2 comments/ 18667 views/ 0 favorites You See... By: fifty5 I wrote this a while ago. It doesn't include any explicit sex at all, but I hope it is erotic - and romantic. ----------------------------------------------- "You see..." "You see," he said, "or at least, I expect you do. Most women seem to know what I am thinking better than I do. So I expect it's no surprise that, that is, or ... er ... well," He paused, looking at her face. The expression there seemed to say quite plainly, "What the hell are you on about?" "You see, I want to seduce you." She was going to speak, but he hurried on. He didn't want an answer yet. "You see, well, after what you said the other night, I didn't think that I stood much chance. Once bitten, twice shy they say and although you didn't say much, well very little at all really, but I rather thought that it sounded as if you hadn't just been bitten, more like chewed up. So. Er." Once again he came to a halt. Her expression had changed. Not a lot, but maybe, "What the hell?" had softened very slightly. Maybe now it only said, "What on earth?" It still didn't look too encouraging! "You see," he said. Though it was fairly obvious that she didn't. "You see, it rather sounded as though that affair... "Well, you didn't actually say it was an affair, but you did say... "Actually, I can't remember just what you did say, really. But it was definitely something about sex. Er, that you hadn't enjoyed it. Or something like that. I do remember thinking it seemed a waste, not fair. I mean ..." Her expression had definitely gone back to, "What the hell?" and might easily be adding, "And what business is it of yours anyway?" "Well, anyhow, I mean, it all sounds like a perfect set up doesn't it? You staying here just now. Both of us living in the same flat. Nothing to get in the way. Not even locks on the doors! But I mean, it just doesn't seem to work that way when you come down to it. Instead of making it easier, it all just seems to be more awkward. And so you see, I thought. Er. Well..." Her expression had changed again. Now it seemed to say, "I still don't know what you're on about, but whatever it is I wish you'd get on with it!" "Look, just listen for a moment please? I mean if I had just asked you for a date, well maybe you'd have said yes, but then, I mean it sounds a bit odd, doesn't it? Here we are. Living in the same house. We eat our meals together anyway, most nights. How do I ask you for a date for just another meal? Not even going out? But that's how it would work - and it really could work you know!" She was still looking sceptical, but perhaps, "What the hell?" had gone back to, "What on earth?" "I mean, maybe you'd have said yes, but it would all have been fairly obvious, wouldn't it? And after one bad experience already. And there's been all this stuff about date rape in the papers and on the radio. And if it was rough for you last time. I mean, being frightened isn't the ideal start and it isn't as if you could walk out and go home. This is your home just now, so you couldn't do that and so. Er." He looked at her again. Even the "What?" seemed to have disappeared now. He knew that if that expression got into words, he really had blown it! "No, wait. Just a moment. It needn't be like that! "Just say that you did say yes," though that looked unlikely. "If you did, well, we'd make it a Saturday so I wasn't at work. During the afternoon, I could cut some wood for a fire. We've got plenty, but it needs cutting up. You know, small enough to fit the grate. "Then I could have a bath first - you'd be surprised how much of a sweat you work up sawing wood. Then after I'd done, you could have your turn while I got the food ready. "I thought we could start with a glass of sherry. Yes, I know that's not food, but it still seems part of the meal. In a way, that is. "Then I thought we'd have melon for starters. It's not very exciting, but I could get it all ready in the fridge - and it is nice and refreshing. "After that, there's this thing I learnt to do in France. It's very simple, but ever so good. Just fried goose liver, but with a lettuce salad done with mustard and wine vinegar dressing, with some white wine. Oh, and just bread. They do some good bread at the supermarket now. They have a bakery in the store. The bread's really fresh. You know, nice and crusty, but lovely and soft inside. Sometimes it's still warm when you get it off the shelf. And there's some really nice stuff with seeds on top. Not the light coloured ones, dark ones. I don't know what sort of seeds they are, but..." This time her expression clearly said that while bread could be an interesting subject for conversation under some circumstances, just now really was not the time! "For pudding," he hurried on, "there's something I came across ages ago. I was staying overnight with my flat-mate's family and there was an old family friend of theirs staying too. He was a bachelor apparently and they were telling him how easy it was to make: 'Even you could make this,' they said. 