Authors: Cheryl, Lynda,
Rating: PG-13
Summary: See part one
Home Again, Home Again
Lynda’s part:
Lee had meant to wake up in the middle
of the night on the afternoon when Francine had interrupted Amanda and him.
Being on his feet all day had worn him out, and he never "remembered"
to wake up, snoozing well past seven. They had to pack and leave the hotel,
then catch their plane at eleven o’clock. No way to sneak in any private time.
The plane trip was just as bad. He had
hoped to sneak in a little fun, but Francine’s seat was sandwiched between
theirs. They managed a few loving stares when Francine flopped her head back
for a nap, but that was it. Both of them having to use the restroom would raise
Francine’s suspicions, so they waited in frustrated silence the entire trip,
both unable to rest due to their complaining libidos. It was hard, each having
their mate so close by.
Lee and Amanda spent the rest of the
day in the Q Bureau, filling out their reports on what had happened in
California. Desperate as she was for Lee’s touch, Amanda was all business until
hers was typed and finished.
"Done Scarecrow, how about
you?" Amanda said, looking at her mate, who merely frowned at her. The
frown turned into a pouty lip for a moment before Lee looked down at his report
again.
"I’ll never finish this. Without
help," Lee complained. He checked his watch. It was already half past four
"Give me what you have and I’ll
type it up so we can go home," Amanda walked the three steps to his desk
and took the three pages he handed her.
"Home to our separate homes, you
mean, right?" Lee asked, disappointedly.
"Oh, no, I took the precaution of
telling Mother that I’d be editing all night after our little ‘shoot.’ So it’s
your place." Amanda said.
"And I can do anything I
want?" Lee asked hopefully.
"Almost…anything…trust me, I need
it too," Amanda said in a low voice as she gave him a mischievous wink.
"I like the sound of that,"
he said, giving her hand a gentle squeeze.
"Then back to work before we get
too distracted," Amanda ordered, returning to her desk.
"Oh, yes ma’am," Lee said, a
smile now on his face.
"I need food," Amanda said
to Lee even as they stood in the foyer of his apartment, peeling each other’s
clothes off. They had been stuck at the office until six.
"I need you worse." Lee did
not stop unbuttoning her blouse.
"I need you too, but,"
Amanda couldn’t finish her lament because Lee kissed her.
"Don’t worry, love, I’m not going
to rush this, but, clothing tends to slow things down." He kissed her
behind the ear and then lavished attention on the softness of her throat, at
the same time sneaking a hand inside her blouse to caress her right breast,
still encased beneath the material of her bra.
Amanda worked his shirt off his
shoulders as she enjoyed the affections of her husband. His suit coat had been
the first thing off when they’d walked in. After that, Lee had made sure to
lock the door. She was ready to rip his shirt off; Lee had her feeling so
delicious.
There was a knock at the door. Amanda
reflexively covered up. Lee straightened his shirt but didn’t button it.
"Lee, what’s going on? Who could
that be?" Amanda asked.
"It’s okay. I ordered Chinese
before we left, since I knew you’d be hungry and I didn’t have any groceries
because we were in California," Lee said calmly. "Just wait in the
bedroom…I don’t want to have to do all that work again."
"Okay," Amanda whispered and
did as he asked.
A few minutes later, Lee had emptied
the boxes of food onto several plates and lined them up on the table, so they
could eat buffet style. He opened a bottle of soda as well, hoping the caffeine
would help keep him awake so that he could attain the evening’s goal.
"Amanda? ‘Manda, you can come out
now, the delivery guy’s been gone a while," Lee called back to the
bedroom. He thought it odd she hadn’t come out when he closed the door. Then
again, it could just as easily have been Billy standing in the hallway. He
didn’t care if Billy saw him half dressed…the section chief would think it was
the girl of the week inside. But for Amanda’s sake, his bedroom was a much
safer option, just in case.
"Oh, I thought this might
happen," Lee sighed. He had given Amanda a moment or two and went to check
on her. Finding his wife firmly asleep in the middle of his bed was no great
shock. She’d worked hard all day and was probably as jet lagged as he was. He
didn’t have the heart to wake her up for sex. Sighing, he went to get his
dinner before it got cold. He could watch TV until she got up.
Next ? Who wants to take our
frustrated couple on another interruption? I
can't wait to see where and who you have interrupt them.
Disclaimer: Scare and Mrs. King
and its characters belong to WB and Shoot
the Moon Productions. No infringement is intended. This is written
for
entertainment purposes only. Please do not redistribute or reproduce this
story without our permission.
Authors: Cheryl,...........
Rating: NC-l7
Summary: After marriage, but still a secret. Lee and Amanda have
trouble
finding some 'quality' time alone together.
