Status: Still being thought out.

Carvings in the Ice

The Perfect Choice

They woke up late the next morning, Annabelle promising she wouldn't miss her bus back to the airport. Jonathan held her close, skimming her forehead and the bridge of her nose with his lips. "Can I kidnap you?" he asked.
"It depends. How fast can you run?"
He looked bewildered. "Not that fast."
"Then I doubt you'll get away with it."
He laughed. "You mean you wouldn't run with me?"
The question hit her closer than she thought it would. "I would," she said after a moment. "You know I would."
He grinned. "I know."
They rose, showered together. The water in his apartment was hot and purifying. They poured soap over each other, giggling like kids. Jonathan was all muscle, his skin beading with both water and swear as he pressed against her, kissing her neck and shoulder. She reached down for him, grinning as he sucked in his breath against her skin. "Since when did you... get so naughty?" he asked, chuckling a bit.
"Since I found you." She kissed his chest, licking away the water there. He flashed back to his dream, her in the shower, only this reality was reversed. She got to her knees, and he asked, "Wait, are you sure?"
"Are you?" Her eyes were wide. He paused, and she took him slowly into her mouth, stroking him with her tongue. His eyes closed; he rested his head on the tile. She moved along his length and stoked a fire deep within him, building up with every stroke. "Oh, God," he whispered shakily, biting his lip. He could feel her smiling, and even that turned him on. As she moved faster, he gently guided her with his hand, raising his hips a bit. His breath came in gusts, the water making him hotter and hotter. It seemed to take forever, though every dragging second made him want to stay there forever. Finally, he felt himself start to trickle a bit. "Anna, I'm gonna come, oh, God..."
She stayed there for a second before pulling away, stroking him quickly to let him finish. He squeezed his eyes shut, releasing himself with a loud groan. He opened his eyes after a long moment and found her standing, looking at him. "I... couldn't. I'm sorry," she whispered, and he realized what she meant.
"Baby, don't be sorry." He kissed her nose. "I wasn't even expecting you to do that."
She smiled. "I'm full of surprises, aren't I?"
"Yes, you damn well are." He covered her mouth with his own and watched everything blur before his eyes.

Annabelle met the rest of the skaters in front of the hotel after a long, bittersweet goodbye with Jon. "Well, well, don't you look content," Johnny sing-songed as she approached. "How's the boy?"
"He's well."
"Oh, I bet he is, sweetie." He waggled his eyebrows, making her suppress a grin. "Oh, come on, enough tight-assedness."
"I'll tell you on the bus, okay?" she whispered, knowing Evan was nearby. He smiled softly at her, and she smiled back. Things had been a little awkward since they had slept together, but that had been her fault. She used him, and that was that. At the very least, however, she had a conscience... not that it made things much better. She shook those thoughts out of her head and joined Johnny on the bus, telling him everything on the way to O'Hara International.
Everything except one very big event. In her suitcase, along with her costumes, street clothes and other effects, were tickets to the Blackhawks' playoff games. He'd asked her to every single home game, and she had accepted. Which meant the end of the tour for her. It would be tough to break it to everyone, but for once, Anna felt as though she were making the perfect choice.
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Music to Write By: Incubus- Stellar