She looked at him and laughed a little. "Do you think every day in this city's gonna be like this? she asked. "From now on?"
She didn't look like she minded, the way she asked.
Mike thought about that. Yeah, everyday may just be like this one in Elysium. "I believe every day in Elysium, even the more mundane, or boring ones, are going to have more going on then any place else we've ever been."
"A great place to be a superhero, then," she nodded. Then, evidently, having had enough of the website, standing up.
She gently grasped Mike's hand once again as she did it. "Coming with?" she asked.
An invitation like that, he thought, was hard to turn down.
Mike tried not to jump off his seat. He stood, quickly told both machines to shut down. "You know I am."
The screens weren't even dark before he was up off of his seat, heading out of the room with her. He even left the delicious plate of cookies, the half-drunk glasses of milk behind in his flight to be with her.
They walked hand in hand out of the lab and started back upstairs. The imagination started working on if there would be any activity before going to sleep. Mike thought of ravaging Beth right there in the lab. That would happen at some point he was sure.
She led up upstairs to their room. Tonight, he saw, the bed was already made, the comforter looking smooth and appealing. Beth had plugged in their electric blanket, he noticed, and though the setting was relatively low, he was sure the bed was already warm and soothing.
Mike really looked forward to being back in their bed with Beth. Not just for all the obvious reasons. Everything was feeling more like home with their belongings now all in place, including the bed.
He turned around, just in time to watch her take her black t-shirt by the bottom, cross-armed, lift it over her head. And something in the pit of his stomach went tight as her large, bare breasts, pale and heavy, gently bounced as she pulled it over her head. It was as if he were hypnotized, watching her take her sweatpants off, one leg at a time, leaving. In an instant, she was naked, crossed the room to put the discarded ensemble in the hamper near the foot of the bed.
Mike had to remind himself to breath as she returned to him.
A long, gentle smile, all that she wore.
How was it that after all these years, he still felt like a horny teenager everytime he saw Beth in the nude? Because he was so in love with her. He stared, maybe a bit too long, but it was alright.
Mike gathered himself, and returned the smile to Beth. "You are so amazing." What else was there to say? What else could he say?
"Thanks," she said simply, drawing nearer. A little bit of flush, gained on the top of her chest, her breasts, he noticed, as she approached. In the pale light of their room, she was Aphrodite and Athena in one, beauty and wisdom, encompassing the entire spectrum of his thought and feeling. His pulse was an audible thing in his ears.
Mike always felt more alive when he was around Beth. Her entire being emanated life and energy. She infused him with vitality every day. When she stood before him in all her glory, his energy level was at its peak.
He moved toward her, "This won't be anywhere near as good as you did it, but, I'll try," and then Mike mimicked Beth in pulling his t-shirt off, revealing a strong chest that she loved to caress. He deposited the shirt in the hamper, gently kissed her on the lips. He pulled his own sweatpants down, displaying a partial level of arousal, that could quickly become full. He dropped the sweats in with the other clothes.
"You must be kidding," she said, stopping him before he could turn around. He felt the softness of her breasts on his back, flattening pleasurably as she held herself to him. Felt the heat of her nipples, stiff against his flesh as her arms encircled his waist. "You're beautiful," she said, her voice quiet as she spoke.
Her touch was like electricity. His body felt like it was fueled by her touch. Needed it to keep running.
Now, both completely naked, they faced each other. "You know, you still turn me on like you did when we were kids. I love you so much. You make everything about my life such a joy." She could tell there was more he wanted to say, but couldn't come up with how to express it.
Her blue eyes sparked, this close. Reflected joy and life and light in their deep blue curve.
Those eyes were every bit a trap. He became lost in them every time he gazed into the endless blue.
She looked like she might say something, try and respond. But, in the end, it turned out that she was just as much at a loss for words as Mike was, himself. And so, instead, she simply leaned in and began to kiss him. Something deep, passionate. As her tongue slipped within his mouth, bringing back the hint of mint to his senses, he felt her arms leave the circle of his waist.
There was always a taste of Beth, not the same everytime. He returned the deep kiss, over and over.
Instead, felt warm fingers stroke the weight of him. Brushing, with their bare tips, his length.
All throughout the experience, she continued the kiss.
His balance shifted as she touched him. He wanted her to touch him. To feel her slender fingers grasp him. Her efforts were rewarded as he grew stronger in her hand.
He felt her begin to encircle him, began to stroke him with just the bare edge of her fingers. He felt the glissando texture of the backs of her fingernails glide across the underside of him, then a fingertip, tracing his vein. She gently massaged beneath and his body could not help but respond, stiffening in her grasp. His breathing was already fast and hot.
It made the kissing intensify. Their tongues became entwined, grasping at each other. He held her close against him.
He felt Beth moan through the kiss, her body, too, unable but to rise to intensity of the moment. She made a little noise like the cooing of a dove in the hollow of her throat as she continued to work at him, touching all the places she knew most sensitive, through their five years of wedded bliss.
She knew so well where to touch. He could feel her wanting it too. Any sound she made always made him strive to hear it again. Soon she would feel as good as he did. Even better.
A moment to catch some air. The echo of a brief sigh. He kissed the length of her neck. He enjoyed the feel of her breasts against him. The nipples rubbing against his chest.
