The waiting and anticipation had been good, but the loving reality which would seal their love once more would be even better.The waiting and anticipation had been good, but the loving reality which would seal their love once more would be even better... * Liam Donnahue paused only to shed his boots and coat before he hurried up the stairs. He knew where Cynthia was - she always waited in the bedroom when a game was planned. Mundane things like supper could wait on nights like this; it was more important to feed the inner being than the outer. He hefted the heavy briefcase, smiling as he tried to picture her reaction. The delivery service had been delayed by the snow, which was the real reason for his tardiness, but he rather thought the minor inconvenience would be well worth it. He opened the bedroom door quietly and stepped inside, his cheeks still flushed from the cold outside. Cynthia gazed at him languidly, gracefully posed on the satin spread in a black silk teddy, garter belt and white nylons. Her bird-wing brows quirked quizzically, and - with her long hair spilling down her shoulders to a pool behind her - she presented a picture of sensuality incarnate, he thought: a sensuality made all the sweeter and more alluring by the innocent maiden-like expression she had assumed. "Home so early?" she purred laughingly. "I'm flattered!" "Tease!" he snorted, dropping the briefcase into a chair with a surprisingly solid thump. "You know why I'm late." He came over and enfolded her in his arms, pressing his night-chilled cheek to her for a moment, then kissed her with a long, slow, lingering sweetness. |