4 comments/ 8951 views/ 2 favorites I'll Never Leave Your Side By: Eternal_Midnight Lane was just 29 when he felt like the whole world was against him. It had been six years since he last had a girlfriend. He wanted to be with women before, he just never had the balls to ask them out, and in fact his last girlfriend asked him out. This was beside the point though. Lane was frustrated. His job was becoming hectic and his boss was being a major prick about everything He wanted to be with someone, and he wanted his job to be less frustrating but he wasn't. And his job wasn't either, so finally he decided to take a break from life. Retreating to the only place he knew he would get some peace. He had a cabin secluded in a small town of Kake, Alaska and he was bound to have somewhat of a relaxing time. Ten years since he'd seen the small town of Kake, his grandma lived down there but unfortunately in 2000 she died, from what he didn't know, but he was very close to her so it was sad to visit Kake. Luckily enough, his grandma placed him in her will and he got the cabin. He only visited it once to make sure everything was working and to give it a Lane kind of feel. It didn't need much though because of his and his grandma's similar taste in home living. The door was slowly being opened by a shadowed figure, He had a trucker hat on and his hair was neck length and messy. A goatee was noticeable as well as side burns. This was undoubtedly Lane and Frankie knew it. When the figure came walking in Frankie ran up to Lane and jumped up into his arms, forcing him to the ground. Lane was covered by the drool of Frankie licking at his face and arms. He tried desperately to break away from the dogs overwhelming joy to see her best friend return. Frankie had been with Grandma G for ages and being all alone wasn't an option Lane wanted for the dog. He took Frankie in and when he couldn't keep her in his apartment anymore he put her in the cabin and hired a maid to feed Frankie and also tidy up the house. "Ok Girl, I get the picture, you missed me." Lane said getting off the floor Lane enjoyed the smell of the cabin even though it was faded he could smell cinnamon and orange roaming the entire place. Lane didn't recognize that particular smell before. "Wow, this lady knows her stuff." Lane said walking around to inspect the cabin. He wandered up the stair way to look around at the rooms which were again clean as a whistle. The Cabin it self was a bit rugged from design. It was entirely constructed of wood. In the living room on the first floor there was a stone fireplace with a throw rug in front of it. The Kitchen was vintage, with an old style oven that was heated by wood. Lane always thought it to be dangerous to have an oven like that in a wooden cabin, but that's the way grandma wanted it. The Stove was complemented by at least a 20 year old fridge but that's just guessing, in the middle of the kitchen was a island, Lane suggested that, it was the only modern thing he could see in the kitchen. The whole place ways decorated like that, gas lamps, raggedy rugs and that smell. Plus the -19 degree temperature matched perfectly. Lane took in a deep breath and felt the complete tranquility of it all. Lane went to the door a pulled his bags to the room he dubbed as his, long before his grandma passed. The bed was in the center of the room. A large window was behind it peering out at the path down to the town. There were two bed side tables, one with a lamp and the other a picture of Lane and Grandma G. Straight across from the bed was a dresser with a mirror mounted on top of it. The dresser was varnished and it almost looked too beautiful. Roses were carved on the sides, which added that special touchy feely look to it. To the left of the dresser was a door into the bathroom. The bathroom, like the rest of the cabin was classic. It had a solid porcelain tub with a mettle rod coming straight up for the shower head. The sink was the same solid porcelain with a mettle rod poking out for the water. The toilet wasn't any different. He loved the bathroom for some reason, either way the room was just perfect for him. Lane sat on the bed, took his shoes and hat off, and literally collapsed into the bed. A few hours later Lane was awoken by a mass, covered in fur. Frankie was a Chocolate Labrador who absolutely loved to jump on people, unfortunately for Lane he was the only one around to jump on. Better now then later, for it was way past daylight and Lane hadn't turn on any of the lamps. Fortunately the moon was full and there was a bit of light for him to walk around the house. Lane searched for some matches to light the gas lamps around the house. In all truth the illumination of the lamps made the cabin seem magical, that's most likely the reason Grandma G never bothered to get florescent bulbs. The house was almost completely lit except for one magnificent fireplace. Lane hadn't seen it working in forever and seeing it light up would make this whole experience even better. As Lane grabbed