Caught in a Cleansing Rain

[Makitsu_Trinity]

The rain fell in sheets around the cabin, battering against the feeble roof and loose shutters. Amelia Contello walked over to a window and peered out, wishing her vision could pierce the night. Pushing her glasses further up her nose, she wondered how she'd gotten stuck out here, with HIM. Of all people, how did he end up being the one she was stranded with, in the middle of nowhere?

She replayed the night in her head. She saw herself walking down the steps of the library after work; she heard his footsteps behind her; a friendly offer of a ride home. She had accepted because she had wanted to be alone with him for a little while, but now, now that they were FORCED to be alone, she wasn't so sure about her decision. She peeked at him, trying to coax a fire to life in the damp fireplace, and instantly wondered how life could get ant worse; or, for that matter, wonderful.

OOC: Feel free to pop in, though obviously this is a one on one. First come first serve.

 

[gentledemands]

Will Mathis looked out of the window through the broken shutter that was banging in the wind. He wasn't sure why she'd decided to have him bring her to her parents cabin, miles out of town.

He'd chatted with her, and it was going well for about fifteen minutes when she suddenly seemed to become disinterested. She had always seemed to him to be a little on the easily bored side. He'd thanked her for the chance to get to know her and saw her relief as he prepared to leave. He knew he wasn't the greatest looking guy. At six foot two inches he was a little too thin and he was okay looking, but no Adonis, though he was strong. 'Smart' was what he had going for him. He was still interested in Amelia, but if it wasn't mutual, he was fine with simply having an acquaintance/friend at the library that might be able to help him out from time to time. He'd gotten into his car and driven three hundred yards to discover the road had been washed out. She didn't look impressed to have him back.

A dismal drizzle had changed to an unbelievable torrent. He'd notice Amelia before. She was a competent librarian, though she seemed rather shy and introverted. The heavy black framed glasses were slightly too large for her pale face, but the glasses and her black hair were a beautiful contrast to her skin. Her waist length black hair fell nearly to her ass as she crouched in front of the fireplace. Her ass had a nice curve, covered by navy blue pants.

He realized if he could help her get the fireplace started that she'd likely shed the jacket. He grabbed a hat that didn't belong to him and rushed out to his car, grabbing the box of groceries out of the back seat that he'd bought before he had gone to the library and ran back inside.

"Here," he said, handing her a bag of potato chips. "Put some of these under the wood."

She looked at him as if he was insane. Maybe he was. She did it anyway and was surprised to see the flames leap in the fireplace. The damp kindling caught in the fireplace.

He smiled. "Kind of scary to think about how much fat we're eating when we choke those down, isn't it?"

 

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Amelia nodded absently, pushing up her glasses again, smiling shyly. She curled up by the fire, letting her mind drift off into no-man's land. She absently twirled a dark strand of wavy hair about her finger and chanced a sideways glance at her companion.

Sure he wasn't the bravado type, lacking the bulky frame and even the aura and attitude of that particular group, but there was something a little more alluring about him. He seemed rather quiet; reserved, but ready to jump out of his shell, out of his comfort zone, to assist those who needed him. She kept quiet more because she wasn't sure how to address him more than trying to be rude or keep distance.

"I..." she hesitated, feeling her heart speed up as she attempted to make conversation. "I hope I don't come across as rude. I am just not all that fond of thunderstorms." She offered a weak smile, hoping to dispell some of the tension in the air.

 

[gentledemands]

Will dug through the the drawers by the kitchen sink. "That's okay. I used to have a dog that would crawl under the bed in thunderstorms." What the hell did I say a stupid think like that for - reducing her behavior to the behavior of a dog, he thought. Sometimes his stupidity amazed him. He found what he was looking for and headed for the door. "Be right back," he said as he headed for the door.

He ran around the cabin to the broken shutter and tacked in place with a nail. He went back inside. The water dripped off him. Two trips outside had drenched him.

