She lay on her side, her thin yellow top whispering over her in the cool summer breeze that was wafting in from the open window. The curtains shuddered in that same breeze, swishing back and forth, twisting the light of the setting sun and casting different shades over her pale, petit form. The thin, pale form was only barely covered by it's vibrant yellow thong and the scant little, see-through top. They told him that today really had been as hot as the news caster claimed it had been. She had probably fallen asleep, exhausted by the heat. Had the mechanic not come for the AC yet?
He grumbled to himself as he crossed the room, dropping his carry-on bag and stripping his jacket off. He wished he hadn't been forced to take that business trip, not with her like this. She was only entering her seventh month of pregnancy, but she looked like she was ready to pop, as the saying goes. Perhaps it was her small size that made the child seem so large. She was such a small woman.
He stripped his shirt off, a few tattoos appearing on his upper arms and chest. He kicked off his shoes and crawled onto the bed. She stirred and looked up. A small smile spread across her lips as she closed her eyes and laid her head back down. He slid next to her, hands cupping her stomach as he kissed her shoulder and then her neck.
"How are you," he whispered, very gently nibbling her ear. She made a small sound of contentment.
"Pretty good. It was so hot today," she muttered, rubbing her hands across his, even as one curved to the lower part of her belly, toying with the lace of the thong. "I was so tempted to fix that damn box of bits myself-"
"You are in no condition to be doing things like that," he snapped, sitting up a bit, whatever thoughts he might have been having about her thong apparently gone. "Crazy woman. We'll just call again tomorrow. Besides, it's nice to enjoy a little fresh air."
"Easy to say," she muttered, obviously a bit offended by his sudden burst of speech. "You're not the one toting around a kid all day. It's not easy, you know."
She sniffed and he knew he had maybe taken it a bit too far. Besides, if she'd really had designs on fixing the AC herself, she would have done it.
"I'm sorry," he said, making amends by settling behind her and rubbing her lower back, stroking her secret spot, the place right at the end of her back, between where her two round lobes of smooth flesh began. She jerked in response to his delicate, feather-like stroking. She said nothing as he made the strokes wider, getting more skin with each touch. He gently scraped his teeth down her shoulder blade, letting his short beard trickle across her skin as well. "Will you forgive me?"
"Well," she whispered, obviously not thinking too much about being angry anymore. "I guess we could work something out."
He grinned into her skin and very slowly let his hand skim over her rounded bottom. He slowly massaged each thigh, squeezing and pulling gently before doing the same to her sensitive calves. When he was satisfied that she had been warmed up enough, he glided his hand back up over her legs. He played with her thong as he used his other hand to grab her hair. He grabbed her hair and, with the controlled amount of force tempered by the hand of a long-time lover, pulled her head back so he could kiss her, using lips and tongue to say some of the tender things he'd forgotten to say before. She reached back and slipped the elastic band free of his long hair. She proceeded to ruffle it with her fingers, undoing the tidy job he had done on it earlier that morning.