'You just take equal amounts of whipped cream and advocaat and mix it together.' But it tastes wonderful, real ambrosia. "Then coffee and brandy to finish with. "No," he said, anticipating what her face was saying now. "No, not to get you drunk. If you're drunk it isn't much good anyway, but a drop or two helps you relax. Well, it helps me anyway." And he wished he'd had a drop or two right then. Or even three. "We'd take that through to the sitting room. "You see, I thought we could have the meal in the kitchen. There's room enough for the little table. And we could have a candle. In that candle stick, you know. And then while I was cooking the liver - it only takes a couple of minutes - then I wouldn't have to go away and leave you. I could put another couple of candles by the cooker. So I could see what I was doing. "Oh, and I'd've lit the fire before we ate. In the sitting room. So it would have burned up well. And I'd nip through to put some more wood on while the kettle boiled for the coffee. "And then, like I said, we'd take the coffee through and sit in front of the fire and drink it. And talk. And I'd put my arm round you and we could just cuddle for a bit. And, er, kiss. And, er... " He couldn't see her expression at all now. His eyes were fixed somewhere about three weeks the other side of the wall. "You see," he burst out, "it isn't fair! It can be good! So good! If. If you're not in a rush. And there isn't anything to interrupt. And, if you trust each other so you don't have to be frightened. You know, frightened of what's happening. Or frightened to say no. Or frightened of not saying no. "It can be so good to stroke and be stroked. To hold. The feeling of skin on skin." He laughed quietly. "It's funny. 'Skin!' It's such an unromantic word, so not sexy! It sounds almost ridiculous, 'Skin!' But the feeling. The sound. You know, the touch of skin on skin. Soft and smooth. Sometimes warm and wonderful, sometimes cool and... And. And, well. It can be really something! "And then, after a while, we could, well we could... "But don't think you'd have to. I mean I know that 'No' means no, so "So... "So you mustn't say no if you don't mean it. "I'm not playing games, but, "But, "But I hope you don't. "That you don't say, 'No.' "I mean, "I mean I'd, "Well, "You see?" And there he stopped. He stopped because he couldn't speak with her lips against his. So it seemed that she did see... You See Right Through Me Meet Brianna and Xavier... Her neck snapped up from the head of couch as the sound of the door unlocking resounded through her sleepiness. A tall, dark silhouette filled the doorway. Brianna flicked on the lamp next to her on the small mahogany table and a pair of tired grey eyes met hers. "It's after midnight." She said, trying to keep her voice calm and cool, masking the storm raging inside her. "It's late," The reply came, indicating she should be in bed. "Exactly!" Her voice was laced with sarcasm. Brianna was pissed... it was the third night in a row Xavier had come home this late. As with the first night, he didn't offer any explanation and this morning, when she had woken up, insecurity settled like a dark cloud over her. Brianna had casually asked him why he had come home so late. Xavier had shrugged and given her a nonchalant response, "I got tied up at the office." As much as his response didn't mesh well with her, she let it slide under the mat. Tonight, Brianna couldn't sleep... she wanted an explanation, needed one. Xavier sighed and closed the door behind him, turning to her, his face impassive. "You need to quell whatever crazy thoughts you have going through that pretty little head of yours and go to bed." She got up quickly from the couch and blocked his path, as he started towards the bedroom. "Z, I'm your girlfriend, don't you think it would have been okay for you to call and tell me you would be home late? This is the third night... do you know what time it is?" Xavier lifted his hand and bared the platinum Rolex on his wrist. "Its 12:15 and what? I'm a grown man, not a child. You need to understand that." His voice sounded tired and irritated. Brianna felt offended and only wanted him to understand and give her that reassurance. "Okay, so what if one night I came home around this same time and never called to say I was going to be late... how would you feel about that?" Xavier's face instantly darkened and he stepped to her, crowding her space. He dipped his face into hers. "Try it," he growled and excitement shot through her, knowing those two words were more of a threat than an invitation. Brianna knew she skated on thin ice by saying something like that to him but she wanted him to be reasonable. He wasn't an overly possessive man but he did get jealous and he made no bones about what he tolerated and her being in that situation wasn't one of them. Though she thought he was being bias, it still gave her some satisfaction that he loved her that much. They had been together for three years, two of which would be considered a common law marriage since he had asked her to move in with him two years ago. They had met through Xavier's sister Xania, who was assigned as Brianna's mentor the day she started college. Xania was finishing her last year and they just clicked and became best friends. Brianna, growing