Capturing Chris 5

sometimes the muses speak a lot, sometimes its just a little... figured i'd share what they shared then go do something  else..like ...bake or something

Agnes sat staring at her plate and sending furitive glances at chris. 

Her mind was racing with a million questions.

What in the hell just happened here?

How could he be cleaning the kitchen as if he didn’t just drop the biggest bomb in her lap?

Why was she even still sitting here?

Because you want him too.  The answer was clear. But the whys and the hows of it…could it be that simple?

“ It is that simple, Aggie.  We’ve danced around our attraction for a long time. We’ve never talked about it just not so mutually agreed to ignore it. And yes, you asked a question out loud.”  Chris turned from his task of cleaning to lean back against the sink, arms crossed over his chest.

Agnes furrowed her brow and looked down at her plate again, grateful, not for the first time that her skin tone hid her blushing nature.

Chris chuckled and walked forward. 

“it only hides it from those who aren’t looking at you , Agnes. I’ve always seen you. And I love the way you blush.” His whisper was heavy and landen with something dark and sinful that went straight to her core.

Frustrated agnes shot him a scowl then dug into her breakfast. The only way to be sure she didn’t say anything else out loud was to make sure she kept her mouth busy.  She mental rolled her eyes…She’d love to keep her lips busy against that vein pulsing along the side of his thick neck, but in the mean time she’d better make due with bacon and pancakes before she found herself in whirlwind of trouble.

Chris laughed again, Agnes had NO pokerface and he could read her thoughts as clear as if it were the words written in one of his favorite novels. There was a lot to discuss but he knew he’d need time for her to gather her thoughts.

Reaching into the junk drawer  he pulled out a note pad and pen.

“ here…make a list of all your questions and we’ll talk about it later. I’m going to get your clothes from the dyrer and then get dressed. Mike is gonna come over in about an hour and check your head. And then we’ll talk ok.”  Chris tossed the note pad and pen down on the counter within her reach.

He searched her face noting  the dark bruise above her right eye and the nervous twinkle in the bottomless orbs.

Leaning in he lightly cupped her check and before kissing that bruise.

“there is so much to talk about and say and feel,   I know it seems sudden but we’’ve  been running to this for years. I’ll wait, but I’m not going to change my mind agnes. Its you. Its always been you.”  Rising he walked away and he prayed that she wouldn’t dash out the back door and into her own home while he was changing.   

Capturing Chris 4

Its fall! And I’ve been thinking, the chill in the air calls for something…hot and warm and tingly.  I hope this does it.  Also, I know you’ve been waiting…and so have I.  Its all a process, so I’m very sorry when these updates don’t come quickly. But I do hope you enjoy it enough to stick around.  MineMuse, himself, has been verra verra busy. So I haven't actually had the contact with him I needed to channel this story.  I finally got a brief moment to chat with him this past week and well... as you can see...it was lucrative.  As always, please forgive the editing faux pas,  this story is presented exactly as if flew from my fingers.

Chris leaned against the bedroom door and listened with a smile as Agnes grumbled and made  her way to the bathroom.  Looking down into the three set of canine eyes staring back at him he chuckled.

“Aye, boys. Aggie is feeling a bit grouchy, but we’ll fix that, right?  Let’s go you mongrels, out of the door so I can get our lady something to ease her head and then spring the plan on her.”  Chris shepherded the dogs out into the back yard and went about making breakfast. The entire time his mind drifting back to the way Agnes looked curled in his sheets and even more so the way she curved her body around his when he sat on the edge the bed and rested his cool hand against her forehead.

He’d only meant to rouse her and insure that her head injury wasn’t more serious, but the trusting way she’d nestled against him and pressed her face into his hand caused him to pause and really take her in.

Agnes held her own special brand of attractiveness.  She was short and full of curves that Chris more than appreciated, when the sheet and slid down a bit and revealed the swell of her breast he caught his breath as he watched it rise softly and the fall again.  He couldn’t say how long he sat there staring, transfixed by the rhythm of her slumbering breath, but he knew that he’d watched in longing, praying that the sheet would slip lower and reveal her satin covered nipple.  His mouth had watered and he’d forced himself to stand and walk over to the large wingback  chair under the window and take up the rock glass of whiskey he’d abandoned there when he entered the room. He sat, slouched low with knees splayed to give his stirring member room and watched her, hungrily for hours while she slept.

