldn’t be so willing to let us know he’s an alien. And it’s gotta be something only we can give him.”
“Come to think of it, he’s been very specific about the inventions of mine he wants to adapt and he’s given me quite a few notes on what he’d like to see me working towards as I invent new things,” Jonathon muses.
“What have you made for him?” Rose asks.
“Well, there was something that masked a person’s biological signature so that if they were scanned by advanced technology they would appear to be something other than what they were. And something that alters your perception when you look at it so that you either don’t see the item being hidden or it looks like something innocuous. It’s a step beyond common stealth technology,” he explains.
“I wonder if he’s building something?” Rose asks. “Something he doesn’t want anyone to know about. Maybe a spy plane or something?”
“Well, he used the tech I built him to disguise himself from the Caligo,” Jonathon says. “The projection field has a radius of seven feet in any direction. Bit small for a plane.”
“But it’s possible, isn’t it, that there’s more to it? There’s an entire invisible floor at Illuminate. He’s hiding something. Maybe it’s not just that other alien creature. Maybe there’s something else,” Rose says.
“Anything’s possible with Lumin’s resources,” Jonathon replies.
“What I can’t figure out is why he wants Kit-10 so bad.”
“Kit-10?” Jonathon asks.
“The robot cat I’m making,” she explains. “It’s my final project in robotics.”
“What is it designed to do?” Jonathon asks.
“It’ll be able to do quite a bit of what a real cat can do. Climb trees, or walls if necessary, navigate rough terrain, fit into small spaces, retrieve items up to a stone in weight, always land on its feet if it falls, analyze atmospheric and temperature details and predict the weather, take soil samples, record data on a built-in digital recorder, and catch and hold small life forms for later analysis.”
“Small life forms?”
“It is a cat. It catches mice,” she says with a shrug against him. “Mostly, it’s a data collector.”
He frowns. “That’s very advanced.”
“What can I say? I pay attention in class. And speaking of class, I really need to get to work.” She rolls away from him and he muffles his sound of protest at the loss of her warm body against him while she roots around in her bag until she comes up with the book she wants. With a sigh he reaches for the first magazine, sliding it out from under the coral, and flipping to the article tagged with a sticky tab.
Rose takes out her notes and opens her text book and starts to study. She rolls over on her stomach and props herself up on her arms, her face cradled in her hands as she goes over her work. He busies himself as best he can with trying to read but his eyes keep drifting down to her legs and the soft skin of her thighs and how it feels to touch that skin. He pulls his attention sharply back to the journal article.
He does okay for a while until she puts the end of her pen between her teeth and then he loses complete track of where he is at. He’s sure he’s read the entire second column through four times before she takes that pen out of her mouth and he can concentrate on actually absorbing the words. He admits to himself ruefully that Rose was right about getting dressed. If she’d still been naked he would have jumped her the minute that pen went in her mouth.
It is entirely possible that he might have to leave the room just to get his reading done. “What?” she asks.
“What, what?” he says back to her.
“Why are you staring at me?” She puts her finger down to mark her spot and glances over at him.
“Who says I was?”
“I say you were. I can feel your eyes on me. Did you want something?” she asks meeting his gaze evenly.
“You know I want something,” he says cheekily.
She takes the magazine from his hands, rolls it up and bops him on the head with it. “After,” she says sternly.
“Oi, I’m not a puppy!” he protests.
“Then quit it with the puppy dog eyes,” she suggests. He can tell she’s not really mad at him; her eyes are dancing too merrily. “I love it that you want me so much all the time,” she adds. “Really, I do. But I gotta study and you said you needed to read those.” She waves at his stack of journals and then gives him back the one he’d been trying to read.
“Okay, okay, just do me a favor and keep that pen out of your mouth. It’s distracting. Makes me think of your mouth in…other places. Much more enjoyable places.” His voice has dropped, completely of its own accord, into a husky, sensual tone that makes Rose shiver. She blushes bright crimson.