up an only child, favoured Xania's friendship because she was the closest being she ever had to a sister. When Xania had told Brianna she had a twin brother, Brianna was very surprised but when she finally met Xavier she fell for him hard... hook, line, and sinker. Every woman wanted Xavier Zane; he was an insanely gorgeous man, six feet, four inches, light caramel complexion and piercing grey eyes. His facial features were too pretty for a man, his body was all muscles and sinews from the days he used to play college football and his frequent visits to the gym, but he was also every woman's wet dream. He'd gotten so many offers to be a male model, a career he would have definitely excelled in but opted to follow his dream and become one of the most powerful and respected lawyers in the country. He was the youngest partner in his firm, and he was hers. Brianna swallowed the taunting question that plagued her mind these past three nights. She could see that he was tired, deciding it was useless arguing over something she was unsure about, her woman's intuition was only giving her gut feelings. She forced aside her angst and went up on the balls of her feet, putting her arms around his neck, drawing him down to her. Xavier bent, wrapping his strong arms around her waist, and picking her up. Her legs automatically went around his waist. Xavier closed his eyes as her sweet smell surrounded him. Having her warm, soft body wrapped around his caused the tension to seep away. "Brianna?" "Hhhmmm?" Her face was turned into his neck. Brianna inhaled his cologne, the one she was addicted to. She knew it was paranoia but she only relaxed when she didn't smell another woman's perfume on him. "You need to stop. You're my girl. I love you. I told you I won't ever cheat on you. I know that's what you're afraid of but I promised you, I won't make you a laughing stalk. You need to believe that. You have to trust me girl." Xavier took her into the bedroom and deposited her gently on the bed. She hung on to his neck and protested. He chuckled at her antics. "Come on baby, I've been in the office all day. I need to take a shower." She reluctantly let go and then pouted, "Hurry up." Xavier emptied his pockets of its contents, car keys and IPhone. He placed them on the dresser and walked into the bathroom. Brianna eyed the IPhone and felt the sudden urge to go through it. She warred between her woman's intuition and the trust he asked her to give him but by the time she made up her mind Xavier was already coming back into the bedroom wet and naked. Every bothersome thought instantly disappeared. Brianna's mouth watered at the gorgeous sight of all that male muscles and sexy nakedness. She licked her lips and lifted up her night shirt, exposing her lower half to him, her legs opened in anxious invitation, baring shaved pink lips. Xavier's impressive long, thick cock responded to her invitation as if it had a mind of its own as it jutted out instantly. He climbed down between her legs and settled himself at the very centre of her inviting softness that was already wet and waiting, just by the mere sight of him. Without hesitation he gripped the length of his shaft and slowly push himself into her, squeezing his eyes shot at the sudden burst of sensation that engulfed the base of his spine. Xavier fought to hold on to the very little control he was left with every time he made love to this beautiful woman. A long satisfied moan left Brianna as his thickness filled her, nudging the entrance of her uterus. Xavier gently set his weight on her, gathering her into his arms. Brianna lifted her legs and wrap them around his waist. They started to rock against each other to a rhythm only they could feel. Xavier bent his face to hers and sucked the cherry softness of her bottom lip into his mouth. Brianna moaned, succumbing to the hypnotic motion of his tongue. How can she get enough of this man? He satisfied her in more ways than one. Brianna was obsessed with him. The very thought of him doing what he did to her to another woman caused her to think murderous thoughts. She couldn't and wouldn't let another woman take what was hers. She would trample them. Xavier lifted to his hands and placed both her legs on his shoulders, working her at an angle that caressed the sweet spot inside her pussy. Sweat dripped down from his forehead on to her stomach. Brianna gripped his arms tightly as glorious sensations spread threw her body causing her back to arch and her eyes to roll to the back of her head. "Uhh - Uhh," She cried as he began delving into sweetness her mercilessly. His hands moved to her head and gripped it, holding it in place so their eyes locked as he moved faster and harder. "Fuck!" Xavier cursed as he felt the walls of her pussy squeeze around him, sucking him in. This was one of the reasons he was so whipped. No other woman could grip him and feel as warm and wet as Brianna did. Their breathing became erratic as they teetered on the edge of ecstasy. Brianna could no longer contain her moaning; she screamed. One last hard thrust and they both exploded together. His groans and her high pitched screaming filled the room.