The sound of the bedroom door opening brought him back to the present, and reminded him that if he were going to proposition the lovely Miss Agnes, he’d do well to present her with a feast to ease the way.

Washing his hand at the sink he turned his attention to finishing preparing the meal he’d began before he’d heard her stirring before.

Agnes found chris in the kitchen, still shirtless and barefoot, humming softly to himself while flipping pancakes over a griddle.  She wasn’t sure what made her mouth water more, the tantalizing smells of bacon and coffee that filled the room  or the sight of his finely honed muscles.

She jumped slightly when he looked over his shoulder at her and smiled.  With a tilt of his head he said “ pull up a seat” before sliding a plate filled with food towards her on the island counter.

Anges sat and stared at the plate, waiting until Chris had filled one for himself and then  joined her, before placing her hand on the table palm upwards.   Her breath caught when he quickly placed his hand in hears and his deep voice offerd up a soft prayer of thanks. With a slight squeeze and a lingering of fingers the “amened” and dug in

“ SO what do you want, Christopher” Agnes said between bites of jam and butter slatherd toast and sips of hot coffee.

“why should I want anything. I could just be feeding you because you know, I felt bad that you walked into a two by four and knocked yourself out in my back yard.”

“ a point of fact, Chris, I didn’t walk into that two by four, you hit me with it. A second point of fact, we’ve been neighbors for several years and friends for the entirety of that time, when you want something outrageous, you feed me. So, what do you want AND where are my clothes.”

Agnes, sat her coffee mug on the counter and tried hard to adopt a no nonsense look.  She let her eyes drift briefly to Chris’ face taking in the pale ginger scruff on his jaw. He hadn’t shaved when he’d been in the shower earlier. Her breath hitched a moment when he licked a bread crumb from his lip. She brought her eyes back to his and had to fight not to look away when she realized he’d been watching her watch him.

“you Agnes,”

Agnes Blinked a couple of times and the shook her head. Really, she must have honestly knocked something loose.

“Come again”

The question came out like a breathless squeak and a flush rushed up her skin.

“you asked what I wanted, I answered.  We’ve been friends for ever. For as long as we’ve been neighbors. And that whole time I’ve wanted the same thing Aggie.  You.  In my arms, in my bed, on this kitchen counter.  I want you…not just as my friend who lives next door and fosters my dogs when I’m away.

I want you on long walks and holiday gatherings and trips to Ireland to see my ma and da.  I want you across the table when I eat and with your legs wrapped around my head screaming your pleasure when …I…eat.”

The passion in Chris’ voice stole robbed her of the ability to the think. He didn’t move, didn’t slow his ministrations as he finished he breakfast, he just …monologued her…and damned if her thighs weren’t soaked with the evidence of how much that declaration turned her on.

“eat your breakfast aingel” Chris’ voice deepened into his native brogue as he nodded to ward her plate of unfinished food. “your going to need all your strength.”

Agnes, still shocked, could do nothing more than lift her fork in her hand, but she’d be damned if she could actually place a bite of food in her mouth.

“chris…” she said on a determined sigh her gaze meeting his again.

She couldn’t process …anything… out of the blue her friend had just admitted that he wanted all the things she’d wanted and had wanted them for the same amount of time that she had.  She had questions and doubts and…

 “I have questions.”  She stated sharply.

Chris chuckled. “and I have answers, but for now….eat.” He squeezed her hand before getting up to put his plate in the sink and pour her another cup of coffee.

Probably wasn't what you came here looking for

I honestly can't remember when I wrote this... when ever an un birthday treat was first released...this came after that....i tend to drop it like an easter egg every year...some where random in october.... this year... I'm posting it every where I can....

no fancy font.   no  music intro.... just this.


It was nearly Christmas. You could smell the holiday in the air. Frost

and snow covered everything outside and inside the house was filled with

tantalizing aromas of ham slow roasting with a honey glaze. The fire was

bright and cackling and all the traditional decorations for Christmas were

artfully placed by three well meaning, if over excited bundles of joy. One

would expect to hear the children clamering down the hallway, glasses or

mugs clicking in toast, laugter and conversation. Yes, thats what one would

expect, but the opposite was true. The room was warm but silent, save for the

occasional ruffle of clothing or sniffle as someone held back tears.