“I—I will,” she stutters. She looks back down at her notes and her golden hair falls down in a curtain obscuring her face. He brushes it back over her shoulder so he can see her face. She leans into the caress and swallows hard but stoically resumes her studying.
He sighs and forces his attention back onto his article. This time he manages to finish it and as he picks up the coral to retrieve the next one a slight tingle of energy hits his palm. “Ouch,” he says.
“What?” Rose asks in instant concern.
He puts the coral down. “Static electricity, I guess.” She reaches for his hand and presses individual kisses against each of his fingers.
“Better?” she asks.
“Much,” he agrees his voice only half an octave off normal. They settle back down into their mutual endeavors and when Rose is done with the first book she thumps it closed with a sigh and reaches for the next. Soon the scratching of her pen against paper informs him that she’s working on something new.
“What’s that?” he asks her.
“A paper for my computer tech class,” she replies absently. “It’s an analysis of the new generation of Illuminate’s learning chips versus the Intelligent B3 chips from the North American Union.”
“Ah. Who’s winning?” he asks.
“Illuminate,” she says, “but surprisingly not by very much. The Intelli-Brain has made some major strides forward in the last two years. Mr. Doors has never liked playing catch up, but he’s good at it. Of course, he doesn’t have the added benefit of alien technology.”
“That we know of,” mused Jonathon. “For all we know William Doors is as much of an alien as James Lumin.”
Rose giggled. “It would explain a lot.”
“Like the pretty wife and the lack of a college degree?” he asks.
“Exactly. Or on the less shallow track, how he managed to dominate the entire 1980’s and first half of the 90’s until Illuminate exploded onto the canvas. No one could keep up with him, at least not until Illuminate tried. And succeeded.”
The pen finds its way into her mouth again and she bites down. Jonathon makes a slightly strangled sound. Guiltily Rose removes the pen from her mouth. “Sorry,” she mutters. “Bad habit and it helps me think.”
“It helps me think, too,” he says in a voice so low that her breath hitches in her chest. “It helps me think all about what that mouth, those lips, that tongue can do to me. Such. Dirty. Little. Thoughts.”
The pen falls out of her hand and onto the notebook in front of her. “Thoughts about me?” Her voice has gone low as well. She closes the text book.
“Oh, yes. Naughty thoughts. All about you,” he agrees. “And me. And how we are when we’re alone together. How you trail your lips down my body, how wonderful it feels when that mouth of yours takes me in, the way you twist your tongue so delightfully.”
Rose is breathing hard. “This really isn’t fair,” she tells him as his hand reaches out and lightly strokes the back of her thigh. “This paper isn’t going to write itself and you’re—.”
“Wreaking havoc on your ability to concentrate?” he suggests. She shudders under his touch and he gives a pleased grin. If he recalls correctly she hadn’t put on any knickers under his pajama top. He reaches higher, between her legs and smiles that his recollection is entirely accurate.
“I—I—I don’t think—oh, oh, Jonathon—that—that study—oh, studying at your—at your flat—is a good—mmm, good i—idea,” Rose stammers.
He grins at her inability to complete her sentence without a lot of stops and starts as he lightly caresses her sex, his fingers working diligently against her clit. “I gave you your two hours,” he points out indicating the clock.
“That you did.” She shoves her course work onto the floor. He stops what he’s doing and lets her turn over. His fingers eagerly return to their favorite playground while Rose grabs the back of his head and brings it down for a kiss. When he tries to take control of it she doesn’t let him, instead fighting his tongue for dominance and taking the kiss into his mouth.
Feverishly she explores him, her tongue working in a frenzy of movement and her hand moving to cup him over the fabric of his pajamas. He lets out a small involuntary moan that she is quick to swallow. When his hand stills against her she gives an impatient buck upwards. He may have started this, but Rose is making it clear that she intends to finish it.
When she’s had her fill of his teeth and tongue she moves her lips to the corner of his mouth, then up across his cheekbone and onto the shell of his ear. She nibbles lightly with her teeth before stroking across the back of it with her tongue downwards until she reaches the tender lobe and sucks it into her mouth. He shudders under her attentions and does so again as she releases the lobe and drags her teeth down the side of his neck where she finally settles for a long moment at the pulse point there.
