Capturing Chris 7

Well, Since Mimi has reached the “I’m coming from ny to beat the brakes of you.”  Point in her lectures, I suppose it’s time I just give it to you.

I haven’t heard from minemuse in… days and days and days. So I can’t blame anyone for these shenanigans.

Sigh… so…holidayish kinda time, you know snow slightly falling, but not scrazy( scary crazy snowpocolyps snow, just light fluffly not really winter yet kinda melt in a few days snow fall)  Ok you got it?  Now put your coat on and lets go stand outside this house *snaps fingers and teleports us to Chris’s house* Ok, for this, you gotta go over there and look.*points to window* Don’t worry old mister nosey and his yippie dog can’t see you. Ha ha don’t worry about how I got inside. Just come look. This is a close up.  Come closer.  No, no closer…put your nose against the window and smoosh. Make a piggy face…closer…closer…oh hold on you guys should umm… bats in the cave, back up  I’ll just zoom in a bit and tell you what’s going on while you get a Kleenex and fix that.  * this cecil b dmille ish is hard.*

Agnes sat with her legs stretched toward the fire.  She stared at her hands laced over her pertruding belly and smiled at the ridiculous diamond and white gold bands on each of her ring fingers.

Sleep was rapidly claiming her as it was want to do these days, but she wouldn’t get to dreamland, at least not just yet.  A pair of soft warm lips and a slightly rough tongue laved her neck causing her to giggle.

The sting of teeth sinking into her skin sent a tingle of electricity dancing from her nipples to the apex of her thighs.

“ Mike, I’m napping here.”

“mmmmm you’re delicious when your all sleepy and warm.”

 The rough rumble of Mike’s voice washed over her and she sighed.  She wanted to play…she really did, but more than that: Agnes sat up abruptly.  Mike’s hand’s fell away from their torturous play at her breasts and he began to gently help her right herself to sit up.

“I know. I know.” He mumbled. You have to pee.

Agnes couldn’t help the smile that washed over her face. Months ago she’d never dreamt she could be here. She’d have called anyone a liar and laid odds against them if they’d told her so. Shaking her head as she waddled down the hall to the bathroom she called over her shoulder. 

“chris has taken the boys on run through the woods. He says we’re having steak for dinner and you’re to start the grill.

I see y’all getting all flusterghasted hang on to your panty drawers… I go this!

*clears throat*   but before we get to C.A.M  what had happened was…OK FLASH BACK TIME!

Chris pulled the pocket door closed to give Agnes some privacy. And to give himself a chance to get his …manhood to stop putting on its impression of a California redwood.

Stomping into the living room he eyed is best friend with barely controlled irritation.

“you’ve got to hae the worst feckin’ timin’ of any man bairn from a woman”

He couldn’t help it, the thick Irish of his mother tongue gave away his agitation.

Mike turned from placing his medical bag on the coffee table and smiled. His dark hair and green eyes set in a chisled face could have seen him have a long career as a male model. Instead he’d served with chris on the battle fields.

The granite of his muscled body was earned not just in the gym but in war.

They’d been best friends since grade school. When Chris’s Irish American Parents had come home from teaching abroad to give him a chance at having the same sort of childhood they’d had.

Chris let out a frustrated breath. He couldn’t  deny it, Mike actually had impeccable timing. If he hadn’t shown up Chris would be dick deep in Agnes and though it would slake one thirst, he knew it wouldn’t satisfy all his needs.

“You haven’t told her anything have you?” Mike whispered.  “ you’ve been doing that smouldering, squint eyed, “I’ll have you for always, Lass” shit that you do. Promising everything with out promising anything.”

Chris rubbed a hand over his bald head.  Thank god he kept his ginger colored hair shaved off or he’d look like a stalk of rubharb with a rusted metal top. As it was he could feel the steam pouring from his ears.

Mike laughed then. “Where’s our girl? I’ll Check on her noggin then I’ll set it to rights.”

“she’s in the kitchen…getting dressed.” Chris slunk into the room and slouched down on into a plush leather arm chair. “ is it to early for a dram of whiskey?”

“stop pouting, you big goof. Leave it to daddy. I’ll fix it. And then we can all live happily ever afters and stuff” Mike said with exaggerated swagger as he gathered his medical bag and headed off to find Agnes.

Mimi said I had to give her a whole scene… I asked a muse and  technically that right there…that is a whole scene….its not cecil b dmille long  but I mean  it’s a scene right? I mean if I give it all away know….what the heck are you going to come back for later….