The Kiss
by saintkitty
URL: http://www.bluecatsgraphics.com/pean/fanfics/44/

She opened the door to allow her good friend, Special Agent Aloysius Pendergast, to leave as he usually did after the tea was drunk and whatever pastries she had baked for him were eaten. But this time, it seemed, was going to be different. He softly closed the door and looked her full in the face with an expression almost of pain mixed with weariness.

“Not tonight,” he murmured softly into her ear. “I’m not leaving tonight.”

She was surprised. After all this time, she knew he liked her as a friend — someone to talk to and share common interests with. But this was not what she had ever expected from the reserved and oh-so-proper Special Agent.

She sighed not quite sure what do to next. Or what to expect.

“I... I wasn’t... I didn’t think you... were interested in anything more than company,” she replied not daring to look into those incredible blue eyes that were searching her face for some sign of permission.

The sultry Southern drawl whispered intensely,” Oh, my dear. I have been more than interested, but I did not think that my attentions were... wanted.”

She moved her hands to rest lightly on his forearms. Looking into the handsome face that had become so familiar — and so loved — she replied,” Your attentions not wanted? Oh, Aloysius. There is no one on this planet whose attentions are more wanted than yours.”

Sighing, he slipped his arms around her and pressed her close to his chest. She stepped into his embrace without hesitation. Sliding her hands up his powerful arms, her arms encircled his neck and the shoulders now straining against the soft cashmer of the black turtleneck sweater she had given him for Christmas. She lifted her face to his, feeling the sweet pressure of his hands on her back pressing her against him tightly. He kissed her deeply and with need. She moaned softly as his lips slowly moved down the side of her neck and his thumb softly, almost lazily, began to circle the nipple of her breast. She could feel the heat from his hand through her shirt as he pushed her lightly against the door at the same time pushing his body tightly against hers. Pulling his face back up so that they found each other’s lips again, she kissed him with an intensity that matched his own.

“Stay. Stay with me,” not pleadingly spoken but as a woman who knew exactly what she needed to stop the fierce ache she was beginning to feel in her very core.

With an effort, he stopped, looked at her carefully, and asked gently, “Are you sure this is what you want?”

Reaching up to hold him in a tight embrace, she tenderly pulled his head to mouth-level and whispered softly into his ear, “ Yes, I want you. I want you in my arms. I want you in my bed. I want you inside of me.” She punctuated each statement with a tiny pull of her teeth on his earlobe.

Groaning with the passion of a man who knows that his love will not be denied, Aloysius crushed her to him, burying one hand in her hair. He machine-gunned her with kisses coming so hard and fast that her moans turned to gasps of rawest desire. He pressed his hardness against her and felt her shudder in a wave of craving that left her breathless with anticipation. Wordlessly, he picked her up, his lips never leaving hers. Then, with chin nestling lightly on top of her faintly lavendar-scented hair, he crossed the living room with its dimly burning lamp casting a golden glow to light the way. Aloysius carrried his love through the open doorway of her bedroom. And pausing just long enough, he softly closed the door.