Capturing Chris 2

Chris cursed as he tossed the length of wood he'd been carrying over his shoulder to the ground. A few brief strides brought him to his neighbor’s side. He crouched down to where she'd fallen after being hit in the head with the offending piece of lumber.   A quick glance and a cursory check with his fingers over her bald head told him there was no bleeding but she was going to have a pair of matching goose eggs, and a hell of a head ache.

She'd taken him totally by surprise when she'd stepped through that gate. One that he often times himself forgot.  It had been a long time since anyone used it. In fact Agnes was the only person who used it and only on the rare occasions that she was walking through the neighborhood and wanted to avoid their crotchety neighbor and his vicious lab rat of a dog.

In the dog days of summer, she hadn't been walking as much.  In fact she hadn't taken a short cut through his yard since... the night he'd been standing under the stars naked.

On a sigh Chris quickly lifted her and made quick work of carrying her into his house. It was too hot to be in the sunshine and she looked as if she'd had more than her fair share of the heat.

Once he was sure she was o.k., he'd walk her home.

Chris took the steps up leading up to the back deck quickly pushed open the sliding glass door that lead into the eat in kitchen.   The moment his foot hit the tiles three, four legged, behemoths raced to his side. Tales wagging and ears perked in curiosity.

"Move boys, I'll let you check on your friend later, but first we have to make sure she is o.k."

He led the way to his bedroom feeling as if he were the grand-master leading a parade, the dogs following behind him in single file.

Despite his worry a small smile tickled his face as Agnes stirred and snuggled her face more deeply into chest.  The scent of her perfume and sweat wafted up to him when she moved.  Again he noted that her body felt overly warm in his arms.  Cooling her off and making sure that she'd no damage for the heat or being knocked unconscious were his first priorities.  

In his room he gently placed her on the high, plush bed.  He paused a moment to take her in. His sister had joked that he had purchased a princess bed, but Chris believed in comfort. His job in the military often put him in places were the only place to rest his head was scorching sand.  When he was home he wanted to be able to snuggle into the softness of her arms...  "Where did that come from” Chris spoke to himself at the thought. He'd meant he wanted to be able to snuggle into.... another glance at his charge and he knew is mind had be right.  Sure the soft blankets and pillows of his bed were comfortable and inviting, but nothing on earth could be as soft and giving and being wrapped in the curves of his short neighbor. 

She'd once called him tall, but he wasn't really, not by normal standards...she was just a bit on the short side.  And packed with curves that facinated him, from her high cheek bones and cupids bow of a mouth to her large eyes and the shells of her ears.

Chris took Agnes in;  she looked so small, yet so womanly on. Her Dark brown skin stood out in relief against he cream colored sheets. 

Suddenly she sighed and rolled over away from him, rubbing her cheek against his pillow before settling comfortable into sleep. He knew he should wake her, make sure that she didn't have a concussion, but the sight of her tucked into his bed looking so dangerously innocent and so seductively sweet stalled him. His eyes settled on the plump curve of her her as. Watching as the muscles flexed adn relaxed  while she kicked off her shoes and settled herself even more comfortably on to the bed.

"Agnes" he whispered her name while leaning closely in.  "Agnes, do you hurt anywhere?"

She nodded her head never opening her eyes.

"Tell me where it hurts."

Agnes moaned and a lifted a hand to her temple. 

"Your head hurts?"

Another deep sigh and a slight nod

"Anything else?"

Agnes rolled over and whispered “feet hurt” but never opened her eyes.   Chris could tell that she was talking through both pain and the dregs of exhaustion.

"Ok love, one more thing and I’ll let you rest. Can you open your eyes for me Agnes?"

A frown puckered her brow but she did as he asked. She opened her eyes and Chris was struck with clear and bright the brown pools were.

"Agnes, do you know where you are?"

"Your house."

"Do you know who I am?"

"Chris."

"Can you tell me, what happened?"

"Hurts."

"What hurts, Agnes?"

Chris watched as she seemed to contemplate his question. Slowly, she lifted her hand and placed it over her heart, then closed her eyes and drifted back to sleep.