Gravity Happens

Dinner that night was particularly tense. Magoon and Hark managed to keep up a convincing enough dialogue as they observed the silent conflict between Charlie and Eve. If Eve was avoiding looking in Charlie’s direction, he was staring her down with an almost disturbing intensity; when Charlie was able to abstain from boring down Eve, it was almost certain that her eyes would be locked onto him with a heartbreaking yearning.
“Mighty hot night we’re in for, wouldn’t you say, boss,” Hark offered.
“Humph,”
“Yessiree, I’d say it’s going to be hot as a habanero tonight! Humid as a whorehouse too, by my reckoning—that sun just wouldn’t quit today!” Hark continued.
“I believe ye’ve got that a’right, lad, looks to be like we’ll be having ourselves a proper dragon summer,” Magoon helped, “which only serves to promise up a witch’s tit winter!” Both men guffawed a little too loudly.
Merlin’s beard! Have we really come to weather talk! Eve jumped up from the table, “Please excuse me, I have to…I have to finish a letter.”
As all three men watched her flee the dining room, Hark slid back his chair and leaned it back on two legs, propping one foot on the edge of the table. He turned eyes on Charlie, “Y’know you really are one stupid cuss.”
Magoon nodded, “Aye, ye truly are.”
Charlie glared at both of them and made for the door as well.

Eve couldn’t sleep. It was too bloody hot. She stripped down to her knickers, then stripped them off too. She stepped under the frigid spray of the shower, lay down on the cool tile floor of the bathroom. No help at all, it was just too bloody hot. She conjured a fan, to no avail, she would get no relief from this heat. She began to wonder if it was really the night or if it was the look in Charlie’s eyes when he cornered her in the study earlier. She couldn’t shake the memory of that encounter. Aggravated, she paced around the room, only to find that moving only made the heat worse. She tossed herself onto the big, soft bed. The bed too big and too soft for just one person, she thought, the bed is just a tease!
Eve buried her face in her arms. Hot night. Just a hot, hot night. She tried to stop it, but the memory crept into her mind of its own volition. With a growl of frustration she crawled to the end of the bed and reached down under it. Straightening and shimmying back, she placed the little silver box on the bed, opened it, and pulled out the photograph she wanted. A young man in black swimming trunks with a girl on his back in a little lavender bikini stared back at her. Eve clutched the photograph to her chest and stared at the ceiling, high, high above her. That night had been so hot too…
He rapped once on her door at midnight, just like they’d planned. Thrilled, Eve jumped out of bed already dressed, slipped her sandals on, and grabbed the bag. She slipped silently out of the room and he took her hand. Eve tried not to giggle out loud as the couple snuck out of the inn they were staying at with her parents. Together they raced down to the beach and jogged through the surf until the inn was well out of sight. They chose a spot just beyond a rock outcropping, laughing together as they laid out the blankets and stuck candles into the pebbles.
“My parents will kill us if they find out,” she told him.
“Well then let’s not tell them,” he smiled, taking her in his arms. He hummed a little tune and danced her around, “full moon tonight.”
“It’s beautiful,” she murmured, nuzzling against him, swaying to the music he made up, “I wish we could spend every night like this.”
“We will one day, ma Cherie!” he dipped her back gallantly. She giggled and he kissed her. Softly at first, Charlie savored the feel of her mouth beneath his. He nipped gently at the corners of her lips before spreading them with his tongue.
“Mmm, Charlie,” she purred against him, surrendering to him. He wrapped her dark hair around his hands, pressing her closer to him as he conquered her juicy sweet mouth. As he deepened the kiss, her hands swept along his back, memorizing the lines of his muscles. When she scored his back lightly with her fingernails, he made a strange, pained sound low in his throat and pulled away, eyes clouded with passion. “I think it’s much, much too hot for all these clothes, don’t you?” she asked coyly, running her hands around his rib cage and over his pectorals, sliding them down along his growing hardness and back up to unbutton his shirt. She slid it back over his shoulders, deliberately running her nails down his back again as she did so, making him stiffen under her hands. His shirt fell to the ground as she sank to her knees in front of him, tugging on the button of his jeans while she rubbed check against his hip. He could feel her breath hot against him through his clothes. With a growl he lunged at her, pushing her back onto the blanket beneath him. Her sexy, self assured laugh surrounded him.
“Much too hot,” he agreed as he pulled on the single bow at her waist that held the dress together. He unwrapped her, exposing her nubile young body to the moonlight, candlelight, and him. She lay trusting and beckoning beneath him, her skin glowing temptingly, taking his big hand in her much smaller one and placing it on her breast, telling him how badly she needed him to touch her. He rose admirably to the task.