some lighter fluid he heard faint steps outside. It probably was someone who saw the lights on and came wandering up suspiciously. He walked to the door trying to catch a glimpse of the stranger but all he could see was a shadow. "Hello there!" Lane shouted waiting for a response. There was no answer just a wave. "So what brings you up here this lovely night?" Lane continued. "Just wanted to see who was in Georgina's house." The voice called back. "Just her grandson, looking for a get away" "That you lane?" The shadowed figured appeared in the fire light now and he was recognized as Vincent Cornello, Lane's buddy in Kake. "Well, hey Vincent didn't figure you to be hanging around here still." "Yeah I know I just can't bring myself to leave this town, speaking of which, what brings you around here?" Vincent asked "Well, I needed a break..." Vincent looked at him in confusion, "from all the hustle and bustle of life." "Ah yes, the get down with nature thing, eh" Vincent laughed "Well don't freeze yourself man, c'mon in." "I can't, I just wanted to see what's going on up here." "Well it's just me." "How long you in town for?" Vincent asked hoping that Lane might be around for a while to catch up, Vincent and Lane had been such good friends until Lane left for the British life. "To tell you the truth man, I ain't got a clue. I was planning on a month but who knows. I just need to un-wined but I'll definitely be around for a little bit. "That's good to hear; well I'll catch you in town soon all right man." Vincent walked down the path to town waving. "You got it Vince!" Lane spent the remainder of that evening looking through all the old stuff that his grandma had stowed away and reading letters between the two of them. It was really great for Lane. He all ready felt relaxed and less stressed than he had ever felt in a long time. Around 3 am he finally went to sleep in front of the fireplace with Frankie lying on the floor next to him. When the morning came Lane got up and started up the stairs to the shower. As he was stripping he could remember how the cold air would always make him have goose bumps, and sure enough goose bumps came all over his body. He turned the shower knobs on and stepped into the tub. The hot water that spouted out of the shower head was a soothing massage to Lane. The warmth of tiny little hands pouring over his tan skin was amazingly comfortable. In truth the feeling for him was semi-orgasmic, but that's just him. A few minutes after, Lane heard the door open. He turned and saw a women shriek in fear. "Calm down" Lane said reaching for a towel. "Who the hell are you?!" The girl yelled in anger now more than fear. "I'm Georgina's grandson, who are you?" Lane replied tying the towel around his waist. "Lane?" The girl searched Lane's figure "Lane, it is you!" She ran up to Lane and wrapped her arms around his waist, resting her head on his wet chest. "Um...Hi" Lane said questionably "I doubt you'd remember me, I was here when your grandmother died. My name is Kenai." "That's right; you were the one that left her those white roses." Lane stared in memory, then with a puzzled look spoke again "You were also in the will, right? Kenai shook her head in agreement. "She was my best friend when I first came here. I miss her..." Kenai unclenched herself from Lane smiling at him. "I know what you mean, my grandmother meant a lot me." Lane went to the dresser in the bedroom and put a shirt on. He sleekly slipped a pair of boxers underneath the towel and up his legs. Kenai turned her head with embarrassment written all over her cheeks. "She talked about you all the time," She said trying to continue the conversation "how you went off to London with your Uncle, and then had to come back because of what happened to your parents..." she trailed off glancing at the floor. "So where are you at nowadays?" "Florida, I'm a journalist at one of the local times." Lane said pulling his jeans up "Really, I bet that's interesting." "You'd think so right? I don't know maybe I'm just tired of it." "Not fun anymore?" Lane smirked, "It never really was fun for me. I always wanted to write novels, but it doesn't pay bills as quickly as journalism does." Kenai jumped into realization "I have to be getting to work." "Wait!" Lane reached. Kenai turned to look "Where do you work, maybe I could tag along" She smirked at Lane "I work here silly, I'm the house keeper that you pay every month" "You clean the house?" "Yep" Kenai walked down the stairs towards the kitchen. Lane slowly following behind. "I thought Ms. Leigh was the house keeper." "She was, but she said I could have it if I wanted it and I did." "So I've been sending the checks to the wrong person." "No you haven't, see since I live with Ms. Leigh, I get my mail with hers." Kenai walked past Lane and began her routine. "You live with Ms. Leigh." It was a statement not a question. "Well since your work is here I guess I'll head into town for a little bit, maybe get some real food...for me and Frankie" "What, you don't want