Behind Closed Doors
Amir didn't let Dana down until they'd reached his suite, where he carried her in, closing the door behind him, and headed down the hall into his room, which seemed the most appropriate location for this massage.
Tumbling Dana gently but unceremoniously onto his bed, Amir stood over her with his arms crossed thoughtfully. Of course he knew what massage was. It had been around even when he was young. But he'd never done it. And, thinking back, he could only recall ever having been on the receiving end a couple of times. Those were too far in the past for him to recall exactly how it had been done.
"Wait there," he said to Dana, holding one finger up.
Striding out to the living room and his laptop, he popped it open and quickly pulled up Wikipedia, tapping in "massage." He gawked for a moment at the sheer number of massage techniques. Seriously?
A quick skim of the page confirmed it - he knew exactly nothing about massage. Nor did he have any of the required elements that seemed to be essential... scented oils, heated stones and the like. Oh well... he'd have to make do without.
He looked down at his hands, flexed them experimentally, and headed back to the bedroom after closing his laptop once more. Pausing outside the door he balled his hands into fists, shook his head at himself, and splayed his fingers out wide.
Heading through the doorway he kicked his shoes off and placed them neatly along the wall. Sitting down on the bed next to Dana he gestured for her to do the same.
"Feet first," he said with a slow smile. "As requested."
"No, I think it is I that's been screwed."
Giggling she settled in against Amir and let the weight of sexual satisfaction, and the dawn come and gone pull her into a quiet stillness. If she closed her eyes, sleep would take her, but she wasn't quite ready for that yet.
"I'm writing a song for you." Her words were soft and husky with the sleep that was pulling her into its tight grasp.
It had to be well into morning by now, and in his mind's eye he imagined the sun trying its best to blast its way through the sliding doors in the living room. It made their current position all the more comfortable. He was considering falling asleep when Dana said she was writing a song for him.
"For mrrf?" Between sleepiness and muffling, even he barely understood the words. Hoping his inflection was clear enough, he didn't clarify. He simply reached over and pulled the comforter up from the bedside to cover himself from the waist down, leaving enough for Dana if she wanted it.
"I was...going to...play it for," yawn "you, but you...carted me."
Yawning again, she decided it wasn't worth it, she'd explain in the evening. She snuggled closer, completely molding her body to his. Comfortable in his arms and bed, Dana let herself drift closer to sleep.
Generally the first thing he did upon waking was to head to the bathroom and shower, but this morning he was comfortable and feeling sort of lazy. He was uncertain how long Dana generally slept, so he shifted a little bit to free up his face and lay very still, trying not to disturb her, and reflecting on the fact that she was still here and he was all right with that.
On this occasion, however, her body registered Amir's slight movement and curled more firmly around him. He was like a big muscled teddy bear and the novelty of waking up beside someone had her lashing fluttering over her eyes.
Perpetual night met her eyes as they finally opened to look across the expanse of golden chest she rested on. A soft smile moved her lips as she looked up at Amir. This was the first time she was actually happy to wake up next to the man she'd just given her body to.
"Hi"
Her hand moved to push sleep mussed hair from her face. She was quite certain she did not move around much when she slept in her own bed, and was positive she'd not moved from her place in Amir's arms. How was it then that hair became a wispy mess upon waking?
It was a frivolous distract from what was really on her mind, and the implications of what she was feeling and that was perfectly all right with her for the moment. It was much too early for deep thinking.
A quick glance at his ceiling told him they hadn't slept very long at all. It was barely before noon, no time to be up and about, really, yet Amir felt as if he'd had more than his requisite few hours of sleep.
As she brushed stray hairs from her face he smoothed the offending locks back as well, in a position to be able to see them clearly, tucking away where they wouldn't stray back into her face. His own hair was hardly mussed, being fairly short and difficult to displace.
"I hope you weren't planning on getting up just yet," he added. He was comfortable, and inclined to spend a little longer in bed where normally he'd have been up and about.
Dana yawned, she seemed to do a lot of that around Amir, and it tickled her enough to cause a soft giggle. "No, staying right here is the only thing on my agenda."
Her arms and legs moved and stretched, causing her thigh to brush another part of Amir that was awake. Another soft giggle rose sleepily from her, as she curled back around Amir.
"It seems you might have plans for our time here."
Her voice was still quiet with the sleep she still needed, but she didn't necessarily feel.
He reached around and easily dead-lifted Dana's slight weight, rolling to his back and lowering her onto his midsection in a way that left no doubt as to his body's state of wakefulness.
"Can't think of a single thing to do."
He sighed. "Guess we could go watch TV."
Her knees slid open to rest on either side of his body. What she felt caress her backside, did not make her giggle. No it did much more lovely things to her.
"Yes, television seems the best thing to do."
She propped herself up, by resting her forearms on his chest. This afforded her the opportunity to study his face. He had a wonderful face, full of lines and angles. His eyes sparkled a depth-less black, and his teeth were a shock of white against the dark gold of his skin.
