UNTITLED
BY: KIM FITZSIMMONS

Atlanta, Georgia
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    In the main bedroom of a two story house, a golden haired man woke from a light sleep to find the spot beside him in the bed empty. Jonathon, formerly known as Snake Eyes, sat up with a concerned frown on his scarred face.

    The concern was for his wife, Shana, who had once been known as Scarlett. His silver eyes flickered over to the clock on the bedside table. 230 a.m. His hand reached over to where his wife had been laying on the bed to find the sheets cold. He stood up and pulled on a pair of sweat pants.

    Shana wasn't sleeping again.

    It had been just over a week since they had gotten a call at their cabin that had made them quickly pack up some clothing for themselves and their 5 year old twins and rush to Atlanta. Shana's father had suffered a heart attack and had spent the last week in the hospital. He hadn't been stable enough for surgery until yesterday morning. Shana, along with her brothers had spent every waking moment at her father's side.

    Shana had at first been torn between needing to be with her father and giving their twin daughters Katie and Kassie the love and attention they needed. Luckily their old friends Tommy and his cousin Joan (who had been known as Storm Shadow and Jinx) had been asking for the twins to spend some time with them, and the last week had been the perfect time for a visit.

    Jonathon turned to look out the window to see rain pouring down and jagged lightning streak across the sky. The thunderstorm a natural result of hot, humid weather during August days.

    This was unacceptable.

    Shana hadn't slept at all since hearing about her father and the lack of rest was starting to take its toll on her exhausted body. There were dark shadows under her eyes, she had lost weight, and she was so terribly pale.

    Yesterday her father had successfully undergone a double bypass operation and he was doing well, but apparently it was not enough reassurance to allow his beloved wife a restful sleep.

    Jonathon left the bedroom to search for his wife. Usually in the past week he found her dozing fitfully in the living room are her father's office on a chair or couch, having left the bedroom so she wouldn't disturb his rest.

    That was part of what he loved about her. She was forever putting the needs of others before her own. But this was going too far. These sleepless nights were putting her health in jeopardy.

    He could not allow this to continue. When he fell in love with her he'd sworn to protect her and see to her health and safety. He would fulfill that vow tonight.

    Shana needed sleep and he'd see to it that she got sleep tonight. He knew several meditation techniques that would allow her some decent rest. When he'd offered to help her sleep earlier in the week she'd refused, saying she was fine. Tonight he'd allow no more refusals. Whether she liked it or not, he would help her sleep.

    But he had to find her first.

    Bemused, he searched the living room, the office, the bathrooms. As he was passing the kitchen he noticed that the French doors leading out into the backyard garden were open slightly. He approached the doors and looked outside.

    He'd found her.

    Transfixed he quietly opened the doors and stood staring in complete awe at his wife.

    She was sitting on the small wrought iron bench, her back to the house. She was clad only in a white dress shirt she'd given him.

    What shook him so was the fact that she was sitting outside in the pouring rain, while thunder and lightning raged overhead. She lifted her face into the downpour, letting the storm wash over her as she closed her eyes.

    She was soaked, her hair blood red where it was plastered against her back. The white shirt was transparent from the rain and clung lovingly to the creamy flesh beneath.

    She must have sensed his presence as she turned to look at him. He stood basically frozen as she stood up and turned to face him.

    God she was magnificent! The wet shirt clung to her curves, her nipples peaked against the wet fabric, and the tails of the shirt moved , offering tantalizing glimpses of the fiery curls at the apex of her thighs. Her blue eyes were large in her face. Raindrops dripped from her eyelashes and her lush lips.

    She stood there, with the storm raging above and all around her, and she looked as though she belonged perfectly, a part of nature itself.

    He had to go to her, he couldn't help himself.

    When he was within arm's reach she moved into his arms, and he held her close, inhaling her delicate scent. Sunshine and lilies and something heady and erotic.

    She lifted her eyes to look into his and shivered, but definitely not from cold.

    "How could anyone have ever thought his eyes cold?" she thought. His silver eyes were molten, melting her insides. Pure heat blazed in them, filling her with heat as well.

    She spoke to him. "Make love to me."

    Her request was barely above a whisper, but she might as well have shouted it for the effect it had on her husband.

    Lust slammed into him, his groin tightened painfully and his skin seemed to burn where she touched him. He tried to control his physical reaction and think clearly. "I can't." he thought, "She needs rest, not something that will sap her strength even more."