to 'tag along' anymore" She smiled at him sarcastically "It's not that, I just thought you worked in town" "Ah, so you were going to use me." "No, it's not like that..." Lane paused in defeat, searching for words that could save him from shame "I just thought that perhaps you could take me into town, gives me a better excuse to be in town anyway" "What does?" She paused her routine to look at him straight on "Having to... escort a friend to her job...a lot better reason than food" Kenai crocked a smile to Lane "Well I don't work in town till later but if you want you can head down there with out me." "I think I might just do that." "Okay" Kenai laughed at the end. Lane grabbed his hat and walked out the door, Frankie slowly followed him. "You want to come along Frankie? Let's go then." Frankie jumped into the bed of the Chevy truck and shortly after the truck headed down the hill. Lane hadn't been around the place in a decade but nothing seemed to change. There was still the hardware store that always had everything you needed. There was still the small grocery store that was still run by the Dysons. It was basically a one horse town. Lane pulled the truck into the parking lot next to the Dysons store. "Frankie you gonna stay here?" Lane was responded with an upbeat bark "Good. I'll be right back" As Lane walked into the store he noticed only a few people walking around with shopping karts. At the check out line there were two girls who probably resembled best the Hilton sisters; those were the Dysons' kids, Jessie and Ruth. Lane walked around the store grabbing what he needed whilst looking around the place. After finishing off his tasks he headed to the check out line but was abruptly halted by a slightly overweight woman. "In all my years...Lane come and give me a hug!" Lane was lunged on. "Hi Mrs. Dyson" Lane said gasping for air "How long has it been boy?" "About ten years" "And look how much that has changed you. You've grown at least 3 inches, although you could fix that scruffy brown hair of yours. Where is...Jo! Get your ass out her and see Lane!" She paused for a moment. A man came walking out from the back room, his hair wasn't completely grey but his 50 some years were showing on him. "Hey boy, how you been?" Mr. Dyson asked. "Been well, I got myself working in Florida..." "Why are you so far away?" Mrs. Dyson exclaimed "I don't know, just worked out that way..." There was silence for the next few seconds "Well I don't want to be rude but I need to get going" "Of course, it's nice talking to you son." Mr. Dyson uttered before Mrs. Dyson could object. "You too sir." Putting his bags in the truck he saw Kenai driving past. Her black hair was flinging every which way in the green Jeep. He'd been trying to remember her from before. The only thing he could grasp from the past was that she'd been close to Grandma G, and that she had told him at the cabin. "Hey buddy!" A voice shouted from behind him Lane turned and saw Vince "Dude, you scared me." "Sorry man, what were you looking at?" Vince raised his head and looked at the car Lane had been looking at. "Oh, you can't be going after Kenai, it's a waste of time." "I wasn't even thinking about that" "Oh but you were looking at her, and you jumped higher than the moon when I said hi" "So, that doesn't prove anything." "Whatever, I'm just saying Kenai won't go out with anybody." "Why's that?" "I don't know? She just doesn't date." "Sounds like you know for a fact" "Hey, let's not point fingers here." "Okay. So what are doing here?" "I'm just waiting for Ruth to knock off." "So you and Ruth..." "Not yet, but we're getting there" "I wish you luck man, Ruth seems like a nice girl." "She is!" Frankie barked from the truck signaling her want for attention. Before Lane could say goodbye Vincent had left down the street trying to catch up with Ruth. Lane walked into the cabin greeted with the fragrance that he'd been trying to grow accustomed to. Lane put away the groceries and slumped on the couch. As the hours passed Lane thought of all the things that he was getting away from. His job was becoming less interested in news and more interesting in the modern age. His community became more noisy and violent. His life was swirling the drain. Lane let out a huge sigh and drifted off into sleep. When he came to, outside the cabin was dark. The phone was ringing, the reason he woke up. "Hello." He said in a dull, tired tone. "Lane! Hey man listen, come on down to the bar. I want my buddy to at least have some fun while he's here. "All righty then, I'll be down in a few minutes." Walking into the bar Lane felt a bit tense, he wasn't that big of a drinker but Vince wanted to hang out and Lane needed to get reacquainted with his old friends. The bar didn't really look like a bar at all; it reminded him of an old western saloon. True a saloon was a bar but it didn't really resemble anything he was used to. "Lane!" Vince came running from the far end of the bar "What's up buddy" "Hey Vince." "Happy you made it buddy, listen