Tomas sat with their youngest son Graham on his lap. He stared in wonder at

the curly brown head. How could they have just celebrated his arrival here

and then today be mourning the loss of his Godmother. As the last of the

guest walked out the front door, He raised his head to look at his wife of 10

years. Eloise was beautiful to him, even in her mourning, she radiated love

and warmth. Tomas knew she was missing her close friend, but she'd opened her

arms and their home to Angeline's family and other friends. She made herself

their center, their port of call during this harsh time, when one should have

been emersed in festivaties. Angeline and Elois had lived life like twins.

Adventures, love all of it had been intertwined. It had been devasting to

both women when Angie had learned too late she'd had breast cancer. Elois had

raged. How could someone so smart, so intellegent not have regular check ups.

But Angie had lived life for the next rush. Moving from one epic adventure to

the other, with out ever having so much as a common cold. When she'd began

to fill sick and not have any strength, she and Eloise argued nightly about

her need to go to the doctor. She'd been over to visit with the kids when she

passed out in the kitchen. Little Graham had run to his brothers, insisting

the twins help he with his angel. THe older boys thought he'd ment the angel

for the christmas tree. At six the twins thought they were grown and had

decided they could replace the ornament theirselves. When they went to the

kitchen to get a chair on which to stand, they found the fallen angel that

had graham in tears. They'd dialed 911 and then called Tomas home explaining

that Auntie Angel was sleeping on the floor in the kitchen and their cookies

were burning in the oven. Here they were on the eve of Christmas eve. Missing

one of the Key elements of the season. Of their lives. The cancer that had

resided in Angeline's breast had been slowly spreading through out her body.

Her sudden decline in health was the result of it taking over the last of

her organs. The doctors had been powerless to save her. Any treatment would

only add to her agonizing pain. The doctors had taken a moment to speak with

each female present at the hospital, ensuring them that if they but only test

regularly most their lives could be saved. Had Angeline gone to any of the

hundreds of appointments she'd scheduled then cancelled her life may have

been spared. But what ifs adn should haves were pointless.

 Rising slowly he walked with Graham toward's Eloise and wrapped her into his

arms with their son. Standing for a moment he inhaled, just relishing this

time, burning it into his memory and willing Elois to do so as well.

"Hey Alice, lets put this little mouse to bed and have a rest, twiddle dee

and dum will be home tomorrow and it will be full steam ahead"

He guided his love down the hall, stopping briefly to put Graham to bed.

Removing his miniture suit he smiled as the child curled into his side.

Graham cuddled the teddy bear that Angeline had just given him for his

birthday and snuffled out a little sigh. Elois pulled the blankets up over

the baby and ran her finger through his curls. Love and sadness poured from

her eyes.

Arm and arm Tomas and Eloise made their way down the hall to their room. Once

inside Tomas sat Elois on the edge of the bed and slowly removed her clothes.

As he removed each shoe he massaged her stocking covered feet, before easing

the dark nylons offer her legs and wadding them up. He had Elois stand before

him and he lifted the simple black sheath dress over head and tossed it too

onto the floor. He made short work of her black bra then wrapped her his

flannel pajama top. Pushing slightly he guided her back on to the bed, then

gathered her discarded clothes and tossed them into the hamper. Tomas changed

into his own pajamas and tee shirt before starting the fire in their hearth

and climbing into bed..

As soon as he settled back against the head board Eloise climbed into his lap

and wiggled her way between his legs with her back to his front. Once she

was settled she leaned her dark head back against his shoulder and nuzzled

her nose into the side of his neck. They sat that way gazing into the flames.

Each reflecting on thier life and their blessings.

 After a time Eloise began to open the button on the pajama top. She kept

her gaze forward so she didnt' see the questioning look one Tomas's face.

When she had every button undone, she placed her hands on Tomas's and slowly

brought them up her torso to rest inside the shirt on her breast. Once his

hands where in place, she raised her arms futher over her head and then

linked her fingers behind Tomas's neck. At this angle her breast were thrust

out futher into Tomas's hands. Understanding came slowly, but it came and

Tomas began to slowly move his fingers over her velvety coal skin. He touched

her with reverance and love, but he touched her slowly and firmly, relearning

the curves of her breast. The breast that had not only nursed and comforted

his sons, but himself. He commited the weight and shape to his mind, to the

very molecular make up of his fingers and palms. He spent what cold have been

hours with his eyes closed and his fingers molding and shaping the heavy

flesh. Finaly when, he felt Eloise release her linked hands and bring her

arms down. He stopped his ministrations and wrapped her in his arms. Turning

slowly, Tomas rolled them to one side and tucked her in close to his body.

FInally they slept