He was stunned a moment, but recovered in time to part his lips in answer to her own.He was stunned a moment, but recovered in time to part his lips in answer to her own. Her tongue brushed over his teeth and deeper into his mouth, touching his tongue and sliding around it slowly. He responded in kind, moving his hands inside the cloak, around her naked back. Her breasts pressed against his bare chest and he felt her hesitate, then abandon whatever the reason for hesitation. He felt her hands in his hair, grabbing fistfuls that were almost painful and pulling him harder against her. Their tongues wrestled for several minutes. Then they parted, gasping. "Mike, make love to me." This gave him reason to pause. He was sure he looked as thunderstruck as he felt. "But, Marcia, we've never...I mean, you're still a...I didn't think you liked me that much...I mean...are you sure?" She held his face in her hands and looked directly into his eyes. "I'm sure. I want you now. I want you because we may never get out of this alive, and because I'm terrified that something is going to happen to me, and because you're the most wonderful guy I've ever known, much less dated. Please, Mike?" The appeal in her eyes tore at his heart. He wasn't sure if, after the abuse of the last week of his life, the necessary portions of his anatomy would perform, but he was willing to try. His answer was to lean forward and kiss her again. He fumbled with the cloak clasp as he kissed along the line of her jaw to her ear. He blew gently across her ear and she giggled. "You tickled on purpose!" she protested, smacking at him feebly. Feeling his hands still at her throat, she looked down. "Oh, let me do that." She smiled as he relinquished the clasp to her smaller fingers and ran his fingers through her hair, turning her head so that he could have better access to her earlobe. The cloak slid heavily to the floor and she wrapped her arms around his chest, scratching his back lightly. |