there are a couple of Ruth's friends hanging out with us, now I know it can get a bit lonely up in that cabin of yours so try and bring one home with you." "Are you serious? Dude, I'm not like that, I'll be friendly but I won't be bringing them home with me." "Whatever. Just letting you know up front, these girls are hot!" At the booth Ruth sat with her sister and two other girls that didn't strike Lane as the small town girls. Their faces were tan, meaning they weren't from around here, their hair was silky smooth, and there cloths were something out of a Victoria's Secret store for sure. "Hey all, this is my buddy Lane. Ruth and Jessie, you all ready know, these two are Shelby and Morgan. They are friends from out of town "Where from?" Lane joined in "Well we're from Texas" The taller redhead, which Vince pointed out as Shelby said. "We went to school up here and left afterwards, it's too cold for us up here." "Really, that's a shame. I think the cold is kind of tranquil if you ask me." "What ever goes for you I guess?" The other girl said "Well if you don't mind I'm going to go get a drink. Can I get ya'll anything?" "No, I think we're good" Lane shook his head and went for the bar. "Can I get a glass of water please" Lane asked looking back at his table of friends. "Weird, I'd figure you a drinking man." The voice behind the bar was familiar. "Now that sounds like Kenai." Lane turned around to the lady. "Here's your water." Kenai handed him the water "Well, well...this is definitely a surprise." Lane took a small sip of his water "Better get back to your friends Lane." "Hold on Kenai." She turned to him with curious eyes. "Let's talk me and you." "About what?" "Well, that sent that was in my house today, it's nice" "Are you hitting on me Lane?" Lane backed up with sarcasm "What, me hit on you, you're so crazy. I'm just making small talk. Besides Vincent said you aren't the dating type." "So you asked Vincent did you?" "No, he was telling stories about the people in this town and your name came up." "Ahah." Kenai went to serve another man at the bar three bodies away from Lane. "So why is that?" "Why is what" Her voice came "You not dating, I'd figure you to be one of those people that have a serious relationship going on." "Lane, I get several men in here every night asking me the same question, what makes you think you are any different." "Kenai, chill. I just was asking a question. If you don't want to answer you don't have to." Lane took another sip of his water and started walking towards Vince and the girls. "Have a good night Kenai." Lane threw a small wave at her. "Yeah, you too." Kenai almost whispered the response "I was getting worried about you Lane" Vince said lightly laughing from the good time he was having with Ruth "Sorry I was gone so long, I was listening to a conversation the guy beside me was having. Did you know that over 10 bears died in the last two weeks?" Lane over heard a small bit of conversation during his time with Kenai. In all truth it did interest him but he was more interested in the conversation he was having, rather than that one. "That's interesting, Lane, Shelby here has informed us that she will be modeling for a magazine shortly." Vincent sent wagering eyes toward Lane, telling him to converse. "Really, that seems fascinating. I never understood how people could model. It's a lost art I suppose." "Not really, it's just expressing yourself through film." Shelby's voice was eminently jumpy. Lane was hardly needed anywhere but..."Well I apologize for my rudeness but I do have to get going." He finished his water and walked off. Outside the bar Lane took in deep breathes of the cold night air. "Lane!" Vince's voice came rushing behind him "Lane, what the hell was that?" "What do you mean?" "What do I mea-Lane! You just blew of two really hot girls, not to mention Ruth and Jessie. I mean I'm trying to get you a decent nail whilst you're here." "A decent nail? Vince I am not interested in a decent nail. I appreciate the effort but I am not going for the next playboy model, I'm not that kind of person...besides I don't really want to get involved at the moment." Vince sighed and lent against the wall behind him. "Lane I hear what you're saying but I can't understand you. I mean I know you like steady relationships but Ruth isn't prone to guys and Kenai isn't-" Lane cut him off "Kenai? When did she come into the conversation?" "C'mon man, I saw you flirting with her up at the bar. I may not be an Einstein but I could see you two." I'll Never Leave Your Side "I was not flirting with her." He paused for a brief moment "I was merely interested in her being the bar tender." "Yeah, sure you were, c'mon man. I know you have something for her." "I don't know what to say Vince, see I thought if I came up here I might be able to not focus on these things...Then I see Kenai again and I was blown away. Did you know she hugged me when I came out of the shower, I mean first she wanted to take a hatchet to me, but then she ran up to me and hugged