Red Jeans
"Total bust!" Lee Stetson thundered as he slammed the door to his
apartment shut behind him.
"Lee," Amanda warned.
"Freaking two in the morning and for what, a total bust! I swear
that Auggie best not set foot within a thousand mile radius of
Virginia anytime soon in this century, cause so help me I'm gonna
freakin,"
"Lee!" Amanda raised her voice at her partner sharply, knowing it
was the only way that she would get through his stubborn and highly
irritated litany that, if left to continue, would no doubt waken the
neighbors if they weren't careful.
Lee exhaled once, then twice.
"Sit down, I'll make you some coffee," Amanda told him.
"I don't want any coffee," Lee grumbled.
Obviously he didn't, because Amanda was sure that she had just
witnessed him set a new world record by pouring himself a small shot
of scotch and tossing the drink back.
"Ah," he sighed. "That's better."
Amanda simply shook her head.
"You know, it wasn't Auggie's fault."
"I know, I know. He couldn't have known, how could anybody have
predicted the guy would have had a major heart attack before he even
got to the club?"
"And it wasn't a total bust," Amanda told him.
"It wasn't?" Lee looked at her in total confusion.
She walked over to where he stood and gave him that sweet smile, the
one that looked mostly innocent but hinted at something more.
Lee grinned.
"Yeah, I got to spend the evening with you."
"I knew you would see it my way," Amanda told him softly.
"Oh yeah, I see and I like what I see," Lee told her, truthfully
acknowledging the view.
Amanda stood before him, literally poured into a tiny pair of red
jeans that hugged her like a second skin, emphasizing her slender
waist as well as her cute little derriere.
Yes, if Lee Stetson had to admit anything, he had quite thoroughly
enjoyed that.
And they had gotten to spend the entire evening together, even if the
informant had suffered a heart attack before ever arriving at
Auggie's new club.
He had danced with Amanda quite a bit, in between sending out warning
glares to every other red-blooded, still-breathing male that had
entered the establishment and set their eyes upon her.
There had been no denying that his partner was gorgeous, sexy even.
A fact that had taken him far too long to acknowledge and accept.
One that he had been trying every day since that spring afternoon in
the Q-Bureau to make up for.
Now she stood before him, at nearly two in the morning and, despite
the fact that they should both be exhausted, Lee had discovered that
certain parts of his anatomy were wide awake, very awake.
Mere inches separated them. A small portion somewhere in the back
nether regions of his brain was actually screaming out a warning. A
call to back off and increase the distance between them, rather than
decrease it.
And yet, when he looked into Amanda's dark eyes, he saw nothing but
the mirror image of his passion in them.
Spring had most certainly blossomed into summer, bringing with it not
only the fragrant beauty of the delicate petals. What was that old
saying, something about a young man's fancy turning to thoughts of
love?
Well, whatever it was, Lee thought to himself, he could fully agree.
His fancy had taken a turn somewhere a few weeks back and could no
longer be called delicate or innocent.
Amanda's beauty, like that of a fragrant flower, no longer just
simply called to him. It screamed with ever increasing volume, to be
enjoyed and treasured. She haunted his dreams, teased his senses,
and right now, standing before him, he realized he had never been so
fully aware of her as a woman.
The question tonight, or rather this morning, was what exactly were
they going to do about it.
Lee's eyes were locked with hers and Amanda could practically feel
the intensity of his gaze upon her skin.
Mere inches between them, just a tiny bit of space and yet, to her,
it seemed as if an entire universe separated them. She longed to
feel him next to her, needed to have him hold her as he had earlier
tonight when they had been dancing. It seemed as if tonight all of
her feminine senses had awoken when they had touched and now her body
was humming with a very strong desire.
Never mind that it was the middle of the night and that they'd had a
rather long week and tonight's assignment had been a total bust and
her partner had been fuming about it the whole way back to his
Georgetown apartment.
Suddenly Amanda was very much awake and very much in need of having
yet another burning question in her life answered. She already had
learned that her partner, her mentor in this crazy life of espionage
had strong feelings for her, very strong ones.
She'd discovered the joys of what it felt like to be held in his arms
and the heady sensations that he could cause with just a simple
kiss. He hadn't spoken the words aloud yet, but she already knew.
