The Moose, the Tree, and the Irish Writer

When they arrived back at the house they took their purchases in and started putting them away. Is als already after noon and Tabby had put the kettle on while they worked. They sat down and had a cup of tea and ate some sandwiches she hadn’t even noticed that Viggo had bought for them.

Viggo reached across the table after they were finished and squeezed her hand. “Tabby…I am glad you are here…really I am…I have to say though tI amI am feeling a bit unstable right now…unsure of myself.” He admitted.

“What do you mean?” She asked.

“Ever since I met you it seems my world has tilted somewhat and I haven’t been able to find my feet yet. I know we haven’t even known each other a week yet, but…I…” Viggo was unsure if he should finish this now.

“We haven’t known each other a week but what?” She prompted with her green eyes sparkling.

Viggo knew he had to say it…he couldn’t say it in English though. He took a deep breath and said it quickly, “Táim i ngrá leat.” Then everything he was feeling seemed to fall in order…it clicked. He had fn inn in love with her the moment he saw her.

She looked at him, she knew what he said in Gaelic and it took her a moment. He had said he had fallen in love with her. She smiled at him.

“I love you.” He repeated in English softly.

She smiled. “Gráim thú.” She said reverently. (I love you, too.)

He stood then pulling her into his arms. He took her mouth quickly, one hand tangling into her hair scattering pins onto the kitchen floor. She could feel his heat and strength as he plunged her deeper into the kiss, demanding every drop of sweetness her mouth could provide. Her body reacted like her blood was on fire. A slow ache began growing in the center of her being and seeping all over her body. She moaned softly which drove him even deeper still. Finally his mouth left her lips and slid down her chin to her throat, each place his lips touched her skin it was set ablaze. Her hands had wound themselves into his hair and she realized she was breathing in short shuddering breaths.

His hands had left her haid wed were traveling along her face, her jaw as his lips left her throat and kissed her face. Soft like butterfly wings fluttering he kissed her cheeks, her chin, her nose, and her closed eyes. She was exquisite and she was his.

He whispered against her ear. “Tá tú go h-álainn, grá mo chroí.” (You are beautiful, love of my heart.)

She sighed as he nipped at her ear lobe…his hands traveled down her back to her waist and then slowly back up her sidesil hil his thumbs met the curve of her breasts. She sucked in a breath as his fingers traced the soft swell. She was trembling now under his touch and when his fingers brushed against her nipple her gasp ripped through him, the sound of it, the sensation of her body arching against his almost made his knees buckle.

Then he turned slightly and swept her into his arms and began carrying her through the house to his room…their room.

Once inside he kicked the door closed and set her down. He pulled her back to him and kissed her again, his breath hitching inside his chest each time she moaned or gasped. He had never felt such need before, and he wanted to take her quickly but he also wanted this time, this first time to be perfect. Perfect, like her.

Slowly he pushed her sweater off her shoulders until it fell to the floor…then he caressed her arms through the soft material of her dress. His hands slid to her neckline and slowly began opening the buttons that ran down the length of her dress. Each button undone revealed soft porcelain skin that he tasted with his lips and tongue. Each time eliciting a wondrous sigh from her that set his blood boiling.

Once he unbuttoned the dress to her waist he pushed the dress down her shoulders and let it slip silently to the floor. Now she was in front of him in just a bra, panties, and high heel shoes which she stepped out of. Her hands were then on his collar, unbuttoning his shirt and her soft hands slipping inside the material to feel the hard warmth there. She pushed the shirt off his shoulders and then he pulled her close again. His mouth descending upon hers again was making everything turn golden behind her eyes. Her hands tugged at his waistband and finally he slid his own hands there and his pants were soon in a puddle at his feet. He worked her bra off and once her breasts were freed he whispered, “God, you are so beautiful.”

Her breastt pet perfectly in his palms and no longer able to resist, he lowered his head and tasted them. She moaned, deep in her throat and whispered I love you in Gaelic again. “Gráim thú, Viggo.”

He picked her up and carried her to the bed laying her down gently. He kissed her softly on the lips and then kissed down her body until he came to her stomach. She gasped when his tongue darted into her belly button and his hands slid her panties off. When she lifted her hips allowing him to pull them off he had to bite his lip and clamp down on his col. l. Then he stood up and quickly removed his boxers before lying down beside her again. He craved the feel of her soft skin against his.

“You are so beautiful, so soft, so lovely.” He whispered between kisses that traveled down her chest. When his hand moved down across her stomach, he felt her arch and he smiled against her skin. His hand moved lower to the juncture of her legs, he cupped her lightly, she was damp and hot and he groaned when she arched up toward his touch again. Slowly he slid his fingers down until she gasped when he touched her most sensitive spot. His mouth found her breast again and began teasing her nipple with teeth and tongue as his fingers moved below. She was arching against him again with soft whimpering sounds coming from her throat. Then her body stiffened slightly as sudden waves of pleasure captured her, she called out his name and then stilled against him. Her mind left in a pleasurable fog. He kissed her lips and then moved to settle himself between her thighs.

She whispered, “Please.” And he smiled.

She was so small, so deliciously tight; it used every ounce of willpower to not thrust greedily into her. Instead he moved slowly, torturously slow until he was sheathed inside of her warmth. She wrapped her arms and legs around him and arched up so that he could fill her even more fully and then he began to move. Slowly at first until she looked up at him and said, “Pe, Ve, Viggo, faster.” He did exactly as she asked moving faster and faster as her body gripped around him. Her next climax spiked through her like lightening and she screamed out his name and several words in Gaelic he didn’t recognize. Viggo was feeling his control slip as her body convulsed around him and then he felt himself explode within her. He collapsed on top of her breathing heavily and then rolled to the side and gathered her close against him. He kissed her temple. “I love you.” He whispered.

“I love you too.” She said back rubbing her hand along his shoulder.

The afternoon sun was streaming into the room, but both of them slipped into sleep.
When she wup Vup Viggo was watching her. “Hi.” He said softly, reaching out to brush a wayward curl from her cheek.

“Mmmm how long have you been watching me sleep?” She asked stretching.

“Not too long…I imagine that Sean and Orlando will be back soon though.” He said softly.
suppsuppose we should go start dinner then. You know we spend an awful lot of time in the kitchen.” She said laughing then.

“Yes, seems we do.” He agreed. He got up and grabbed his boxers and put them on. She watched him and he turned looking at her.

“What?” He asked as he tugged on his jeans.

“You have an amazing body.” She said smiling as he handed her panties to her.

“So do you.” He said handing her bra to her as well.

He grabbed his shirt and walked out the door putting it on. She finished getting dressed and went downstairs.