We Know

by Celievamp

URL: http://www.area52hkh.net/asc/celievamp/weknow.php
Summary: Not supplied

JANET

I'm in love with a Zombie. Three missions in two weeks for my poor baby. At least she's here now. I lead her into the house, past the dining room where the table is laid with my best china, the candles waiting to be lit. Not tonight. Her eyes are already closed. Straight upstairs. In the bathroom I sit her down, set the bath to fill using some of my favourite aromatherapy bubbles. Then I undress her slowly, kissing each new area of skin that I reveal. Then when she is naked, glorious even in her exhaustion, I help her step into the bath and sit down. I wash her slowly, paying attention to every part of her lean, luscious body keeping my touch gentle, loving. Sam watches me, her blue eyes half lidded. She is tired beyond speech. I help her out, dry her off with one of the big soft fluffy towels that have been warming on the rail and then lead her to our bed. We kiss for the longest time and then she snuggles up beside me. I hold her as she sleeps, safe in my arms for another night

SAM

Despite having had about three hours sleep in the last week (at least that's what it felt like) I am still awake before it's fully daylight. I can barely remember getting home last night. What I can remember I'm not sure whether it was a dream or real. Janet bathing me, kissing me, telling me over and over again how much she loved me. What I do clearly remember is that yesterday was Valentine's day and I missed it. I know Janet had plans and I had my gift ready days ago, before we went to Calyxia. But I never got the chance to give it to her

February 15th is just a day. It's up to me to make it a special one, for my special girl

Goddess, but she's beautiful. She's curled on her side, one hand curled on the pillow near her face, one strand of her dark glossy hair curling across cheek in a perfect ringlet. I could watch her for hours

JANET

She's awake and she's watching me. I can always tell. I open my eyes and watch her smile. "Morning, beautiful," I whisper, my voice still husky with sleep. She calls me beautiful. But she is. she looks like a goddess, golden and seductive in the soft rays of dawn. So lovely. So lovely. Another memory to keep. She reaches out to brush some hair back from my cheek and I turn into her touch, rubbing my cheek against her fingers

"I'm sorry about last night. I know you had plans," she said softly

"I got you home safe and sound. Believe me, that was good enough my love. And we don't need hearts and flowers. We know."

SAM

"You're right, we know," I smile at her and steal a kiss that turns into two and then three and then suddenly I'm on my back and she is straddling me. Her eyes are a clear topaz, her pale skin taking texture from the light

"Have I told you today just how much I love you?" she asks, running her fingers through my hair

"Not today," I said. "But then the sun has barely risen." I raise my knee, press it against her centre. She gasps. "So, how much do you love me?"

"Well, I could tell you." her fingers trace patterns only she can see across my breasts and abdomen. "or I could show you."

"Tell me first," I tease

"And if I don't care to?"

"Tickle torture!" Using my greater mass I flip her, my oh-so- willing victim

JANET

I can't do anything but writhe under the exquisite sensations her strong but gentle fingers are producing. I can hear my giggles getting higher in pitched, breathier as the tickles become caresses, the accidental touches more knowing, her lips and tongue joining her fingers in their tender exploration of my skin. The sun is fully up now, shining into our room shining onto my face, blinding me and then she is there above me, eclipsing the sun, changing my universe. "Don't stop," I breathe. "Please, Sam, don't stop."

"I'll never stop," she says, placing butterfly kisses along my collarbone, her long fingers smoothing across my inner thighs, skimming the place where I most want her touch. I try to arch myself against her. She knows what I want, she must know what I want

SAM

I don't want her to beg for it, I'm not that cruel. But I want her to be patient. I haven't finished yet. I could see the sun was bothering her so I turn her on the bed so that the light falls over her lower body instead of her face. I cannot stop smiling as I see the droplets of moisture on her mound glisten like diamonds in the sunlight. Her face is flushed, her eyes hooded, almost black with the force of her desire. I wrap my arms around her, cradle her to my body. She kisses my breast then softly tongues it as at last I touch her where she wants to be touched most. I stroke across her clitoris and down, gathering moisture. She is ready, she is so ready. This will not take long

JANET

I bite down softly as I feel her long fingers steal inside me. She strokes me, gently, slowly and I feel the tight hot knot of my desire inside me begin to swell. My hands are trapped between my breasts as she holds me to her body, safely in her arms as if I were a child. I close my eyes, surrender to the feelings running through flesh, blood and bone. I will myself to stay with this for as long as I can as she quickens the tempo of her fingers, adds another one to the mix. Her thumb presses down on my clit and its quicksilver through my body. I cry out her name as the heat passes through me like the pressure wave from a firestorm. She rains gentle kisses on my face, my throat as she lays me back down on the mattress, stroking my hair with one hand, her other hand still inside me, slow and gentle again as she keeps the fire burning brightly inside me

SAM

She looks so incredible when she's in the moment. So wanton and yet so trusting. I don't want it to end, just yet, so I keep my fingers inside her, taking it slow again, waiting for her to recover. She gazes up at me and the expression on her face is so loving that I feel overwhelmed, almost shy. What did I do to deserve that? To deserve her. Her love, her utter trust in me, all of me, my doubts, my imperfections as well as my strengths. She is almost ready again, I can feel the change in her body. Her eyes drift shut and she gasps my name. She loves me. She loves me

JANET

I love her. Whether this lasts the rest of our lives or ends tomorrow. I love Sam Carter. Here and now and forever. No one has ever made me feel like this. I am safe here. I am loved here. And yet I am still me. She makes no demands that I change anything that is me to please her. She accepts me as I am. She loves me as I am. Oh boy does she love me. Two orgasms and the day's not even begun. Technically it may still even be Valentine's day somewhere out in the world. Not that we need it. As I said, we don't need hearts and flowers. We know

END