Chapter 40
“Gen?” his voice called from the other side of the door.
“Just a minute. Geez, give a girl a break,” she laughed as she washed her hands. She opened the door and found him sitting anxiously on the edge of the bed, lit candles spread around and two glasses of champagne beside him on the nightstand. “Wow! You did all this in the sixty seconds I was in there? I’m impressed.”
John smiled eagerly, “So?”
She held the test in her hand behind her back. “It takes a minute, be patient.” She smiled, though she was nervous and impatiently awaiting the outcome herself. “Champagne? What if it’s not what you’re expecting?”
He stepped forward and kissed her tenderly, “Doesn’t really matter, either way we’re celebrating, right?” He reached behind her and took it from her hand. “What are we looking for here?”
“Depends on what you want it to say, I guess.”
“What do you want to see?”
“Um, honestly? A pink line would be my preference.” She leaned forward to see what he already knew, but he pulled it away.
“What’s the other option?”
Her eyes went wide with shock, “Ah…uh…um…pink plus,” she stuttered.
He stood there smiling at her, holding on to it, but not letting her see.
“Johnny!” she whined, “Tell me what it says!”
John scooted back on the bed and grinned at her teasingly. He patted the spot next to him, urging her to have a seat.
She giggled and sat beside him. “Tell me!” she pleaded.
“Congratulations,” he leaned over to kiss her soft and lovingly, and grabbed the glasses, handing her one.
She eyed him expectantly.
He held it up the pregnancy test in one hand, the champagne in the other, clinking the glasses together in a toast. “Congratulations Genevieve,” he smiled happily, “we aren’t pregnant.”
She sighed with relief and saw him do the same, but underneath it all she felt the slightest bit of sadness for what she might be missing, she got the notion that she detected the same in him. She thought about Stacey and how happy she seemed with her family, ‘Someday’ she thought to herself.
As if he were reading her thoughts, he kissed her again even more adoringly then whispered in her ear, “Maybe someday, Genevieve, you will be.”
His statement, like so many others he’d made, astounded her. He'd said it like he understood what every woman must go through in a situation like this- immense actual relief, laced with a hint of sadness for some unfulfilled part of her life. What's more, this sounded like he was headed for a real relationship, which was great when they were together, but hell when they were apart.
After taking the final swallow from his glass, he leaned over the side of the bed and the distinctive sound of shifting ice cubes could be heard. “You know the best part?” he said with a grin, “Now you can have another.” He brought the dripping wet bottle up from the ice bucket on the floor and refilled her glass. “But of course, now it means-“ he pulled open the nightstand drawer and took out the box of Trojans, “this is the bad part,” he smiled deviously.
She found him to be so endearing right now; he was cute, sexy, romantic, and in love with her. What more could she ask for? She kissed him with all the passion that she felt for him. She took the champagne glass from his hand and returned them both to the nightstand, then reached for his t-shirt and pulled it over his head. In a sudden burst of energy from being relieved of worry, she exclaimed, “C’mon baby, I’m tired of waiting. Let’s GO!” She then pulled off her own shirt and shimmied out of her skirt while Johnny watched, eagerly. “Well…”she laughed as she saw him watching her, “Get to work! I ain’t doin’ it all!”
John was taken aback, “What?” he gasped, barely able to control his own laughter. “You’re pretty goofy for only two glasses of champagne.”
“You heard me. Get to work. Off with ‘em,” she smiled, looking at his pants. “I’m not drunk, I just don’t want to waste any time! We’ve got a long night ahead of us.”
He giggled along with her, but complied, then pulled the sheets back and slid his bare body between them. “Let’s get down to business!” he grinned.
“Now that’s more like it!” she smiled and snuggled in beside him.
Attacking her with kisses, his hands anxiously traveled the length of her body. “We’re not hurrying anything else though, you got that?”
Gen nodded in agreement.
He pushed the sheets away giving him a full view of her, then grabbed his glass of champagne and took a drink. He held the glass to her lips and gave her a drink as well. As he moved the glass from her mouth, he danced his tongue along her champagne soaked lips savoring her soft sighs. He took another drink and moved lower, leaving a trail of cool champagne moistened skin in his wake. His lips found her breast and kissed each tenderly. He took another small sip, not swallowing, but holding the chilled fizzy liquid in his mouth as he took her nipple between his lips. He felt her fidget beneath him as he immersed her in the unfamiliar sensation. Judging by her giggling gasp when he did it, she’d never had this done to her before. He took yet another drink and did it once again before setting his glass back down.
“Did you like that?”
“Oh god, yes!” she sighed breathlessly.
After a while of this teasing, she pulled him back to her for more kisses. “What are you gonna do to warm me up?” she asked holding him tightly in her arms as much to absorb the incredible heat emanating from his body as to feel the strength of it.
He refilled his glass offering her some more too. “You’ll see,” he smiled, moving slowly along her body, grabbing more ice on the way down. He rolled the ice chip around in his mouth and kissed his way down her body. In this heightened state of sensation, it didn’t take long at all. She relaxed her arched back and pulled at his shoulders returning him to her. She wanted to switch places with him, to return the favor, when he stopped her by putting his hand on her hip and breathed in her ear, “No don’t. I want you now, Genevieve.” He reached for a foil wrapped packet on the nightstand.
She welcomed him enthusiastically, her fingers squeezing his strong tattooed biceps as she pulled him closer, but still not close enough to make her happy. The desire to permeate his being, his core, occupied her every thought until that final moment of ecstasy when their singular wholeness finally overwhelmed her. Once again, she committed every expression and movement he made to memory. The way he clenched his perfect teeth and squinted right before his mouth fell open and he looked at her with eyes that saw through to her essence, it was all stored away in her mind for future reference. She figured that soon, when she was back home and he was off in Europe, she’d want to relive this moment, so every detail mattered tremendously.