It was in everything that he did and said, it was conveyed with every
touch, every glance, every smile.
He might not be ready to say it yet, but she knew and she was sure
and she did and now, she wanted more. She wanted to know what it
would feel like to be pulled into those strong arms and to be carried
to the bedroom and what it would feel like for him to bury himself
within her, completely.
The question was whether they had enough faith and courage to
actually proceed to the next level of their relationship and was
tonight finally the night to find out?
They had stood that way, each looking at the other, for what could
have been an eternity. Neither quite sure what to do, neither quite
sure of what the other wanted. It was the hallmark pattern of their
relationship, both secretly wanting and yet both still hesitant to do
much about it.
And then, as if their bodies had grown tired of relying on their
minds to take the next step, both moved towards each other. The
distance closed between them until they were standing almost together.
Lee's hands encircled Amanda's tiny waist, pulling her up against him.
"I still want to get to know you, even better," he whispered the
words low and slowly, in a tone that left no doubt his true meaning.
Amanda smiled.
"Is that what you want?" he asked her.
The look in his eyes was one of pure passion, a burning desire that
Amanda knew she wanted to respond to.
"Yes," she answered him.
She placed her palms on his chest, lightly gliding up his hard chest,
feeling the rapid beat of his heart that told her he shared her
need. Lee was consumed with the same desire and yet, Amanda knew
from his question that, if she wanted, he was willing to stop things
before they spiraled too quickly out of control.
She reached up and brushed her lips over his.
"I want to get to know you better too," she told him.
They stood like that, kissing softly and tenderly until they had to
part for air. Then Lee took her hands in his and squeezed them
lightly.
He was nervous, she thought.
She's calmer than I am, Lee amazed mentally.
She lifted one hand until she could place a soft kiss on his knuckles.
"You know, we might want to take this to your bedroom," she told him
suggestively.
"We might."
Lee scooped her body up quickly and carried her to the bedroom.
So much for him being nervous, she chuckled to herself.
Lee lightly settled her back down on the floor, beside the bed. Then
he reached down and pulled back the spread.
"Wait right here," he told her as he pressed a soft kiss on her lips.
She watched him disappear into the bathroom and heard him rummaging
through a drawer. When he returned, he was holding a small shiny
packet in his hand and he was wearing a silly grin that she thought
ridiculously cute.
He tossed it down onto the nightstand beside the bed and then pulled
Amanda into his arms.
His lips captured hers in a very sensuous kiss, claiming her
passionately. She felt his tongue prodding for entrance into her
mouth and she readily gave it.
Her hands began traveling up his chest, her fingers moving quickly to
undo the buttons on his shirt. And, when they were all undone, her
fingers skimmed across his skin, eliciting warm sensations like he
had never felt before. He had to fight to hold back a groan of
pleasure as arousal settled and burned low in his belly.
Ever since they had shared the kiss in the Q-Bureau he had been
fantasizing about the reality of actually making love to her. At one
time he had thought that was all that it would ever be, a fantasy.
And then, when they had kissed that day, he had accepted that if he
didn't mess things up along the way, they would eventually get to
this step.
Of course, he had tried, very hard, not to push the arrival of this
moment to arrive too quickly. He had wanted to do everything the
right way, the old-fashioned way. But, right now, feeling her touch
against his skin, every one of his noble intentions vanished with the
reality of her touch. His Amanda obviously wanted to make love, her
caresses were bewitching him and he thrilled at the thought of them
getting tangled up in his sheets for the remainder of the night.
Nothing had ever seemed more perfect.
Amanda could hear his labored breathing; she could feel the hard
ridge of his desire pressing against her. There had never been
anything in the world that she had wanted as much as she wanted Lee
to make love to her right now.
She began to push his shirt off of his chest. He stopped her and
then shrugged out of it much quicker than she would have been able to
do the task. It landed on the floor beside them.
His hands tugged her white tank top out of her jeans and he slid the
flimsy garment up and over her head before giving it a careless toss
behind him.
Then he slid his hands behind her back and unfastened the clasp to
the strapless bra that she had worn. Very slowly he pulled it away
from her, to reveal her breasts to him.
