Something was wrong; Letha sensed that even before she woke up. As she became fully aware of her surroundings, she was careful not to do anything to betray the fact that she was conscious. She kept her eyes closed and her breathing even until she realized that Jonathan wasn’t there. Okay, she told herself, now that you know what woke you, figure out where he is. She listened hard for anything out of the ordinary, but all she could hear were crickets chirping, the occasional big rig passing by on the highway, the hum of the air conditioner, the water running in the shower. The shower, this late at night? That caught her attention.
Why would Jonathan be taking a shower at 1 am, when the two of them had been home all evening? If they’d been out partying all night, and she had fallen asleep when they got home, it would have made sense. She got out of bed, and wrapped her filmy robe around her. The air conditioning was set much too coldly for the end of September, but the weather was still too warm to turn the A/C off altogether. On the way to the bathroom, she checked the thermostat. Jon had reprogrammed it, but had forgotten to hit enter. The cold must have woken him, and he had decided to take a hot shower to warm up.
Letha entered the new program, and was rewarded by the sound of the A/C shutting down. A warm shower, she thought. Now that sounded like a good idea. She walked down the hall to the bathroom, marveling at how much difference a little time could make. Why, just under a year ago, when she first moved in, this place had seemed so intimidating, almost as much by day as at night. She had been so unsure of herself then, unsure of Jon, of the two of them, of everything, but of herself mostly. Now, no matter what happened, she knew she could deal with it.
The door to the bathroom was open a little, and steam was pouring out. Letha quietly pushed the door open just far enough for herself to slip through then gently closed it. The room was full of steam, and her bathrobe was instantly soaked. She peeled it off, and hung it on the back of the bathroom closet door. She dropped her nightgown on the towel rack, pushed back the door of the shower, and stepped in.
Jon had his back to her, and the noise of the running water seemed to have masked the sound of the opening door. All of Letha’s senses were extremely alert because of the way she had been woken up. Apparently Jon really wasn’t paying attention to anything, because he jumped when he felt her hand on his back. He turned quickly; ready to fight if there was a threat, and it actually took him a second to realize it was her. Normally, he would have known instantly, even before she entered the bathroom. When he saw that it was just her, Jon relaxed somewhat.
He noticed the shower door was still open, so he reached past her and closed it. Almost in the same motion, he stepped towards her and pressed her against the back wall of the shower. Letha put her arms around his neck, and tilted her head up just enough to catch his lower lip between hers. The instant Jon kissed back, she moved away and gave him a teasing look. He smiled indulgently, and lowered his mouth to hers. At the last second, she turned her head, so his lips barely brushed hers and landed on her jaw.
He brought one hand up, caught her chin, and sharply turned her head further to the side. He put his lips on the rapidly beating pulse in her throat, and lightly nipped. Then he turned her face back to his, and brushed his lips back and forth across hers. Finally she grabbed his face in her hands and pulled his head down to hers. She touched her lips to his, ever so lightly, then traced his mouth with her tongue until he parted his lips. She slid her tongue between his teeth, and across the roof of his mouth, just once before pulling back and looking at him.
She could tell by his face that he was excited, and she could feel further proof rising against her hip. Jon cupped her breasts with his hands, and brushed his thumbs across her nipples. "I love that I’ve barely touched you, and already these," a quick pinch at the tips of her breasts, "are hard and tight and begging to be kissed." He slid his hands down her body until he was grasping her thighs, and as he lowered his mouth to her breasts, he lifted her so that her hips were pressed against his, her knees slightly bent, feet on the sides of the tub, leaning against the wall, holding onto his shoulders. He teased her, tortured her with his lips on her breasts, for eternal seconds. She felt her body tensing, aching, wanting him. Knowing that he wanted her as much as she wanted him had her writhing against him.
As her head fell back, Letha moved with him, against him, towards him, away from him, wanting more, wanting all of him, NOW. Jon smiled at her unspoken demand, even as he moved his hand between her legs, caressing her with his fingers for a heartbeat, then sliding his middle finger in her, making sure she was ready for him. She most definitely was, and as he moved to position himself against her, she slid her hand down his chest and stomach, finally stopping with it wrapped around his dick. "I love that I’ve barely touched you, and already this," a quick tightening of her hand around him, "is long and hard and begging to be inside me."
Jon bit her lower lip, and slammed himself inside her, hard and deep, just way he knew she wanted. Even with all the times the two of them had been together, he still filled her completely, and then some. She arched against him, expecting him to move with her, but he stopped, and held her still. Letha whimpered a wordless protest, and Jon shook his head and said, "Oh no. After the way you startled me coming in here, you need to be tortured a little." He began making tiny little motions with his hips, moving himself ever so slightly inside her.
She tried to move against him, but he was holding her hips and wouldn’t let her. He just kept his dick deep inside, barely moving, until finally she cried out in frustration, "Either you fuck me right, or I swear I’ll walk out of this bathroom and go call someone who will. I’m sure that Jamie would be more than happy."
"Actually, Jamie had a date with Laurie tonight, so I’m quite sure he’s busy at the moment. But if you feel that strongly about it," he pulled back and thrust forward again, and this time when she moved with him, he let her.
When she felt him inside her deeper than seemed possible, moving back and forth, hard and fast, again and again, everything inside her went molten, melting around him. She could feel herself tightening around him, so that he filled her even more than before. She scraped her nails across his back as she pushed towards him, tilting her hips to drive him as deep inside her as she could. Everything in her was drawn down into one tight spot where her body connected to his. She was so close, just another second, another heartbeat, and then she felt his fangs in her throat and he spilled inside her as her world exploded.
As she relaxed, she realized his mouth was still on her neck, and he was still drinking. "Damn it Jon, stop it." she said as she pushed him away. After he finally moved away, she continued, "What happened to our agreement that you wouldn’t do that for two more weeks? One of these days you’re going to forget to restrain yourself at all, and I’m going to end up without a heartbeat."
"You know I would never let that happen." When he saw the look on her face, he continued, "And if it did, you know I would remedy the situation immediately."
"Yeah, and that’s the end of my normal life, and after that, I can forget steak and lobster, all I’ll be having for dinner from there on out is blood. No thank you. Not yet anyway. I’ve still got too much left to do before I die, even if I am up and walking around a few days after my heart stops."
"You know you could still eat normal food, if you wanted."