The Only Way is Up

Part Twenty Nine

He ran his hand through his hair, but she rolled over him, "I loved it." She blushed then, her already flushed flesh deepening. "Vincent made me think I was frigid. He'd spend ages slurping at my chest, but I didn't feel much...as soon as you did the same...well it was anything but the same." She blushed again, "it turned me on."

"You are ANYTHING but frigid. But for the record the bruises don't turn me on."

Smiling she gave him a slow smile, "and there was me just getting into this..." He watched her roll on to her side again, then call out, "aren't you showering?"

He rolled onto his side, then stretched, aware that her eyes were on his; the one thing he had never been was body conscious, so he jumped to his feet and strolled to the bathroom. As he reached the door he turned around to face her.

"Don't you know it's rude to stare?"

She chuckled, deliberately looking him up and down, her eyes widening as he hardened under her gaze, "my house, my rules...and if I want to stare, try and stop me."

As he stepped into the shower cubicle he was still laughing.

As wonderful as the last ten hours had been, it as a beautiful day and she really needed to achieve something. Though the temptation to spend even more hours between the sheets with Maxim was more attractive than she ever imagined.

Breakfast was the first job, and wearing just his t-shirt...partly because she liked smelling of him, and partly because he'd have nothing to wear on his top half, she started on pancakes. He'd hate them, probably prefer porridge, but she didn't care.

As she was flipping a couple, two arms wrapped around her from behind, settling on her hips as lips snuffled below her ear.

"How can that old t-shirt look SO good?"

His body was pressed up against her and he felt just right, when they were together any anxiety, any doubts disappeared.

Sitting at her table, she watched Maxim ravenously devour the pancakes then a second mug of coffee, "they were good."

Smiling she sat back in her chair, "what have you got planned for today?"

Shrugging he stole half a pancake from her plate, gliding it through the maple syrup then wrestled it to his mouth before replying, "whatever you're doing! You're not going to make me go home are you?"

Nicole knew that she couldn't do that, "no. Picnic, walk in the park...the market...there are a lot of options."

"But they all involve leaving the house..."

She chuckled, and as she was about to answer, the phone rang. It was Mike.

Immediately she was nervous, "what's happened? Is Kim ok?"

Mike sighed and her heart pounded fearfully in her chest, then he spoke, "yes she's fine, so is Noah."

Then her heart truly stopped, "Noah?"

"Yep." Mike was smiling she could hear it in his voice, "our son. He arrived about three hours ago. He was five pound two, which for five weeks early is apparently very healthy; he has a ridiculously loud set of lungs...and a head of thick black hair."

"Oh my god. Mike, that's amazing...How's Kim? Did it go ok?"

He laughed, "I can't believe what she went through...but she's fine, I'm so proud...I can't tell you how much I love her...and him."

Nicole felt the tears well in her eyes at those words, "and Kim and Noah are both very lucky. Can I see them?"

He laughed, "she'll die if you don't visit her soon, apparently. She's at the private hospital, she's got her own room...you can visit ANY time. But the message from her is ASAP."