    Then he looked into her eyes and he knew he could deny her nothing.

    He started to pull her with him towards the house, but she shocked him by pulling him back into the warm, driving rain. When he looked at her in confusion, she explained her strange action.

    "I want you here. Right here and right now...in the rain."

    Her words set him ablaze and he needed no further encouragement. He wrapped one arm around her waist, the other around her shoulders and his mouth descended on hers, kissing her fiercely. Their tongues danced with each other as their hands roamed over rain slick bodies.

    Jonathon kissed and licked his way down her throat as Shana threw her head back to give him better access as her hands traveled the muscled planes of his chest.

    His hands found the round globes of her bare bottom and he squeezed gently and pushed her hips against his, letting her feel the rigid proof of his desire.

    As she felt it she gasped in need and her hands went to the waistband of his soaked sweat pants and she pushed them down past his hips, her nails lightly raking his thighs. He took over, whisking them off and tossing them into a nearby flower bed.

    Then he began working at the buttons of the shirt she wore as she kissed and licked along his jaw line. Finally he got the shirt open and off of her after popping a few buttons in his haste to feel her flesh against his.

    They came together in a near frenzy, crazy in their need for each other. He picked her up in his strong hands, and lowered her onto his straining length, eliciting a moan from Shana as he filled her.

    He stared into her eyes, sending her a silent message to wrap her legs around his waist. As if she'd read his mind, she wound her long legs around his waist, allowing him to sink even deeper into her warmth and they both shuddered from the incredible sensation.

    Jonathon began a slow rhythm, pumping in and out as he leaned forward to capture one of her nipples in his mouth and suckle gently. Shana clutched his shoulders hard enough to draw blood and matched his rhythm as white hot lightning flashed overhead.

    She had been so aroused before he had even touched her that she peaked quickly, crying out as her inner muscled clenched around Jonathon's shaft. As she climaxed, Jonathon sped up his movement until he was thrusting mindlessly into Shana's quivering body as he held her tight by her buttocks.

    His mind was reeling. Their lovemaking had always been quiet and gentle, yet their coming together tonight was nothing short of explosive. It was as if the storm had called on something wild and untamed in them both.

    He was practically ramming into Shana, his jaw clenched at the intense pleasure/pain, but it wasn't enough. He wasn't deep enough. Lifting her off of him he turned her around so her back was to him and he placed her hands on the back of the wrought iron bench. She barely had time to voice a protest at his leaving her body before he was filling her again from behind, sinking so deep he was touching the mouth of her womb. She cried out from the wonderful feeling and he let out a ragged sigh.

    Then he picked up right where he'd left off, thrusting into Shana with a wild primitive urgency he didn't know he had in him, his hands reaching forward to massage her breasts and lowering his head to lap water droplets from her shoulders and nipping her neck.

    Shana kept one hand on the bench to brace herself and brought the other hand back to touch the back of his head and she turned her own head to kiss him. Their tongues mimicking the movement of their lower bodies.

    After a few more furious thrusts, Shana flew apart again, her keening cries sending Jonathon over the edge. He threw his head back and let loose a ragged roar to the heavens and exploded, spilling himself deep inside her body.

    Without a pause, Jonathon picked Shana up in his arms and carried her into the house, being careful as he wasn't entirely sure his legs could support him.

    Once back in the bedroom he got a large, fluffy towel out of the closet and began to dry Shana's wet body, paying close attention to her breast and the area between her thighs.

    The feel of the terry cloth rubbing her super-sensitized skin soon had Shana writhing on the bed, begging for his touch. He pulled her so that she her hips were level with the edge of the bed and he stood by the bed, his hips between her thighs. He rubbed his tip along her moist heat teasingly until she breathlessly begged, "Please. I need you."

    He granted her plea by thrusting home, causing her to shriek his name. He gazed down at her as he moved. He wanted to remember her like this for all time. Her eyes glazed with passion, her skin flushed with color, writhing and thrashing as he filled her body. She had never looked so beautiful as she did now and the sight of her caused his body to swell even more and he leaned over her to suckle on her throat.

    As the first waves of the orgasm hit she screamed and then bit his shoulder as he took to pounding into her as she exploded around him, carrying him with her over the peak.

    Sated he fell on top of her and managed to pull them both up fully onto the bed and pulled the sheets over them.

    Shana finally fell into a deep sleep, her husband's body still inside her as her womb quivered with aftershocks from the intense orgasm.