A Weekend’s Entertainment

Lara Clair


Vincent held Catherine in his arms as they reclined in the midday sunlight on her balcony. It was one of his rare weekend visits in which he would stay with her throughout the day. At first these visits were somewhat awkward for him, but lately, he had relaxed enough to enjoy them for what they were - precious moments with his beloved Catherine.

Catherine was feeling relaxed as well, especially today. The sun was shining, the temperature perfect. She sighed contentedly, loving the feel of Vincent next to her. She smoothed her hand down the arm of the lounge they were reclining on, thankful she had found it just a few weeks before. She remembered with pleasure the look on Vincent's face the first time he had seen it, and even more the pleasure they had both felt when they had used it together the first time.

She captured his hand, first intertwining their fingers, then breaking free to rest his hand on top of her palm. She gently ran her fingers over his, loving the feel of his hair, the inherent power - and gentleness - that was contained in them. She pressed her palm to his, marvelling at the difference in size, and the way their body temperature became one, to the point where she didn't know where his skin ended, and hers began.

"So beautiful," she murmured. Vincent said nothing, though she knew that inwardly he was protesting. He still couldn't believe she meant what she said. She wished there was a way to communicate to him that she did.

"Did I ever tell you about this guy I knew in college?" she asked after a few moments had passed. "He had a condition - I can't remember the name of it - something or other. He had excess body hair...covered head to toe with hair...dark brown, in his case."

She could tell Vincent was intrigued as he digested this information. "Was he...unhappy? Did they...treat him badly?"

"No, not at all. He used to go out on the quad and take off his shirt to sunbathe. The guys would tease him a little, but the girls loved it." Vincent gave her a startled look. "Yeah...they used to ask him if they could stroke his body."

"They did?"

"Yeah. A lot of the girls found it very sexy - they'd practically drag him off to their dorm room and line up in order to have their way with him." Catherine almost laughed; she could tell that Vincent's mind was really churning over this piece of information. He stilled; a new thought occurred to him.

"Did you...touch him?"

"Of course."

"Catherine!"

"Well, I was curious. I wanted to see what it felt like."

Vincent's voice took on a husky tone. He was curious too. "And did you...like it?"

Catherine smiled. "Yeah, I did. It felt strange, but nice. And definitely," she paused a beat, "sexy."

She felt the wave of emotion from him and knew what it was, but had to ask him the question anyway: "Are you jealous?"

"Yes!" He choked out, his tone partly serious, partly lighthearted.

"Well, you shouldn't be. The guy was a real Lothario."

"And how exactly is that supposed to help me not be jealous?"

Catherine laughed at his droll question. "I see your point." She played with his fingers some more. "I wonder what would happen if you stripped off your shirt in the middle of the quad? I'd bet the girls would be all over you in a second. Lining up at the dorm..."

"...to have their way with me?" Vincent finished her sentence. "Sounds...intriguing."

"Vincent!"

"Are you jealous?"

It was Catherine's turn to be partly amused, and partly serious. "Yes!"

Vincent's tone became very playful. "You don't need to be - I'd be sure to put you at the head of the line."

"At the head of the line...Vincent!" she squeeked in mock outrage, "There are no lines where I'm concerned."

Vincent smiled at her, his adoration plain. "I know - I was just teasing you a little."

She angled her body to face him and placed her hand on his chest, regarding him with curiosity.

"I must say, I'm surprised at you...I've never seen this side of you before...and I like it." She paused. "What brought this on?"

"You did. You give me the courage to try new things...take more risks." He watched her, the wonder he felt about her filling his eyes. "It's one of the things I love about you."

She smiled, then reached up and gave him a quick kiss. She wrapped her arm around him and hugged him, loving the feel of his broad chest against her body. He paused - she raised her head to meet his gaze - and asked her quietly, "Catherine...would you like to see me?"

Catherine stilled, her heart beginning to race. Vincent was willing to cross a line for her, a line that could lead to...she swallowed, forcing the thought from her mind. They were still making their way slowly, and she knew that pushing him too hard might drive him back into his shell. Better to proceed slowly, letting him dictate the pace. Still, she responded a little breathlessly to his request.

"Yes, Vincent, you know I do...but Vincent...only if you're are comfortable with this."

Vincent felt his heart swell with love. He gently placed a kiss on one cheek, then the other. "Let's go inside." He rose, took her by the hand, leading her through the French doors and to her bedroom. He had her sit on the edge of the bed, then stepped away from her. He began to unfasten the ties of his shirt.

Catherine made herself maintain control. Their day had been so perfect, so relaxed. If she overreacted, she could spoil it for them both. She tried to focus on something else, to be analytical. She watched as he pulled off his top shirt, then the one underneath. She saw his hand stray to his belt buckle, then pull away. It was for the best, she thought. He was probably as aroused as she was. The best he could offer her today was the sight of his nude upper body.

And what an offering! She drank in the sight of him: the golden hair that coated his pectorals, swirling down in a V shape across his abdomen, to disappear beneath his trousers. His forearms were heavily coated, but it grew more and more sparse as it traveled up past his elbows, to disappear completely, leaving bare, golden hued skin. His musculature was not overdone, but still well defined. He was so beautiful she thought she would cry.

She was thankful that Vincent allowed her all the time she needed to see him. She heard her voice croak out, "Could you...could you turn around?" He obliged her, allowing her to see the broad expanse of his back. Again she could find no fault in him. His muscles rippled, coated with slightly darker fur which covered his back, again trailing down to his pants. He turned to face her again, his head tilted to the side as he awaited her verdict.

The sight was more than she could bear. She silently rose from the bed and quickly crossed the space that separated them. She slipped her arms around his waist and pressed her face against his chest. Her hands splayed across his back, her fingers threading their way through his hair over and over.

"Vincent! You are so beautiful - more beautiful than I imagined." Vincent wrapped her in his arms, his eyes filled with desire, but laced with mirth.

"And how do I compare to that other man?"

"You are definitely more attractive - trust me!"

He laughed at her as he placed a kiss on her forehead. She had started stroking his chest and arms over and over. He wanted to distract her soon, before she distracted him further!

Catherine felt him peer over her shoulder. "Vincent, what are you doing?"

"Oh, just looking for the line."

"Vincent!" she said, laughing. The mood had been broken. She added mock outrage to her voice. "And I was going to make you tea! You'll be lucky to get a glass of water now!"

"Tea sounds so nice - are you sure you want to punish me?" he murmured, his tone cajoling.

Catherine couldn't stop herself. He really was lovely. "Oh, I'll make it." She turned and headed for the kitchen, but not before pausing at the door for one last look at her man; then she disappeared.

Vincent reached for his garments. He straightened when he thought he heard a faint, but jubilant "YES!" float in from the kitchen. A smile spread across his face. Yes, he had made his Catherine very happy today!

 

The End