He watched her mouth curve into a playful smile; then felt her hand
rub against the front of his jeans, stroking his very obvious
erection through the denim. Lee quickly grabbed her hand, not sure
if he could stand the torture for very long.
Their eyes met and they both smiled.
Then Amanda managed to kick off the high-heeled sandals that she had
been wearing.
Not to be outdone, Lee toed out of his own shoes, giving them a kick
across the floor as they left his feet.
He then undid the button on her jeans and slowly pulled the zipper
downward. His hands grasped the top and slowly slid them downward;
to reveal her longs legs and the black and red lace panties that she
wore beneath.
She stepped out them and then took her turn, undoing his jeans and
removing them from him.
Standing there, both of them clad only in underwear, they couldn't
resist the temptation of touching and they pressed close together,
once again kissing desperately. Hungrily, as if they could never get
enough of one another in this lifetime.
And when they pulled apart, their eyes were locked, each taking one
last opportunity to question if they both were in agreement.
No words were spoken, but both heard the silent query.
Standing there, both of them clad only in underwear, they couldn't
resist the temptation of touching and they pressed close together,
once again kissing desperately. Hungrily, as if they could never get
enough of one another in this lifetime.
And when they pulled apart, their eyes were locked, each taking one
last opportunity to question if they both were in agreement.
No words were spoken, but both heard the silent query.
Likewise, both heard the answer.
Amanda gave Lee that smile, the one that could melt him, the one that
could make him do anything in the universe for her. And then, she
placed her palms on his broad shoulders and began tracing a path
lightly down his chest. By the time she'd gotten to just below his
nipples, she was using each pointer finger to lightly scrape his skin.
Lower and lower she traveled, until she had reached just above the
waistband of his boxers. She slipped those very fingers just down
inside the waistband and then she spoke. In a voice that Lee Stetson
had never heard before, in a voice that ensured he would do whatever
she wanted.
"Bed, now."
And then, she began backing up to the bed, tugging a slightly
startled Lee with her. Which would have worked beautifully, except
for one small thing. She misjudged her distance from the bed,
connecting with it before she thought she would. A graceful Amanda
maneuver that had her falling backwards onto the bed and bringing Lee
Stetson down with her, on top of her.
"Oh."
"Oof."
And then they both laughed.
"Amanda, all you had to do was ask," Lee teased her.
He watched in amusement as she blushed beneath him and then he took
the opportunity to pull them both into a more proper position on the
bed.
"Are you okay?" he asked her.
"Yeah," she whispered softly.
"You're beautiful, you know that?" he asked her.
She lowered her lashes demurely and Lee couldn't help but notice the
soft blush that appeared on her cheeks as well as on her chest.
"So very beautiful," he murmured as he softly traced her cheek with
his fingers.
Lee then cupped her face between her palms and leaned in to kiss
Amanda's lips.
The taste and warmth of Lee's lips seemed to charge the sexual energy
between them even more, his mouth demanding more of her while his
hands slid down her back and pressed her closer to him.
"Manda," he murmured in between kisses as he allowed them only brief
moments to catch air.
"I want to hold you and never let you go," he told her.
"I want that too, I need you," she replied, her own hands traveling
up, her fingers weaving through his hair. "I don't want it to end
and we haven't even started."
Lee gently lowered her down onto the mattress, hovering over her with
a gleaming desire in his hazel eyes.
"Let's see what we can start."
His mouth found her breasts, engulfing one in his mouth to suck upon
her gently. She felt his tongue swirling around the nipple, flicking
against the swollen tip with such sweetness that she though that she
would scream.
Amanda was powerless to prevent the whimper that escaped her mouth
when she felt his fingers stroking her through the lace of her
panties while his mouth pleased her. She'd already known that she
was wet for him, but now she felt as if his fingers had found a
liquid fire.
Perfect harmony, sweet bliss filled her as he pleasured her as she'd
so often fantasized many a long and lonely night. Amanda wanted him
desperately, more than she'd ever wanted anything in her whole entire
life. She longed to have him inside of her, filling her completely.
Lee seemed in no hurry, quite content to slowly and oh, so
agonizingly, torture her beyond all caring and rationale.
And Amanda was more than willing to let him lead her down this path,
with no intention of stopping and no thought of ever turning back.