Unable to resist, Dana slid forward on Amir's chest and pressed her lips to his. Tasting the rich flavor of him, mixed with the lingering flavors of herself. It was intoxicating, who needed drugs when one could have such a thing at their finger tips?
"Or maybe we could play a game." She managed when she finally pulled her mouth from his.
"I had a game in mind," he reminded her, grinning. "You have a different one?"
He rested his head on his hands, folding them behind him and peering up at her curiously. "It had better be good."
Then his lips quirked up a little. "Or maybe really bad."
Narrowing her eyes at him, "this is the game you have in mind? I could have sworn it was something else entirely"
With a grin, Dana sat up. She was enjoying this softer more playful side of Amir. It made her wonder if she was rubbing off on him.
"No I think we should play your game. But I warn you, I don't play fair."
Her hand moved behind her to find that small patch of skin just below where a man's inner thigh met his body. She moved her fingers lightly over the small area, before darting from the bed.
In the doorway of the bedroom she grinned her little imp's grin. "You've only yourself to blame for this."
He imagined he should have warned her he wasn't really the best of morning people, but it was one of those little things that she was about to discover for herself. Stewing in his cocoon of blankets, he hoped she wasn't out there waiting for him to come chasing her. He refused, absoultely refused, to go running after her like a puppy.
Of course, if a puppy was what she wanted, he could produce a reasonable facsimile. Either way he wasn't leaving his bed to go bouncing around his suite naked.
With a sigh he rolled over. He didn't want Dana to sit out there by herself, either. So with a mutter and a groan he dragged himself up and off the bed, wrapped in his comforter with half of it dragging behind him, and staggered into the living room where he collapsed on the sofa without looking around first.
"It's way too early for this," he complained good-naturedly. "You're supposed to be tired."
Then, as an afterthought, he added, "Or horny."
She'd perched herself on his cabinet, careful to move the woven cloth out of the way. When he came dragging himself from the bedroom cocooned in the blankets, laughter bubbled from her again. He was quite obviously a bit grumpy in the mornings.
"I am tired, but not sleepy." She grinned at him. "At least not at the moment."
What a horrible word that was, she opened her mouth to rebuke him, but decided that was just as crass as the word he'd used. She gave a small shrug of her shoulder, and slipped from the cabinet, her feet landing with out sound.
She knew what he wanted and to be perfectly honest so did she. It was not difficult to let the playfulness go and allow her more baser instincts to take its place. Crossing the room, she moved to stand in front of him.
"Let me in." She stood between his open knees, a soft smile of invitation, replacing the playful mischievous smile she'd worn when he'd entered the room.
When Dana dropped the playfulness and demanded to be let in, Amir immediately responded. He liked simple demands when he'd just woken up. Nothing complex, not too many words to string together... perfect. Opening his arms, the blanket expanding with them like the mouth of some great yawning monster, he enveloped Dana and swallowed her up into the comforter-cavern he'd created.
"Now I've got you," he said, giving her a fanged grin. There was something very nice about the way she felt when there was nothing between them at all. The sensation of having her sitting on top of him so suggestively was like being hit with a ton of bricks. It was sudden and unexpected, and the breath he'd just taken to say something else was lost in a drawn-out sigh instead.
It took no encouragement for her to take his mouth with her own as she took him into her body. A low moan vibrated her throat, as she felt him touch the inner most places of her body. It was amazing to her how well she fit against him, as though he'd been made for her.
That was her lust fogged brain taking over, but she didn't mind so much, and it was not something she would voice to him anyway. It was enough to move against him and know it in her own mind.
Like before, he couldn't tell if hours or minutes passed before Dana was gasping above him and he was letting out a muffled moan into her neck as they climaxed together, collapsing in a tangled, sweaty heap backwards onto the couch.
Amir stroked Dana's hair, twining his fingers through it, kissing her softly as they relaxed once more in each other's arms. His lips were moving and it took him a moment to realize he was murmuring to her in a language she couldn't possibly know. He gave himself a mental reboot, switching back to English and resting his cheek against the top of Dana's head.
"That is a good way to wake up," he said with a sleepy smile. "Only now I feel like it's naptime again."
Replete and sated, Dana sighed softly as he continued to stroke her hair.
"Mmm, yes, a nap sounds perfect."
She wiggled until she was completely comfortable. "I vote for not moving and waiting for later in the day to come."
Another sigh lifted her chest, she could spend the rest of the day exactly where she was and not be bothered.
There was a lot to be done later, but that was later. Now, he was entirely amenable to lying here with Dana. He rearranged the comforter over the two of them and fixed the throw pillow behind his head, wondering when the last time he actually slept all day was.
A very long time, was the answer, but he almost grinned at the lazy sinful feeling of lying around doing nothing but sleeping for several hours more. He'd make up for it later.
As it happened, later was significantly far away enough to allow for plenty of sinful indulgence on both sides.
((ooc: Amir and Dana out))