Time Beyond A Dream

Chapter 20-London Sean & Catherine

The burnt down DRI building was skeletal in the new light of the day. The flame burns with colors. Catherine never thought it would. Even from across the street, it's like a bonfire. 

They have been rescued after spending a couple of minutes in hell. Even with her ability, the smoke was their enemy. The rescue was a code black, and the rescuer has more subjects to extract after them. Luckily, it doesn't stop them from getting them all. They were suspended from the bottom in harnesses, the craziest ride ever, but they get every one of them.

The house was welcoming from the open door to the wide hallway. Upon the sides were the photographs of his childhood, so loved by his parents. The floor was an old-fashioned parquet with a blend of deep homely light nude, and the walls were the dark greens of summer gardens meeting a bold white baseboard. The banister was a twirl of a branch, tamed by the carpenter's hand, its grain flowing as water might, in waves of comforting woodland hues. Under the lamp-shine, it was nature's art, something that soothed right to the soul. She did not expect that. She thought Sean was a bachelor pad of guy but; she was wrong. 

“I need to clean up, this shirt stink, where is your bathroom?” She hissed, making him laugh and point towards the guest suite.

“I'll show you the guest room instead,” as they walked in Catherine's vision was blurry, her mind swirling into oblivion incoming unconsciousness. She was beyond tired. All she wants was a nice bath and a good rest.

“Here, just call me whenever you need comfort, okay? I'll be right next to you, just knock on my door anytime,” He said and cracked a smile and pulled her inside the room.

His eyes revealed a gentle concern. He laid his hand on her shoulder, he added smirking.” If you require more than comfort, who I am to ignore your request?” The rumor was in his voice and was hopeful. After the incident Sean's still looked as handsome as ever, Catherine thought were running out of control, with his prominent jaw curved around and the strength of his neck showed in the twining cords of muscle that shaped his entire body. She scolded herself for thinking too much of his flirting.

“Hell no! Thanks' for the offer, but no, thanks!” She responded with a little sneered. She then ignored him as she went inside. Sean glanced over, the corners of his lips fighting a smile, his eyebrows raised. Catherine looked away before that mischievous look of his spread. She swears that man's exuberance for trouble was contagion. But before she can strengthen her resolve to be aloof, she has already glanced back. In a few seconds, that pirate grin of his was on her face too, and she knows he meant something more than just flirting.

She knew she was in trouble from the first day she saw him, mischief lurking in his lips and eyes. It was there to see the fall leaves in the park. What else was she going to do but fall in love with him? Wasn't that what teenager was all about? The giggle rolled about the room like a child's spinning top, vibrant and heartwarming as it moved around the people in its chaotic way. It came in fits and bursts —

The bedroom was furnished on an ample budget. It was full of more warmth than she had seen in many years. On the back wall was a mural, a tree with every color of fall leaf imaginable, and a few more besides. On the crude pine, the bed was a hand-embroidered orange cover.

The bathroom had an earthy feel. The walls were large format tiles of white honed travertine and the floor was made of dull silver tiles. The vanities were of dark wood and the counters were brilliant white quartz. There was no doubt she will stay here longer. A huge walk-in shower with two over-sized shower heads with a fluffy towel arranged. 

First Catherine washed her hands with the Cinnamon soap. Once she's indulged herself in sandalwood, Arabian fragrances, pastel, and lavish at the same time. 

She slides down into the tub, letting it block out the surrounding sounds.

Sean man trailed kisses along Catherine's shoulder and down to the ridges of her breast, leaving her skin on fire with needs along his chosen path. Her head fell back, surrendering more of her flesh to him, a moan escaped from her lips. Images of pleasure to come, flooded her mind, his body on top of her, teasing, caressing, touching. What could she do with his hands? With his tongue? She clenched her thighs together. 

She wanted his touch, his dominance wanted to writhe beneath him. A frigid breeze from the window washed over their bodies, living goosebumps along her heated flesh. The sensory diversion brought her back to reality. The door was open anyone could listened within the distance. She pushed her palms against his chest but he was rooted. She muttered. Her voice coming out breathy and faded, "What if, someone hears us?"

