Page 5 of Fight
"Have I ever struck you as the pink and girlie kind?"
"No, not really.I guess, I just thought you kept it hidden."
"Oh, trust me, I keep some parts of me hidden but not like that, and definitely not all soft and pink."
"Hmm," He lifted his brows."sounds like a challenge."He was intrigued.
"Not really, but hang around long enough, and you'll find out.Now strip down and stretch out face down on the bed."I smiled at the thought of him nearly naked on my bed.I set the baby oil on the night stand closest to me, and headed for the doorway."I'll give you a minute of privacy."
"You don't have to go."He protested as he reached behind his head and pulled his tee shirt off in one swift move.
I stopped, watching the muscles in his abdomen flex, as he toed one shoe off and then the other.I didn't let myself move as he unbuttoned his jeans and started sliding them down his long legs.I was afraid that if I moved, I wouldn't be able to resist touching him.And though I was going to touch him anyway, that wouldn't be the right time.
His jeans slid down his legs, revealing a snug pair of boxer-briefs that hugged all the curves and bumps of his body, from waist to mid-thigh.He reached down and slipped off his socks, before he crawled onto the bed, working his way up until he could stretch out face down with his hands folded under his head, his face turned to one side.His feet hung off the edge of the bed, I noticed that if he'd moved up far enough to use the pillows, or push them aside, he would fit, barely.
With him settled I fought to control myself enough that I felt safe I wouldn't just jump him.I grabbed the bottle of baby oil and squirted some into one hand, before setting the bottle on the floor near the foot of the bed.I rubbed my hands together, coating them both with the oil, and started with his feet.I grabbed his left foot and massaged the muscles, digging my thumbs into the stiffest parts of them, loosening the tight sore muscles.I worked my way up his leg until I reached his calf, after working those muscles until they were soft and pliant, I switched legs, starting again with his foot and moving up.When I finished with his right calf I switched legs again, moving to his left thigh.I dug my fingers deep into the muscles that had been stressed while compensating for the weaker muscles in his right leg.Up until now, I'd worked without saying anything, concentrating on loosening the tight muscles, but as I moved to work the stiff and sore muscles in his injured thigh, I spoke again, hoping to distract him, at least a little, from what I knew was going to be a painful event.
"Have you thought about how you're gonna to tell your parents you shift now?"I started out gently, kneading his thigh carefully, relaxing it some and finding where the tensest spots were.
"Some," He said, not opening his eyes."I'd like to tell them about us at the same time.It would be easier if you would go with me, if you don't mind."
"I don't mind," I dug my fingers deep into the tighter muscles in his leg."I haven't seen your parents in years, I'd like to see them."
"I'll call Mom, find out when's a good time to go over there."He flinched, as I hit a particularly stiff muscle."I'll warn you though, when she finds out, she'll start dreaming of grandkids again, and you'll be part of that."
I felt a smile form on my lips.I might not be ready for kids yet, but the thought of a tiny version of Devon, made my heart skip a beat.
"I'm not worried about it."I assured him, I picked up the bottle of baby oil, and moved closer to the head of the bed.After pouring a small pool of oil onto his back, I spread it out and started working on the stiff areas of his back.It may only have been his thigh that was injured, but compensating for those weakened muscles, put more strain on the rest of his body, leaving overworked muscles that he probably didn't even notice until I started kneading them.Once I finished with his back, and both legs, I sat back and admired the long lines of his body spread across my bed, wondering if I was ready to ask him to stay.Before I'd made up my mind he pushed himself on to his hands and knees and crawled off the side of the bed, careful not to get the oil still coating his skin on the bedding.He pulled on his jeans and slipped his t-shirt over his head before bending down to kiss me.
His lips played over mine, teasing and caressing my lips, coaxing my mouth open so he could sweep his tongue inside.I moaned softly, stretching up into the kiss, reluctant to let it end.Then he broke away.
"I'm gonna go call Mom," He said picking up his socks and shoes, "thanks for dinner tonight," he bent and kissed me again, lingering a moment."and the massage."
"No problem."
"It's a good thing I have to get up in the morning, or I'd be tempted to stay."
"Mmm."I gave a non-committal sound, not inviting him to stay, but not telling him I wasn't quite ready for it yet either.I walked him to the door, kissing him again before he left, then closing and locking the door behind him, just in case Brandon decided to come back.
A few days later Devon knocked firmly on the unfamiliar door in front of us, and let his arm drop while he waited.He reached back and took my hand, weaving his fingers with mine.I think he was more nervous than I was.Before I could say anything, the door opened.A beautiful woman in her mid-fifties opened the door, a smile splitting her face.She was a couple inches shorter but probably weighed within a few pounds of me, her blond hair was carefully cut into a short, but attractive, style.
"Devon, I keep telling you, you don't need to knock."She swept us inside, hugging Devon before turning to me."So nice to see you again, Nickie." She hugged me too, and I smelled the sharp tang of her skin that reminded me of rosemary."Devon's told me so much about you."
"I'm so glad to see you too, Mrs.Wilson."
"Please, call me Amber.Mrs.Wilson makes me think of my mother-in-law, may she rest in peace."
"If you say so," I smiled in return, extending the platter of cookies I held in one hand."I brought these for you and Mr.Wilson."
"Oh, you didn't have to."She graciously took the offering."Please, come in and sit down.Shawn, Devon's father, is in the back lighting the grill, but he'll be in soon."She led the way into the main room of the house.Amber took us to a seating area, Devon sat down on the sofa, pulling me to sit beside him.
"You said you had something to tell us, dear?"She prompted.
"Can we wait until Dad's here?I'd prefer to only to do this once."
"Of course, he shouldn't be long.Can I get you something to drink while we wait?"
"You don't have to wait on us, Mom.Just relax, I promise, it's nothing bad."