He looked at Amelia who seemed to have a sudden gleam of interest in her eye. She was pretty cute. She'd removed the coat like he had hoped she would do, but she was wearing that ever-present bulky grey sweater. He had no idea of her build, though her legs and butt seemed strong if not exactly slender.

"Damn, I'm going to freeze," he said. "Can we stoke that fire a little higher?"

There was a flash of lightening followed by the almost instant crash of thunder. The lights went out.

 

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Amelia screamed, hiding her head between her legs, but an instant later peeked out, a furious blush creeping slowly into her cheeks. She glanced in his direction, hoping to write off her scream as non-important, or, even better, pretend as if it hadn't happened. She rose slowly, still shaking from the blast and the darkness around them, and poked the fire a little, the flames leaping in protest at her coaxing. She laid another stick over them, grateful that whoever used this cabin at least kept the woodbox stuffed.

She turned to Will, her eyes instinctively running over the dripping clothes that clung to his body. She walked over to him slowly, beginning to unbutton his shirt, her cheeks staying flushed as her fumbling fingers worked.

"You might dry faster if we give these clothes a break from your skin and let them warm seperately," she mumbled, finshing the last button and peeling back the fabric. His chest gleamed in the flicker of the fire as the damp seemed to shimmer. Amelia couldn't help dancing her very fingertips across the smooth flesh.

Freezing suddenly, she pulled back, clinging to his shirt unwittingly. "I... Um.... Perhaps the home-owner has some towels we can use in the bathroom. I... I'll be right back...."

 

[gentledemands]

Will had been startled by her being so bold, though he wasn't upset by any means. He never imagined a girl who seemed as reserved as her would do such a thing. Had he imagined the way her finger had raked across his tummy? She seemed so quiet, so reserved. He doubted she'd ever been with a man.

He could hear Amelia fumbling in the bathroom. The whole place was dark because of the power failure. He went to the drawer and pulled out one of the candles he'd seen when he was looking for the hammer and nail, and lit it with the matches on the table. He looked into one of the other rooms and there was a Queen sized bed with a Hudson Bay wool blanket on it. He laid the candle sideways on the dresser, stripped down to his boxers, and threw his pants over the back of a chair—hopefully to dry if the place ever warmed up. He wrapped the blanket around himself, reclaimed the candle, and walked out and over to the washroom door.

"Any luck?" He asked.

"Uh, no. Can you hold the candle a little higher?"

Will tried to move the candle a bit but couldn't really do better while he held the blanket closed in front of himself.

"Just a sec. I'll be right back."

He went quickly into the main room and tossed the blanked on the floor in front of the fireplace. He returned to her and held the candle higher and moved closer to Amelia so the light of the candle wouldn't be blocked by her body. He felt a little exposed. He was self-conscious about how thin he was, and his legs and upper body he always kept shaved to reduce drag. His best friend Drake had told him if he wanted to put on more weight he'd have to give up swimming an hour a day every day. Maybe he should cut it back to three days a week, but he just loved the stamina he got from the incessant exercising.

"Oh, here they are," said Amelia. She turned to hand him a towel.

 

[Makitsu_Trinity]

She paused mid-turn, noting that he had stripped down to allow his clothes to dry. Once again she was caught off-guard by the sight of his skin and she tossed him the towel.

"For God's sake," she exclaimed. "Make yourself decent." She shoved her glasses up her nose again as she walked around him. 'I need to stop being so up and down around him,' she thought, 'but it's so hard. He's so amazing and I'm so... well, drab.' She huffed, feeling irritation at her own lack of courage.

"I think my parents were smart enough to leave some kind of storm emergency kit out here," she mused, rummaging through the cupboards and drawers in the dancing light of the candle and fire. "It should have a flashlight or two, if we need them, and a battery-operated radio, so we can get weather reports."

