Aloysius in Love
by saintkitty
URL: http://www.bluecatsgraphics.com/pean/fanfics/59/

Somewhere on the small, rock-strewn island of Capraria, in a small cottage by the sea, the blazing colors of the setting sun painted a series of shifting, weaving patterns on the white stuccoed walls of the bedroom in which reclined a heavy-lidded Aloysius Pendergast. The fragrance of a lightly-scented lotus blossom perfume mixed maddeningly with the heavier scents of the sea outside carried in through the open French doors by way of a cooling breeze that found its way into the ordinarily stifling room.

Aloysius lay naked on the bed. His now lightly sun-kissed body was noticeably leaner from his recent prison sojourn but still heavily muscled and fit for any kind of action. The pale blonde hair on his chest moved rhythmically with his breathing; he lay with hands lighlty folded across his taut belly one leg slightly raised at the knee.

Thoughts of former loves whirled slowly through his mind: Sophia who had so beautifully graced the waterfall in his Dakota home and who had possessed the most exquisite legs he had ever seen. On a woman. Jemimah, a special agent who was indeed a special agent, and whose streetsmart, rough and tumble playfulness had made a truly fascinating experience of a mundane stake-out. Oh, the things he had done with that tie! Aloysius smiled lazily as the memories bombarded him with feelings that began to make his blood stir.

And it was then that with one deft movement the reality of the present swept aside the daydreams of the past. His throat became dry with the pressure of the fingers slowly pressing against his nipples circling in ever-increasing tension until he shuddered with the rising of beginning passion. A soft moan found its way out of his straining throat as the rhythm of desire matched beating heart in more and more urgent strokes. As wave upon wave of trembling need to end this sweetest of all tortures gripped him, Aloysius’ loins bucked with the pleasure of surrender in a mind-numbing explosion that he could no longer contain.

Exhausted and satisfied beyond any intimacies that he had known before, Aloysius stretched lazily with the delight of a lover whose completion had come with all of the fire he had dreamed of. Turning his head to the side he whispered in a Southern drawl now husky with the pleasure he felt, “It is indeed just as I had suspected. You are, quite simply, incomparable.”

As he rose from the bed in the now darkened room, a smile of the deepest satisfaction stealing across his face like a cat who has just gotten the better of a mouse, Aloysius wandered over to lean against the jamb of the doorway leading out to the now starlit patio. The evening breezes quickly dried the last of the remaining perspiration from that body that was made for love.

Turning back into the empty room, Special Agent Aloysius Pendergast mused almost unconcernedly, “I wonder what time Viola will be returning from her day of shopping on the mainland?”



—All references to Sophia and the waterfall from “Waterfall” by India Girl
—All references to Jemimah and that wonderful tie from “Wish” by loxley85