Interruptions
Cheryl's part:
Finally, Lee Stetson thought to himself, he was finally going to be able to
spend some time alone with his wife. They'd spent the evening having
dinner
in China Town and enjoying the sights. Amanda had wanted to buy souvenirs
for the boys and Dotty on Fisherman's Wharf, now they were on their way back
to their hotel room.
It had been weeks since he and Amanda had been able to spend any time
together alone. If it wasn't one thing, it was another. First
Amanda had
been sick with a cold, then the first night they thought they would be able
to spend together turned into a circus, with Phillip having forgotten to
tell Amanda he needed new school supplies. Then Dotty had lost her
driver's
license, which necessiated everyone helping to find it. Afterwards,
they'd
just ended up kissing goodnight with him leaving for his apartment. The
very next morning, Billy told them about a case in San Francisco, that he,
Amanda and Francine would be covering. They'd quickly packed for their
trip
and checked into the hotel. Francine's room was across the hall from
Amanda's and Lee's was right next door to Amanda's, a connecting room.
Tonight, everything had been wrapped up, the perpetrators were in
custody.
The three of them were booked on a morning flight back to DC and Francine
told them she was going shopping, that she was going to take this
opportunity to add to her wardrobe. Amanda had declined the invitation to
go with her and said that she wanted to try and see some of the sights
before leaving the city. Lee then made up a story about attempting to
look
up an old friend in the city.
Lee put the key in the lock and opened the door and turned on the light.
Amanda entered the room and dropped the packages on the dresser, before she
was able to turn around, Lee encircled her waist with his hands, his lips
caressing her neck. "I've missed you," she said as she leaned
back into his
embrace.
"I want you," Lee murmured into her ear as he sucked gently on the
lobe and
kneaded her breasts through her blouse. The erection he had been having a
hard time controlling all evening surged forth, his pants feeling tighter
and tighter. Amanda turned in his arms and brought her lips to his in a
passionate kiss. Their hands were all over each other's bodies, he let
out
a low moan when she brushed her hand along his hardened penis.
Buttons were undone and Lee unfastened her bra. His lips quickly latched
onto an erect nipple, while his thumb and index finger teased the other.
Then he felt her fingertips around his waist as she undid his belt and
unzipped the zipper of his pants. Her hand snaked its way inside his
boxers
to capture his length. He groaned and stepped back hastily shedding the
rest of his clothing. Amanda had taken the opportunity to rid herself of
the rest of her attire, also.
They stood naked before each other a moment, then they were in each others
arms, kissing passionately. Lee's hand, once again, captured her breast,
kneading it. Then he slowly slid his hand down her stomach to the
junction
between her legs. His fingers parted her outer lips and caressed her
swollen pleasure bud.
This time it was going to be quick, later they would make love longer,
savoring each other. But now, all he wanted to do was bury himself deep
inside his wife's hot core. "Make love to me, now," she said as
he felt her
hand on his swollen penis, teasing the tip with her thumb.
They parted and Amanda laid down on the bed, her legs open wide in
invitation, when a knocking sounded at the door. "Amanda, you're not
going
to believe the sales I found," Francine said from the hallway.
Lee put his fingers to his lips telling Amanda not to respond. Another
knock sounded, "open up Amanda, I know you're in there, the desk clerk
said
he saw you return."
Both looking at each other they knew it was futile to not answer, Francine
would never go away. Lee quickly grabbed his clothes and opened the
connecting door to his room and entered, leaving the door open just a bit so
he could see Amanda. Amanda made her way to the bathroom and turned on
the
shower, stepped in, wetting herself. Grabbing a towel and putting it
around
her, she went to open the door. Lee closed the connecting door and put
his
ear against it.
"Francine, I was in the shower, what you want?"
"Amanda, you're not going to believe the sale I found at a boutique, 75
percent off of designer originals. I just have to show you want I
bought.
I also thought you might want to go back to the shop with me, I mean you
can't pass this sale up," Francine said as she dropped a huge bag
onto the
bed, then turned and saw a wet and flushed Amanda. "Oh...I'm sorry
you were
in the shower. Are you feeling all right, you're flushed?"
"I'm fine Francine, the water was very hot," Amanda replied
disappointed
that they'd been interrupted once again.
"Okay, I know you were sick last week, I didn't want you to have a
relapse,"
Francine said as she unpacked her bags. "Look at this dress, isn't
it
beautiful, and this one...."
Lee heard the conversation and realized Francine was not going to be leaving
anytime soon, so he decided to go lle down on the bed, hoping his erection
would go away, if not, it looked like he was going to have to take a cold
shower. He'd get Francine for this interruption, someday, somehow, he
would
return the favor. Knowing that his wife was next door, naked with nothing
but a towel around herself was not helping. With that thought, he decided
to take the cold shower.
Next ? Who wants to take our frustrated couple on another
interruption? I
can't wait to see where and who you have interrupt them.
Cheryl