say
Shibari tied, she found herself sitting next to Nic on her old Victorian sofa,
looking out into the well-tended garden, across the rose bed toward the
greenhouse.
"Neat,"
Nic said. "Your doing?"
"Yeah,
I love gardening. It's a relief after a day of teaching kids who really don't
care about John Knox or the Highland Clearances, to get out there and do
something earthy. Something that could be mindless if you
wanted it to be, but to me it isn't." She shrugged, embarrassed at how easy it was to open up to him once they were away from Dommissimma.
"Anyway, yes it's all my work. Veggies and roses. The roses were my grandma's favorites. The lawn's only there because I love the
smell of newly mown grass, not to sit on. Too many
creepy-crawlies. I put the sun-bed on the patio."
"Naked sunbathing?"
Nina
laughed. "In your dreams. Nothing
doing. Apart from the fact I've a redhead’s propensity to burn, the old man next door would have a heart attack. Very
decorous I am. A vest top and shorts is about my limit."
"Pity. Mind you any redness on your
skin will be down to me, not the sun." He put his finger over her lips.
"No cussing, and believe me when I say you cuss and you'll get the reddest
ass outside of sunburn you've ever seen."
Nina was speechless. What she wanted to say
would probably start World War Three.
"However, back to the
subject of your garden. It's lovely, and it's secluded. Are you sure he'd actually see in? Without standing on a step ladder."
"Who
knows, but I'm not taking the chance. I like living here as Miss Mack the
schoolteacher, not Miss Mack the hussy."
"Point taken. So what are we going to do about
us?" Nic stretched his legs out and crossed them at the ankles.
Nina
sighed. He would have to harp back to that. "I don't know. Say hi and
bye?"
"Say
hey and play?"
Why
was he so damned calm about it all? There she was, spiders in her stomach, goosebumps on her arms, and a scalp that itched, and he
looked cool, calm, and collected.
"Stop
messing." Nina used her best teacher to recalcitrant pupil voice. "Be
serious."
"Pet,
I am being serious." Nic took hold of her hand and started to play with
her fingers. The roughened skin of his hands stroked the softer flesh of her
fingers. Such a little touch , but it sent messages to
her clit. The sort of messages that had her blocking out the pictures they
created. The sit on the floor, bow your head, and submit sort of pictures.
"Baa, baa, cluck, cluck. Dominic, I'm not sure."
"Of?"
"Lots of things. Mind you there is one thing I'm
damned sure of." She paused and twisted on the chair to stare at him.
Her
action stretched her arm, but Nic didn't lose his grip on her hand. His fingers
tightened a little, and he paused his gentle strokes for
a second or two, before he resumed them. The perfumes of the vase of mixed
flowers on a table nearby wafted around and mixed with Nic's cologne to tease
Nina. Her body was taut, and his scent of all male, be it alone or diluted by a
bouquet of blooms, did nothing to help her relax.
"Do.
Not. Call. Me. Pet. Ever. I hate it. I know it's supposed to be an endearment, but I bloody hate
it. Please, if we do see if we can have a … a whatever, don't call me pet. Or chick, kitten, babe, lamb, or whatever. Wherever I lived
as a child someone would call you one of those silly names, almost as if they
didn't know your real name, and it would do instead. I felt it made me lose my
identity. My name is Dineen, or Nina. No more, no less." Would he accept
that? Nina hadn't realized just how much she resented the silly pet names.
"Please?"
"Okay,
I can go with that. But when we play—"
"If we play." Nina jumped in to correct him.
" Which is doubtful. "
"Oh,
love, believe me if we go any further we will play. I don't care how often you
shout not interested, your body language begs to
differ. Be it here, at my house or the club. That's a given. I'm not saying
when, or how, but it's something to think about. We will play. Because how
Shibari tied, she found herself sitting next to Nic on her old Victorian sofa,
looking out into the well-tended garden, across the rose bed toward the
greenhouse.
"Neat,"
Nic said. "Your doing?"
"Yeah,
I love gardening. It's a relief after a day of teaching kids who really don't
care about John Knox or the Highland Clearances, to get out there and do
something earthy. Something that could be mindless if you
wanted it to be, but to me it isn't." She shrugged, embarrassed at how easy it was to open up to him once they were away from Dommissimma.
"Anyway, yes it's all my work. Veggies and roses. The roses were my grandma's favorites. The lawn's only there because I love the
smell of newly mown grass, not to sit on. Too many
creepy-crawlies. I put the sun-bed on the patio."
"Naked sunbathing?"
Nina
laughed. "In your dreams. Nothing
doing. Apart from the fact I've a redhead’s propensity to burn, the old man next door would have a heart attack. Very
decorous I am. A vest top and shorts is about my limit."
"Pity. Mind you any redness on your
skin will be down to me, not the sun." He put his finger over her lips.
"No cussing, and believe me when I say you cuss and you'll get the reddest
ass outside of sunburn you've ever seen."
Nina was speechless. What she wanted to say
would probably start World War Three.
"However, back to the
subject of your garden. It's lovely, and it's secluded. Are you sure he'd actually see in? Without standing on a step ladder."
"Who
knows, but I'm not taking the chance. I like living here as Miss Mack the
schoolteacher, not Miss Mack the hussy."
"Point taken. So what are we going to do about
us?" Nic stretched his legs out and crossed them at the ankles.
Nina
sighed. He would have to harp back to that. "I don't know. Say hi and
bye?"
"Say
hey and play?"
Why
was he so damned calm about it all? There she was, spiders in her stomach, goosebumps on her arms, and a scalp that itched, and he
looked cool, calm, and collected.
"Stop
messing." Nina used her best teacher to recalcitrant pupil voice. "Be
serious."
"Pet,
I am being serious." Nic took hold of her hand and started to play with
her fingers. The roughened skin of his hands stroked the softer flesh of her
fingers. Such a little touch , but it sent messages to
her clit. The sort of messages that had her blocking out the pictures they
created. The sit on the floor, bow your head, and submit sort of pictures.
"Baa, baa, cluck, cluck. Dominic, I'm not sure."
"Of?"
"Lots of things. Mind you there is one thing I'm
damned sure of." She paused and twisted on the chair to stare at him.
Her
action stretched her arm, but Nic didn't lose his grip on her hand. His fingers
tightened a little, and he paused his gentle strokes for
a second or two, before he resumed them. The perfumes of the vase of mixed
flowers on a table nearby wafted around and mixed with Nic's cologne to tease
Nina. Her body was taut, and his scent of all male, be it alone or diluted by a
bouquet of blooms, did nothing to help her relax.
"Do.
Not. Call. Me. Pet. Ever. I hate it. I know it's supposed to be an endearment, but I bloody hate
it. Please, if we do see if we can have a … a whatever, don't call me pet. Or chick, kitten, babe, lamb, or whatever. Wherever I lived
as a child someone would call you one of those silly names, almost as if they
didn't know your real name, and it would do instead. I felt it made me lose my
identity. My name is Dineen, or Nina. No more, no less." Would he accept
that? Nina hadn't realized just how much she resented the silly pet names.
"Please?"
"Okay,
I can go with that. But when we play—"
"If we play." Nina jumped in to correct him.
" Which is doubtful. "
"Oh,
love, believe me if we go any further we will play. I don't care how often you
shout not interested, your body language begs to
differ. Be it here, at my house or the club. That's a given. I'm not saying
when, or how, but it's something to think about. We will play. Because how
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