me, I was in my towel no less." "Wow" "And her smell, gah! I smell it all around her and my house. It's the most brilliant. Here's the thing, when I saw her I swear I nearly fell apart." "Ah, the heart stopper." "Does she do that to everyone?" "Yeah...listen Lane; Kenai isn't much of a dater. Most likely because there isn't much selection in this town but if you want to try your luck, be my guest." "Nah, I couldn't...I mean I haven't dated...she'd probably never..." "You're probably right, but till you try you never really know." The drive back was incredulous for Lane. His thoughts were on Kenai. How she looked around the bar. Her silky black hair dangly around her face, her soft, russet, skin glowing in the florescent light. How she seemed to be more independent than earlier that day. Bipolar crossed Lane's mind but then he discarded the idea. She'd blown him away that was for certain. Lane settled on the couch hopelessly star struck by the sereneness of Kenai. The simple gaze he had given her made him feel breath less, talking to her without stuttering was an effort. He'd only re-known her for a day but he was under her serene spell. A knock at the door sent Lane jumping. Frankie had started her endless barking after that. "Lane, I just wanted to apologize for earlier tonight." Kenai said from behind the screen door. "I assumed you were hitting on me and I-" "Kenai, you don't need to apologize." Lane opened the door and signaled her to come in. "I don't think you were even rude about it." The effort not to stutter reemerged. Kenai sat on the couch petting Frankie calming her down from the intruder. "Can I get you some water, I think I have a soda..." his voice faded whilst he walked into the kitchen for a drink. "No, no. I'm fine. I just wanted to talk." She smiled at Lane coming back in with a Dr. Pepper in his hand. "I hope it's nothing to serious. I absolutely dread serious talk" He said sarcastically. "No, I just wanted to ask why you left the bar, your friends are still there I think." "Yeah...I had a good book to get back to." He grabbed the first book off the coffee table. "Wow, 'Everything You Need to Know about astrology' interesting." "Mmhm. See my other friend owns a really big star scope..." Lane took a long drink of his soda "...in Newfoundland" "Fascinating, you know, I almost bought that, until Newfoundland. Lane why did you really leave." "I don't know... I guess it's because I don't like bars." "Liar!" She smirked "Seriously, I never can manage them" "I guess you can't come to work with me then." Her smirk turned into a small devious grin. For a while there was silence. Lane had his eyes on the floor just waiting for her to talk about something. Kenai stared at Lane. Their eyes never met, Lane was always looking at the floor and she just gazed at him. Lane finally got agitated about the silence. "Do you know that you glow? In the bar I mean." "That's kind of weird topic, but ok." "I realize that, but the silence bothers me." "Well I guess I'll go then." Kenai started to walk toward the door. "Wait!" Lane said standing from the couch. Kenai stopped in her tracks, biting her lower lip, wanting to turn around to him but couldn't "Do you want to stay a little bit longer? I won't be much company but at least we could talk about stuff." "Like what?" Kenai was still facing the door. Her voice was a curious and small, almost a whisper. "I don't know, random stuff, like...pencil sharpeners or what you like to do or how much I don't miss Florida, or anything." Lane was shyly laughing now "Ok" Kenai turned around a sat back down on the couch. The two talked for hours about how they used to live before Kake, before Grandma G died. They talked about pencil sharpeners, astrology, and anything else that came up. As the hours passed so did they. They drifted off into sleep on the couch, Lane's feet stretched across the coffee table, and Kenai curled up next to him. You would think they were friends for years by the way their bodies were next to each other. Frankie laid down next to Kenai on what was left of the brown, silky, cloth-like couch, and after awhile the fire in the fireplace calmed down into a slow burning ember. The sun was filling the house. A window let the light shin down onto Kenai's face. She stirred for a moment then opened her eyes ever so gently. Lane wasn't by her side neither was Frankie. She sat up slowly looking around the vacant place trying to find any signs of life. A sound of a fork hitting a plate startled her. Kenai stood and walked toward the kitchen every so silently. Her head turned the corner and there Lane was putting down another plate setting, presumably for her, Lane scooped out some eggs from a skillet and placed some juice in front of the plate. He hadn't noticed her entry until she sat down at the small little island in the center of the sun lit kitchen. "Well good morning sleepy head." Lane grinned with a dimple slightly appearing on his left cheek. "Good morning" Kenai replied back She sat there for a moment looking