Lee moved his mouth slowly away from Amanda's breasts and began
working his way downward, slowly trailing kisses down her soft skin.
Across her flat stomach and, then, around her belly button, until his
lips could no longer find flesh. His fingers grasped the top of her
panties and he slid them down, all the way down the length of her
long legs, until they were nothing more than a scrap of fabric
sailing carelessly across the room to land wherever they may.
Then he began working his hands back up along those very same legs,
feeling the silky softness of those shapely calves and then her
thighs. He nudged her open and began stroking her inner thighs.
Then, he found her center and he allowed his fingers to glide over
the dewy folds, taking pleasure at how she writhed beneath his touch.
Amanda could feel his breath, warm against her flesh, and when his
mouth brushed her, she thought she would faint from the sheer ecstasy
of it.
With his fingers and his tongue, he caressed and rubbed her,
intimately exploring what had once only belonged to him in fantasies
from the middle of the dark night.
She was already wet and hot and he longed to send her over the edge.
And yet, he took his time. They would only ever have one chance of
this, their first time, and he wanted it to be as wonderful and
special as Amanda so deserved.
Finally, when Amanda's body was strung so tight that she thought she
might snap, he pulled away from her.
She cried out at the loss, but then realized that he was sheathing
himself quickly with the condom.
"I want you Amanda."
"I want you too, Lee."
She'd no more than spoken the words before Lee was settling his body
exactly where she needed him to be and sliding into her. It was the
most glorious thing that she'd ever felt, his long, hot length
filling her deeply in one stroke.
Almost instantaneously, as if they'd danced the routine a lifetime's
worth already, they settled into a rhythm perfectly syncopated. They
rocked together as he thrust and then withdrew. Their bodies had
melded into one and, for both of them, there was no longer a clear
line as to where one ended and the other began.
For the moment, it was simply perfection, a sensual dance of passion
in tune to the music of their hearts. Lee slowly pushed her towards
the edge, each stroke heightening the anticipation. Each slick
thrust as he glided in and out of her bringing her one more heartbeat
closer to the ultimate pleasure.
Harder and deeper his strokes continued, until Amanda thought she
would either self-combust into flames or scream in a wild primal fit
of passion.
Perhaps both, she thought, as she vaguely registered the bed beneath
them rocking and their breathing and moaning the only sounds filling
the room.
And then, the tension built as his thick shaft filled her and she
knew she was close. Oh, so close.
Lee knew it too.
"Come baby, come," he urged her.
The vocal sound that escaped her lips couldn't possibly have been his
Amanda, Lee thought.
And yet, it had to have been because there certainly was no other
female in the room.
In response to his urging, he felt her body move with his. By now,
they were both drenched and both fully intent on one goal. It was
the ultimate as far as their partnership went. He felt her walls
clenching around him. Lee heard her practically fighting to catch
her breath. She clung to him fiercely and he knew his only goal, his
entire objective was to send her spiraling over the edge.
Then it happened, that precious moment of complete and total erotic
bliss. The very moment that seemed to have been calling them ever
since the day they met.
The world around them exploded as intense waves of pleasure swept
over both of them, a complete satisfaction beyond anything they could
have imagined.
He called out her name.
She buried her mouth against his neck to keep from crying out.
And, as the intense waves decreased they held onto one another
fiercely, neither one ready to let go of what they'd just discovered.
For a long time, they cuddled together; perfectly content not to move
until the rapid pounding of their hearts had slowed and a contented
slumber threatened to overtake them both. Amanda had nestled her
head against his chest and Lee was idly running his fingers along her
flesh.
"Wow," Amanda finally whispered.
"Yeah," Lee agreed.
He felt her nuzzle even closer, a small shiver sending her slender
body in search of the heat from his. Lee pulled the covers up,
carefully tucking them in around her.
"Manda?" he whispered.
"Mmm?"
"Promise me something?"
Lazily, she opened her eyes partially and looked at him.
"What Lee?"
"Next time you know we're going to go out and you're, you know, in
the mood, would you wear those red jeans for me?"
She laughed softly.
"It will be our little code, Scarecrow."
He grinned before kissing her gently.
"Goodnight Amanda."
"Goodnight Lee."
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