WARNING: This post is NOT XXX, but it is pretty warm, lol. So, if you are not old enough to read, DON'T! LOL!

Part Fourteen: Conditions

Nigel wasn’t sure what to expect and prepared himself for the worst as he approached her door. Strangely, it had been left slightly ajar. "Syd?" He tapped lightly on the doorframe. "Syd, are you up?" It was hopelessly dark inside and he hesitated to even do it, but after softly calling her name two more times stepped in. "Sydney, where are you?" He called out in a lyrical whisper. "Come out, come out where ever you are..."

Clearly, she was not in her room and he was about to leave when something at the window caught his eye. A pale sliver of moonlight danced in and out of the clouds, across the pane, and down to the floor, illuminating the far side of the room in fragile, icy glints. Beautiful, he thought, and yawned, feeling the long day having caught up with him at last. He would just have to talk to Sydney in the morning...

"Nigel?" Sydney stood at the door and tilted her head to one side. "What are you doing here?"

"Oh God...uh, I... well you see...it’s like this..." His nerves got the better of him the moment he laid eyes on her, and his voice went up a couple octaves. She was no longer dressed in her usual regimen of tight black pants, boots and fitted tops. Barefoot, her long black hair was wrapped up in a fluffy white towel, and she had another one wrapped snugly around her dark, slender body. Evidently, she wasn’t expecting company. Bowing his head to the floor so she wouldn’t see his embarrassment, he started to walk past her. "I’m sorry, I’ll talk to you tomorrow."

"No, wait." Syd reached over and took him by the arm. "You came here for a reason, what was it Nigel?" Her eyes implored him for an answer, but he was just to damn tongue tied to give her one. Every fibre of his being was screaming at him to reach out to her, but his sensible side was just too over bearing.

"I should go." He said in barely a whisper, daring not look at her.

She watched the Englishman fidget in the moonlight. If Sydney was ever going to do anything about it, now was the time. She brought one hand up and caressed her fingers through his soft, rusty coloured mop of hair and continued down, trailing an invisible white hot line from his brow to his squarely set jaw. Sydney had to know. Using her foot she booted the door, clicking it shut. "Please don’t go... not yet Nigel." She took his face into both hands and dragged her thumbs across his quivering lip. Nigel closed his eyes, his body unable to move. He could feel her one hand move slowly to the back of his neck, smoothing down the hair that was currently standing on end, and pulling him towards her even closer. All of his senses told him that she was there, and Nigel’s niggling self doubt washed away the moment he felt her mouth cover his in a soulful, searching kiss. He brought his hands up, latching onto her upper arms and began to seriously kiss her back as the towel fell from her hair to the floor, allowing her long, shiny black locks to cascade down over her tanned bare shoulders.

When they broke apart Nigel’s mouth was agape and he stared at her in disbelief. Sydney swallowed hard and licked her bruised lips... she could feel her blood pulsating through her entire body in persistent, merciless waves.

Nigel was the first to find his voice, amazingly. "I, I think I’d better go." A million things were racing through his mind, not the least of which was how bloody beautiful she was. He was either the luckiest man on earth, or the most stupid. "This is mad..."

"No." Sydney was shaking her head. "You don’t kiss me like you just did and not mean it. If this is madness Nigel, then you better commit me right now!" Her antique amaretto eyes begged him to stay. "Don’t you get it yet?"

He did get it, and that part scared him to death. "More than you realise Syd..."

She grabbed him more forcefully this time, circling her arms around his neck before pressing her soft warm lips against his one more time. Nigel’s hands snaked up along her arms and fanned out across her tanned shoulders, careful not to loosen the towel, her last line of defence before he couldn’t be held responsible. She wasn’t being as careful... He could feel her hands slipping under his robe and her long fingers sliding out across his taut stomach around to his back.

"So, do you still think we’re crazy?" She asked, very short of breath.

He shook his head numbly... "No, no I don’t..." He replied, his own voice thick with emotion. There was nothing to keep him away from her tonight. He’d waited too long for this...

"Then stay..." Taking his hand in hers, she led him over to her bed and slid down the duvet, pulling him beside her. "Please, stay with me tonight Nigel."

"On, on one condition." He rasped.

"What?"

"Only if you promise I won’t wake up in the morning and find this has been one great big nasty dream."

Go to Part Fifteen.


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