over the food with curious eyes "It's not poison" Lane exclaimed "I know, it just is so uncommon to have a man make me breakfast" "Well it's uncommon for a girl to be around my house for breakfast" Lane said smoothly back. Kenai took a bight of the eggs, chewing it slowly then took a sip of the juice. Lane watched her intently as if he were trying to understand something "What?" "Nothing, I just can't understand you." "What do you mean?" "Well when we first met, again, you were like you are now, timid and calm. At the bar however you were sort of agitating and rough. Why is that?" "Well..." Kenai put the fork down on the plate. "I have had the displeasure of men flirting with me over the time of worked at the bar-" "You?! That can't be!" Lane sarcastically declared "I know, I know. Anyway I try to be polite but it doesn't work so I act mean and it works. So my attitude changes when I'm at the bar." "Fascinating, I guess I won't come to see you at work again then." "Aw, c'mon. I promise I'll be nicer." "We'll see." The rest of the breakfast went by in silence. Lane just stared at Kenai eating. She didn't mind because if Lane was eating she might have done the same. After awhile Lane got up and headed upstairs to take a shower leaving Kenai to finish her breakfast in peace, not even knowing that she felt more at peace with him around. Lane was sitting in the tub while the Shower poured across his thinking figure. He was in pure bliss and pure anguish. With all his heart he wanted her, with all his soul he wanted her, his mind was the problem though. He dwelled on the idea that she might not want him. He'd had that happen to him many times before. He didn't want his heart to hurt again. He didn't want to be forced away from this place in embarrassment. What were to happen if he asked her and she said no? She would probably say 'I just want to be friends' that's what all the women he admired said. Could he take that again? Could he bare the final piece of his heart to be broken? Could he? The curtain slowly pulled away from the railing. Lane looked up and saw Kenai looking at him, nervous and sensual. She climbed into the tub across from Lane, still in her cloths. For a moment she stared at him examining him, musing at him. Kenai, what's-" "Lane, be quiet" "But this is-" "I said be quiet." She moved closer to him, slow and unsure but certain what she was doing. "Don't be confused. I thought this is what you wanted" She kissed him movie her hand slowly down his wet chest, taking hold of his now prostrate penis. Lane pushed her back in an instant "What I want? I want you but I don't want you to do this for me." Lane sat up a little more, still holding her away from him "Kenai if we are going to do this, it's going to be all about you. The question isn't what I want, but what you want...What do you want?" "I want you...I want this." She grabbed her shirt and slid of the soaked black tank. She moved her hands behind her back and unfastened her bra. Her small mounds laid there for Lane to gaze on. "How you doing there Venus de Milo?" "What? Oh, sorry I didn't mean to stare." "Don't apologize..."She moved in and kissed him ever so softly. " I enjoy you staring at me, makes me feel...desired." She kissed him again in the same soft manner but stayed there, waiting for Lane to make his move. And without any delay she felt his hand on her back, pulling her closer him, grazing her entire backside. "It's more than a want, it's a yearning desire." "Tell me more" "I thought you wanted me to be quiet." "Please Lane" She nuzzled her head into his chest now, nibbling at his slippery skin. "Well, I can't really describe it better than that." "Try" Her hands moved up towards his neck, pulling his face down towards hers. "Try" She said again softly. "I once read a book about this vampire who fell in love with a mortal..." He paused to look down at her curious face "When he gazed upon her his heart started to move, and his soul was trying to come back into his body. It caused him immense pain but he dealt with it, he dealt with the pain because he wanted to feel something. From then on he didn't want to feel anything unless she made him feel it. Love, passion, lust, depression, desire, hunger, and an incredible thirst. That is the same when I look at you. I feel love, passion, lust, desire, hunger and thirst for you. "What about depression? The vampire felt depression as well as the rest, do you feel depression too?" "Not right now." Lane's hands slid down to her pants. He unfastened her button and zipper, pulling them down as far as he could before she took over. She threw the paints with the rest of the damp cloths and shortly after she threw her panties there too. She leveled herself on him, letting herself down slow, gasping as he penetrated her for the first time. She soothed herself as his member disappeared into her sex. She smiled at him knowing that she would enjoy being with this wonder piece off man. Surprising her Lane began to thrust himself signaling that she had to continue. As