As if it had been summoned, the box of supplies was in the last cupboard she opened. Thinking it was maybe a little too convenient, she grabbed it and plunked it down, along with herself, in front of the fire to examine the contents. Sure enough, within the little chest-like box was a flashlight, a first aid kit, a deck of cards (Amelia's parents being the ones who hated to be bored and not their little girl who always had her nose in a book), and a radio... Minus two key AA batteries.

"Shit," Amelia hissed, then clapped a hand over her mouth, having a personal policy not to swear in front of strangers. "I'm sorry."

 

[gentledemands]

He grinned and pulled the blanket around himself sitting next to her on the floor. "I am decent. Have been all my life. But that's one of the nasty habits I noticed about you. You're always cussin' people out at the library. "

"I am not," she laughed.

He liked the laugh and the smile that came with it. Her eyes flashed at him in the candle light.

"You know, you can just call me, Will. It seems like you're kind of, I don't know... maybe a little awkward when I'm around. I think you're really nice and quite pretty. Sorry if I'm being a little forward."

He focused his eyes on her face. "I think you've got...." He reached out as though to move a stray hair or a piece of fluff or something on her face, then pulled her glasses off her face. She tried to grab them back. Her jaw was set. He could see her anger. She was so back and forth.

He laughed. She lunged at the glasses he was holding away from her and he toppled over, the blanket opening as she fell on top of him. He could see the shock in her eyes and was about to apologize, but he smiled instead at the way her face had gone blank, just inches from his own.

"You have the most beautiful green eyes, you know."

She sat up and pulled her sweater around herself tightly, abandoning the glasses. He sat back up beside her, suddenly feeling bolder.

"Want to play a little poker?" He went twice a year with his friends to Vegas. Poker was his game.

 

[Makitsu_Trinity]

His antics frustrated her, but all frustration melted away as she found herself staring into his eyes. She barely heard his comment, and when it did register, she couldn't help but be blown away with shock. She recoiled, frustrated once more.

With his offer to play poker, she looked at him, rather embarrassed. "I.. I've never really been one for cards, but if you can bare with a rookie, teach me how to play, I might manage a few hands."

 

[gentledemands]

He reached over and touch her face. He was surprised that instead of pulling away she pushed her cheek against the palm of his hand.

Will smiled. "Sure. I'd love to teach you."

He let the words hang in the air. He actually felt a little flutter in his chest. He never felt that.

"So, what do we play for? I'm down to a blanket and a pair of shorts. How about we play for items of clothing. You have to lose twice to have to take off an article, but I lose with each loss."

 

[Makitsu_Trinity]

Amelia couldn't explain why, but suddenly she felt a little bolder.

"Now that doesn't seem very fair." She looked down at her over-dressed form. "I'll give you two options and you pick which one sounds best to you." There was a mischievous glint to her features. Somehow she knew she wanted to step out of her shell for him. Holding up her fingers, she ticked off the options. "One: We switch the roles, you lose a piece every other loss, or two: I undress to match yourself, keeping enough to equal a blanket."

 

[gentledemands]

He laughed. "Let me think about that for a minute," he said. He took a pen and a piece of paper and scribbled down the order of the ranking of hands and explained what the one's she might not understand were, marking them as simply as he could.

"Amelia, do you remember when I brought you that single red rose? I meant that. I think there might be some potential between us."

He leaned toward her and waited expectantly for a kiss, which never came. He wasn't sure what the hell she was doing, but she had offered to remove clothing. He decided to play the game. He knew that since it was so cold and the rain was so persisent, he'd somehow have to talk her into bed or he'd end up freezing to death. Even if it was simply body heat, he would need her near him tonight.

"All right. How about you strip down so we're matched, but remember. All I have is a blanket and a my boxers. Do we count that as two articles of clothing? If you're being honest and have never played, I'll still do it two hands to one, and you strip to match me. Maybe bra and panties? We can count that as two pieces of clothing. If that works for you, you have to strip for me in the light of the fire."