The noises he makes are completely inarticulate. She has reduced him to this with just a few determined swipes of her tongue. Her hand creeps inside the pajama bottoms and he hardens further still as she grips him. She finally moves from the pulse point licking her way down across his right pectoral muscle and onto the tight little nipple. When she takes it between her teeth he nearly bucks himself right off the bed.
He can feel her smiling against his skin as she releases him and kisses her way to his sternum then lower still, her tongue dancing across his ribs. She’s moved so much now that he can no longer reach to finger her but she seems to have forgotten it as she kisses her way down the fine line of hair that disappears beneath the one article of clothing he still has on.
“Off,” she says and tugs at the offending garment and he lifts up as she tugs at the waistband and helps him to shimmy out of them. She looks at him as she reaches for the top button of her pajama shirt and with deliberate slowness unfastens it, allowing her fingers to creep down to the next button before taking her time to flick it open as well. He finds he’s holding his breath and he has to remind himself to breathe or he’ll pass out before she gets to the end. It’s not like he has a backup system that’ll kick in and keep him conscious and passing out right now on Rose when she’s doing this is certainly not an option.
He draws in a ragged breath as he continues to watch her fingers in their leisurely, maddening dance down her shirt. Finally she undoes the last button and the top hangs open, showing tantalizing portions of her breasts. She shrugs and it falls off her and he gasps once more at the reveal of her gorgeous body to his waiting eyes.
“You’re so beautiful,” he breathes out and she smiles at him. “I love you, Rose. I love you.”
She leans over him then and she lets her hair fall against his penis and he shivers at the touch of the teasing strands as they whisper against his straining shaft. Her hand lightly cradles his balls, her fingers moving with tenderness across them as she wraps her other hand tightly about his length. Then her warm mouth is engulfing the remainder of him and he cries out.
The strings of syllables are meaningless, garbled; musical somehow, but his mind has no time to analyze it as she swirls her tongue about the head before taking more of him into her mouth again. She is wet and warm and she feels so good around him as she begins to slide up and down, setting up a rhythm that she intersperses with moments of suction that make him think she’s going to lift him right off the bed.
He feels the beginnings of an orgasm start to build. Rose backs off a bit until she has only the head in her mouth and she works the tip of her tongue into the tiny opening before slipping back down again using the flat of her tongue to swipe at the vein on the underside. She reestablishes her rhythm then and his balls begin to tighten.
“Rose,” he says. “That feels…oh, that feels so good, Rose.” His hands stray to her hair and his fingers lace through it. She picks up her pace sliding him much more quickly between her lips, her teeth just lightly scraping against him. “Rose…Rose, I’m going to…Rose…you need to stop or I…Rose.” He can’t finish his sentence when she’s doing what she’s doing and he hopes that he’s given her sufficient warning to pull away. He grunts as the orgasm hits and his seed leaves his body and hits the back of her throat.
She doesn’t hesitate to swallow it down as he finishes in her mouth. She continues to suck on him even after he’s spent until he softens and then she allows him to slide from her mouth. “That was…Rose, you’re just…amazing.”
Rose grins at him and then plops down next to him. “Been wanting to do that for you for a while,” she says. “Bit different than what I thought it’d be. Taste’s a bit odd, but I’d do it again if you want me to.”
“Yeah?” he asks.
“Yeah.”
“Did you…did you like it?” he asks her.
Rose pretends to think about it then grins. “I like everything we do in bed together.”
He laughs. “Me, too. Give me a few minutes to rest and I’ll return the favor.” She snuggles up against him and tugs the duvet up over their naked bodies, draping hers half over his.
“I love you, too, by the way,” she says against his side. He grins and drops a kiss into her hair. He thinks he has to be the luckiest man in the universe.
Ch. 30: http://amberfocus.livejournal.com/184318.html