she moved Lane followed her pattern. It started off slowly but before long they were thrust at each other harder and harder. They kissed all through the experience; she was making her mark on his neck ever single time they gasped for air. His hands traced her breasts ever so softly stroking and pinching her nipples eagerly waiting her to gasp ever time he made contact to her beloved pleasure points. He lifted her up and down as he pushed himself into her. Her moans became noticeable as the moved at a faster speed; Lane gave the groan once or twice as he tried his best to keep his composure but breaking it ever time she belted out a musical moan. For a period of time you heard nothing but wet skin slapping against each other, moaning coming from both parties when then the moment of eruption came. Kenai started to breath heavier with each thrust and her voice cracked. She grabbed Lane tighter a tighter until she felt like she wasn't going to fall from the complete orgasmic pleasure that was stirring inside her. Lane was also on the brink and was so strongly holding himself in, as best he could, for her to be able to cum first. When she uttered out loudly "I'm almost there!" Lane felt relief and he held her tightly too. And after a few seconds an ocean of orgasmic pleasure flowed over Kenai. Lane let out too and gasped loudly. Felling his warm jizz enter her she fell to pieces, letting out another wave of pleasure and fell into his arms. Lane lent back and let her nuzzle herself into his chest. He folded his arms around her, cradling her in his arms. She smiled up at him. "Did you enjoy it?" He asked in the most soothing tone. She nodded twice and laid her head against his chest. "I hope I wasn't too bland. It's been a while since I-" "Stop apologizing to me for stuff that you didn't do wrong." She said so sweetly, Lane's heart broke within that instant. "That was wonderful, you are wonderful." Lane reached his foot over to the faucet and turned the water off, knowing his bill would probably go up because of their little excursion. "Sorry, it's just my nature to be apologetic." "No need for it here though." Kenai bit her lip and rested her head back on his chest, a place she could see herself enjoying. "All right, let's get out off the tub." "NO!!! Why can't we just stay here? "Because it's not as soft as the bed, and I want you to be comfortable before you drift off into comatose." "But I am comfortable, her in your arms." She snuggled herself deeper into Lane's body, trying to mold herself there. "Just think of how wonderful it'll feel dry, in a soft cozy bed, where you can be in my arms for as long as you want." "Ugh! You can't let me win can you?" "Not this time." Lane kissed her hair and lifted her up. He stood in the tub grabbing a towel, drying her off then stepping out onto the cold wooden floor. He grabbed her petite figure and carried her into the bedroom. He laid her as softly as he could on his bed and rejoined her. She immediately formed into him and presumed her position she had before a closed her eyes. "See that wasn't that bad was it?" "I guess not." She crocked a smile at him then drifted off into sleep. Lane watched her sleep in his arms, caressing her russet skin, re-imagining their last actions. How he gotten so lucky was beyond him but he enjoyed it immensely. Before long Lane fell asleep too and they lay there, together with nothing but blankets covering their bare bodies. When Lane came to he saw a seraphic set of eyes watching him, the eyes were followed by a small, smirk of a smile. That, Lane imagined, he could get used to, waking up to that every morning. How ever this was late afternoon, and the sun was giving off a different kind of glow, but that was all right, he was with a russet goddess and for some unapparent reason he won her over. "Good evening!" Kenai said in an upbeat tone. "Hey, you" Lane said waking up some more. "You been watching me long?" "Just a little...you're funny when you sleep." "How so?" "You smile a whisper my name a lot" "Really?" "Yep" "Well, at least it makes you smile" Lane sat up and smiled at Kenai coming up to join him. "That's my favorite part about you. You love to cuddle" "Only with you" "I would hope so." They laid there underneath the red sheets just wondering what each other was thinking, wonder what the other was going to say. There was nothing but sound of their breath. Slowly Kenai drifted off into sleep again smiling as her mind took hold of her. Lane, on the other hand, was wide awake. He just stared at her, enjoying the warmth that her body radiated against his. He traced her face gently, caressing the outline of her lips, the smoothness of her cheeks. He followed down the nap of her neck, her shoulders, rubbing them down as he followed them down her arms. Kenai fluttered her eyes open smiling ever so pleasantly. "Lane, tell me something." "Anything" "Will you be here tomorrow?" "Of course I will be, I'll never leave you side." "Good" Kenai fell back to sleep as Lane continued to trace her body.