Another, long hard day studying, books and notes strewn across the floor. Vanessa and Steve sit across from one another, both looking downward at the work they must memorize before the working week begins once more. Feeling thirsty, Steve stands and walks into the kitchen, ready to pour two glasses of cool water for his lover and himself. Standing at the sink he looks out at the greenery of Brisbane, steam gently rising from cars, as the sun bakes there glossy surfaces. Slinking back into the room he looks out from the doorway. Eyes slowly following the line of Vanessa's tanned and toned thighs , up from her heels, to her knees, the strong muscles of her legs held firm by the tight skirt wrapped around her. He admires her slightly exposed stomach, and melts as he sees her hair flowing down over her left shoulder and down the front of her open shirt.
Chewing gently at the end of her pen, reclining on the floor, her eyes rise up from the text and look across at her man. She sees his gaze at her, and the glasses in his hand, then notices the slight bulge forming beneath his shorts. Her eyes widening as Steve places the drinks down on the table and walks towards her. "This time", he thinks, "it's my turn to have some fun." Leaning down he drops his right arms to the carpet, the rough surface sliding against the back of his hand as it slips underneath Vanessa's legs, filling the nook of her knees. His other arm sweeping behind her back, he lift her up, into the air, holding her against his chest. Vanessa looks into the green of his eyes, wraps her arms up over his head and drops them down around his neck. Gently and effortlessly she leans up to kiss at his bottom lip, her lips smooth and soft as they press against his, the moisture transferring between them as she is held in his arms.
Lovingly, Steve starts to carry Vanessa down the short hallway and into her room. Looking into her eyes, seeing the depth of the brown, lost within it, he lowers her to the soft comfort of the mattress, the springs shifting ever so slightly. There gaze locked on one another, he leans down once more and tilts his head just so as to push gently into her lips, his tongue gently sliding into her mouth, finding Vanessa's tongue, both moving together, there lips moving with each others, slippery and soft. Moving himself over, Steve finds himself wrapped in-between Vanessa's incredible legs, supporting himself up above her and kissing delicately. Kneeling up, Steve looks back down at his lovely girl and slides his hand up over her stomach.