 

[Makitsu_Trinity]

Amelia tried to follow as he explained the game, still dubious, but curious enough to go through with the deal. Obediently, she rose, her cheeks a dusky rose color as she slowly unbuttoned her jeans and slid them down her pale legs, dropping them in a pool at her feet. Before removing her shirt, however, she ran to the bedroom and nabbed the comforter off of the queen size mattress. Laying it over the nearest chair, she slowly lifted her giant sweater over her head, leaving her in nothing but her white tank top and her bright pink panties and bra. She hesitantly lifted the top over her head and dropped it on top of her other clothes in a heap then snatched the blanket and clutched it close around her before unhooking her bra and tossing it out from under the blanket.

She settled back onto the floor, her blush deepening as she got closer to him. "There, we are even."

 

[gentledemands]

He dealt first. Two draws of three cards was what they had agreed to. She struggled to pick up the cards while clutching the comforter close. His eyes kept flashing between her eyes and where her breasts were covered by the heavy, stuffed comforter. He could tell by the look in her eyes that she was about to panic.

He picked up his cards. Shit! A full house... eights and fives. He knew if he won she'd probably bail out. He kept one of each and tossed three. She took three as well. He drew two more fives and a three. He kept the three and tossed the two fives back.

She took two. He drew a queen and a ten.

"What have you got."

She frowned. "A pair of Jacks?"

He check the cards. "Yep. Crap. I lose."

Will stood up, tossed the heavy wool blanket on a chair and looked at her.

She grinned. "I thought you said you were cold."

He smiled, put his thumbs in the band of his boxers and pushed them off. His half-swollen cock was at her eye level. He loved the look on her face. She was staring at his cock and his recently shaved balls. He grabbed the blanket and pulled it back around himself laughing. Her pale white skin had turned to red patches.

"It's your turn to deal, Amelia."

 

[Makitsu_Trinity]

Clumsily, she did so, following his example, feeling a bit odd, but not wanting to give him an excuse to leave. She held her hand close to her face, examining the cards, not even sure what she held. It was hard to see in the dim light and she bit her lip feeling foolish.

Slowly, she felt the flush from earlier fading, but she couldn't help casting him a dubious glance every few minutes, embarrassed, yet intrigued at seeing him in so intimate a way. She had never witnessed anything like it before, keeping herself sheltered when her parents wouldn't anymore. She sighed, rubbing her eyes after a few more minutes. Though she wasn't really tired, the low light of the fire was hard on her poor vision when she was trying to concentrate.

 

[gentledemands]

Will grew tired of the game. The fire was starting to die and he was getting cold again.

"Amelia. I'm sorry. I'm going to freeze if I stay out here any longer. I have to go to bed, but I need you to come with me. I need your body heat. I'm sorry, but if you won't lie down with me, I'm likely to get very ill."

He stood, his cock swinging as he pulled her to her feet. He grabbed his blanket and her quilt, and pulled her toward the bedroom. The sheet was still on the bed. He pulled it down and turned to the young woman. Amelia looked wonderful. Pale skin, long black hair—she had a far nicer body than he'd imagined and bigger breasts. All she was wearing were her panties and bra. When he tried to get her into the bed she started to resist. He grabbed her arm and pulled her roughly to him, looking down into her eyes with fervent resolve. He could see she was a little scared. He decided to use it to his advantage.

"Now listen, Amelia. I'm not going to hurt you, but you will sleep with me tonight to keep me warm. I can't stay awake much longer. It's just . . . necessary. Now, get in the fucking bed!"

He pushed her hard. She fell onto the far side of the bed and crawled under the sheet. He tossed the blanket on, followed by the quilt, and climbed in beside her, totally naked. She rolled on her side, facing away from him with her knees pulled up toward her chest. He could feel her shaking. Will put his arm over her waist and pulled in close. He closed his eyes. She was so soft. So warm. He felt his cock start to grow as it pressed against her ass and lower back. He knew she must have felt it growing against her as well. His eyes and body fought against his sexual desire and won. He couldn't help deny his exhaustion any longer. He closed his eyes and fell asleep with Amelia in his arms.