Sean's lips pulled into a wicked grin, his eyes dancing in the shade and feined innocence, "Why darling? Are you planning on making a noise?" We could always try to be quiet right?, Because we are not moving from this spot, not until I have tasted you, lick you, and made you scream for more."

She shuddered hard, electricity sparking down her spine. She bit down her lip trying to contain her response, but couldn't stop the mewl of desire that escape her throat.

He smirked. As if reading her mind. His head came back down to her flesh, and she realizes how much he had held back last night. His touch then had been soft and sweet. Now he was shockingly different altogether. 

Kissing, tasting, and sucking every corner of her flesh as she groaned and writhed. She breathed hard and clawed at his shoulder, arms, and neck in a desperate attempt to pull him closer. Her wet fold vibrated with need and her breast ached feeling heavy and full. But the man didn't relent. Wouldn't touch her where she wanted it most. Instead, he proceeds to tease her flesh nonstop, causing pleasure to build inside her. 

She squirmed restlessly, and finally cried out. "Please...!" She no longer cared if anyone could hear her. She just wanted to come and reach her peak. "...Please."

Her eyes fluttered open, and she woke up suddenly. "Oh my, Did I just had a wet dream?" Discounted but she couldn't help the tingle on her fold. How could such a dream feel so real?

An hour passed, her door open and Catherine appeared with jogging pants and an open-necked pullover, hair still wet “You look good in my shirt by the way.” Winking while making himself comfortable in the living room sofa.” 

“Will you stopped doing that?” She stuttered, feeling every hair on her body stand up from Sean's compliment. She sighed, before meeting his eyes.

“Doing what? Telling the truth?” He remarked with a smirked on his lips. He began walking over to where she was and pulled her into her torso from behind.

“Never mind,” she trailed off, not knowing what else to say to change his ways of flirting.

Sean was silent for a moment before she heard his tongue click in recognition,” But, without the pants, you'll be the death of me.” He remarked. She rolled her eyes and grinned at the same time. 

“You wish.” Her mind stopped focusing on the feelings of Sean's arm around her waist and focused her attention on the fireplace. Silent and minutes passed. What the hell is wrong with the guy? Why is suddenly so sweet and close? She thought.

Then she concentrated all her thought on him with a stern look. Sean smirked down at their proximity, and she began blushing. “We need to have a plan, We don't know what happens to the rest of the team yet, especially to Nathan.” He informed her as his expression became serious.

She bit her lip to stop herself from telling him he doesn't need to think about it so much, but she resisted by walking over to the other side. She guessed Nathan had awoken before their travel to the Land of Nod, and she hoped she was wrong about the fire in the DRI building. Not only that, but she had many doubts and questions, but she refrained herself. Not yet! She pondered. 

Catherine had moved over to the fireplace, a plain wooden overmantel with iron surround patterned with grapes set in the middle of the right-hand wall. It must, she guessed, have been a year since fire was lit in it for warmth. Lost in their thoughts.

Minutes passed, and it's dinner time when they visited the kitchen.

They walked out from the living room to the kitchen when she felt Sean bend down so his lips were in the line with her ear.

“I forgot to tell you how good your a*s looks in that pants tonight. You should wear them more often.” He pulled away, and she looked up at him with an expression of disbelief, blushing from his arrogant smirk.

“Shut up.” She mumbled, pushing him away from her body.

With the goodness in the table, they dug up, creamy mushroom soup, bitter greens salad with tomatoes, peas, rare roast beef slices as thin as paper, noodles in a fresh sauce, cheese that melts on their tongue served with sweet black grapes. She ate with gusto while Sean has indulged himself with the wine bottle, it was the customary green, yet deeper where the red wine sat within. Unlike the bottles in her mom's cellar, it had a shine to it that accentuated the age of the label, time-yellowed with corners that curled.