With long fingers, he traced the outline of each breast, cupped their weight in his palms, caressing her secret flesh while she gasped under him. He molded her in his hands, circled piquant little nipples and pulled lightly on them. She threw her head back with a deep, pleasured sigh and he took the opportunity to put his mouth to the long line of her neck. He suckled her hungrily, feasting on the bounty, moving down her neck to her shoulders to her collar to her breasts. He took each into his mouth in turn, sucking them slowly between his teeth, grazing her sensitive skin, just on this side of pain. His tongue laved at each peak, swirling the nipples around his tongue, hardening them further. Eve watched him, completely aroused by the sight of Charlie feasting on her body. As he paid homage to her breasts, she worked her own hands over the taut muscles of his abdomen, reaching down into his jeans to fondle the length of him. He moaned against her skin as she wrapped her fingers around him and slowly pumped him with one hand, using the other to stroke lightly just under the head. Charlie gave a fierce shudder but he wasn’t done with her yet. He gently took her arms and spread them out beside her, kissing and nipping at the tenderness on the underside of either limb. Charlie then descended on her, lapping his way down her succulent stomach to his goal. Eve’s breath caught and her back arched suddenly as Charlie’s tongue worked its way between the soft folds of her womanhood, tasting her in long, slow, upward strokes. He spread her with the fingers of one hand, pressing the other against her stomach as a measure of control. She trembled against him as he deepened the kiss between her thighs. He wiggled his tongue against her clit, eliciting a shriek of delight. Instinct and reflex caused Eve to arch again, but Charlie’s strong arm kept her flat on her back, so she plunged her hands into his hair as he plunged his tongue into her core. He worked his tongue inside her and rubbed her clit with his fingers as her hips bucked futilely against his face. He then reached under each of her legs with both of his hands, placing her legs over his shoulders as he burrowed deeper into her. Eve tried desperately t o watch him but the overwhelming sensations made her eyes useless to her. Then he shifted and his tongue slid back over her clit, replacing it with one…two…three long, tapered fingers slid slowly inside of her body. Eve rode his hand wantonly, but still wanted more, “please, please….Charlie, please…oh MERLIN, CHARLIE PLEASE!” she cried.
Charlie lifted his face with a sly grin, “please what, baby? What do you want?” He positioned himself against her, teasing her (and him) by dragging the head of his dick over her soaking center.
Eve’s face was flushed, hair wild, naked body writhing uncontrollably. She turned unfocused eyes on him and whispered, “you.”
It was all he needed, in one motion he was inside of her, stretching her to capacity. They lay still, just feeling each other. In the stillness, he could feel her muscles clenching reflexively around him, she could feel him pulsing inside her. As one, they began to move. Charlie pulled out slowly as Eve arched away from him, then slid back into her, inch by inch as she tipped back up to meet him. Together they built the tension, rubbing all their best bits together as Charlie rode her like the moon rides the night. With each thrust, he glided forward over her body, his chest grazing the hard peaks of her nipples. Eve dug her heels into the ground beneath them, anchoring herself to push up into him, offering him more of her body. She was pinned on either side by the iron columns of his arms, which she ran her hands up, over his shoulders, around his neck, winding her fingers through his too-long hair, meeting his intense gaze with hers. She pulled him in to meet her kiss, wanting every inch of him possible inside her body. Each moment brought the sensations to build, and their slow lovemaking escalated to a fever pitch. Charlie swelled inside of Eve, gaining momentum at an obscene pace, working her ardor higher and higher, her body writhing fluidly with his. She crashed first, climaxing with a sharp cry, muffled by his shoulder, but still he rode her, pushing himself harder to break her again. They fell together, swallowing rapturous shouts from the night.
“Shit,” Eve muttered, “absolute, total bullocks,” quaking from the force of the memory, Eve shivered, “totally unbearable,” she grabbed the closest pillow, squeezed it over her face and shouted into it.
“Talking to yourself is the first sign of madness,” Maxwell informed her, his head popping up from the middle of her bed, “and that pillow bit can’t be healthy”
“You really shouldn’t do that, you know,” Eve said irritably, wrapping her nude body in a sheet.
“What seems to be the problem, poppet? Can’t sleep?” Max was unphased, both by her nakedness and her rudeness.
“Too hot.”
Maxwell looked at her like he knew exactly how hot she was, “Hmm, yes there was a rather lot of chatter about how warm the night’s been, not that I’d know anything about it, mind you. I seem to remember, the best way to fall asleep on a restless night is to thoroughly exhaust oneself. The best way to thoroughly exhaust oneself is not to bray into perfectly innocent pillows, but to provide the body with some exercise,”
“It’s too hot to move, Max,” Eve objected.
“If it’s not too hot to cover one’s face so foolishly with a pillow, I don’t see how it can be too hot to take a healthful stroll. Not all of the springs around here are thermal, you know, there is a particularly lovely cold spring up in the hills over there,” he gestured vaguely out a window, “you might try to find the path up that way and take a mild hike, dip your toes in the water, and walk back. I’m sure you’ll find sleep far more agreeable afterwards.”
Eve did not look convinced.
“Trust me, Evelyn, I suffered through a great many hot, sleepless nights when I was alive, I’m sure you’ll find that following my advice will do you a world of good. Off you go now, you’ll find a path through the trees on the other side of the garden.”
Eve didn’t have any better ideas so she pulled on a pair of light shorts and a tank top and trudged out the door, mumbling all the while about intrusive incorporeal prats…