Heatin’ Up
By Donna and Toni

Fiona was in the church, helping clean up after service when the sound of rain caused her and Father Philip to run outside. "Isn't this absolutely marvelous?" Fiona squealed as she raised her hands to the heavens so she could dance for joy in the shower of warm rain.

"Ha' ye gone daft, woman?" Philip chuckled, smiling as he watched her frolic. In short time, her dress was soaked clean through, and it was molding to her form in a way that he greatly appreciated viewing.

She had a very nice figure, and as Philip felt a particular part of his anatomy responding to the sight, he blushed slightly. He knew they were alone there, with no one else around, so he crossed to her, drew her against him, and kissed her, long and sweet. And just a little more intensely than he usually did, as the feel of her in his arms carried him away a bit.

The rain was coming down harder now, pelting their heads and shoulders, but neither one of them seemed to notice. Ever since their trip to the Legacy House, Philip had been stealing a kiss from her every chance he got. Most of the time she was very cooperative, but there had been occasions she had clouted him good and told to behave himself. Usually he deserved the clout, like when he slipped in the pew beside her while she was praying and interrupted her devotions with a kiss. He half expected her to react that way again, but to his joy, she was kissing him back with just as much
fervor.

With no one around to see it, one of his hands slowly slid down her back to rest on her nicely shaped butt, and he pressed her gently against him there, so she could feel what she was doing to him. Looking deeply into her eyes as the kiss slowly ended, he told her softly, "You're so beautiful, Fiona, and we'll soon be husband and wife. I want you, so much." He could only hope she wanted him as much.

Again he expected a clout for being so forward, but Fiona just looked up at him with her rain soaked face. "And so much the worse for me, aren't I feeling the same way about you?" As their mouths found each other's again, her hand, after several aborted efforts, found it way downwards until it rested on his behind.

Encouraged by her actions, he asked her, in nearly a whisper, "Do ya want to go back to the cottage for a little while?" He knew neither of them would want to do anything in front of the church. He shifted slightly, and his manhood pressed against her again.

She hesitated, and then agreed. Fiona trusted Philip not to go too far, but he was just a man after all. "I ha' the clothing ye sent home with me to mend there. Ye can change out of these wet things and into those."

He nodded, and the twosome walked back to the cottage, hand in hand. His heart was beating a bit faster in anticipation; he hadn't felt this way about a woman since....well, since Ellen. He pushed all thoughts of her out of his mind, as he waited for Fiona to precede him inside. When they were in, he looked at her and asked softly, his voice calmer than he felt, "You're goin' to change too, aren't ya?" His eyes had that deep look again as he looked into hers.


"Of course," she giggled as they made their way in. They had passed all the fae that lived with her, romping like little children in the softer rain that was watering the garden so no one was in the house. "Yer clothes are up in me room," she said, leading the way.

Oh Lord, he thought to himself, could it really be going to happen, finally? He hadn't been with anyone in years...he hadn't wanted anyone, until now. He wondered if his emotions showed in his eyes or on his face as strongly as he felt them.

When they reached her room, he turned to her, his eyes looking deep into hers, and asked, making himself stay calm, "Would ya want to get changed at the same time....in here?" He did not want to force himself on her, but he wanted her more than he could say. At least the erection had gone down partially while they were walking, even if it did threaten to come right back up in the next ten seconds or so.

She swallowed hard. "Philip, my love, as much as I wa' be likin' that, wouldn't it be a most terrible temptation for you? Shouldn't we be waiting till the vows have been said before we go any further?"  But even as she spoke, her hands were hesitantly going up to start undoing the buttons of her blouse.

Even as his eyes were glued to her and what she was doing, he was nodding his head. "Yes, we should," his own hands unbuttoning his shirt as well. They slipped them off at the same time, not saying another word as they looked anxiously into each other's eyes.

As she reached behind herself to undo her bra, he saw her hands trembling and crossed over to her, taking her hands in his own and pressing them to his bare chest, telling her softly, "Fiona...it's all right, if you don't want to. I love you, I don't want you ta ever be afraid of me, or do something just because I'm the man of the house and you feel you have to obey me. Do ya understand? Our relationship has to be a partnership, not with one givin' and one takin' all the time." He felt the erection rise fully as he looked at the way her bra straps were hanging off her shoulders, her breasts partly revealed.

Despite her trembling, he could see consent in her eyes. So, smiling tenderly at her, he reached up and lowered the strap a bit more, until the wet cup of her bra fell off her breast, revealing the lovely sight of her nipple, all puckered up tight and hard. As he reached up to lightly caress that treasure, she shivered and moaned softly. "'Tis nice," she sighed. "'Tis very nice."

He nodded - he was doing a lot of nodding, where words seemed to be failing him today! But as he touched her, he did find his voice again, and said in a near whisper, "Oh yes.....'tis very nice indeed." He did the same on the other side, then reached around her back and did what she had been about to do, since the garment was no longer needed. She let it slide to the floor, and he leaned down and kissed each sweet nipple, murmuring, "You're so beautiful, Fiona....I've never seen anyone so lovely." Since she knew he had been with other women before, the comparison was honest.

When he straightened, he told her, "I'm not going to let ya go any further, though God surely knows I want to, but....if it wouldn't bother you, I'd like to feel your hand on me same as you let me feel mine on yourself." He reached down, opened the button on his pants, and lowered his zipper. He kept his eyes on her to make sure she wasn't being frightened by what he was doing, and slowly pushed down both the pants and his briefs. He was naked to the knees now, and he reached for her hand to bring it to the
erection standing straight out from his body; his eyes asked her to touch him, without the words being said.

With a trembling hand she reached out and touched it. When she started to pull her hand back, he wrapped his hand around hers, closing it down upon his shaft. "I will most likely have to confess this," he chuckled, "but it does feel absolutely incredible." He showed her how to stroke it, telling her that if she kept that up, it would take care of his obvious need, and thus removing any temptation for now. Fiona nodded, and then started to move her hand as instructed. "Won't we be needin' to be shortenin' the engagement after this then?" she asked, mischief in her eyes as she watched the statement on her fiancé’s raptured face.

A light sheen of sweat mixed with the remaining dampness from the rain, as his eyes closed with bliss, and he managed to moan, "Oh, Jesus, I surely hope so!" He continued to moan, his breathing getting heavier as her very talented hand kept it up, and when he knew he was getting close, he gasped, "Oh God, Fiona, just a little harder and faster....that's it, keep it goin' just like that...." Not more than a couple of minutes later, with a groan of pure pleasure, he came; unfortunately, all over her skirt, as she was standing pretty close to him of course. He didn't realize it, as his body started to tremble, and Fiona gently let his softening manhood go and held onto him, guiding him to his knees on the floor as she went with him to keep him from falling.

He laid his head on her shoulder, his tremors slowly disappearing as he regained his strength, until at last he raised his head, looked down, and promptly blushed at the sight of what he'd done. "Jesus, Fiona, I'm so sorry....I didn't mean to mess ya up." He looked at her worriedly with still-dazed eyes.

"No matter," she said as she kissed him tenderly, her bare breasts rubbing lightly against his chest. "It can be washed," she said merrily. "Now we both have something to confess, don't we?"