Cause She's 2,000 Light Years Away (A Mike Dirnt Story), chapter 11
'God, Elle looked mind-blowing tonight, ' Mike thought as he climbed up the stairs to check on Elle. He heard the sound of a hair dryer in process and he walked quietly towards the brightly lit room. Before he pushed the door open wide, he looked at Eleanor. She was wearing an oversize white t-shirt and shorts. The fabric that covered her body enabled him to just make out the firm roundness of her breasts. No way was she wearing a bra. Something inside Mike twisted hotly.
Eleanor clicked off the switch and placed the hair dryer on the desk. He pushed open the door. Eleanor turned and saw him. Her face brightened. "You must be worn out after that concert, huh?"
"Yeah. But what I really want now, is to kiss you," he confessed.
"Oh," she whispered, her face averted. He stared at the tilt of her chin, the river of black hair, the way she held herself, erect and alert.
Without another word, Mike crossed the space between them in a single stride and stood looking down at her. He took her in his arms and crushed her to him His arms still imprisoning her, he bent his head to hers and took her mouth in a hard kiss that sent shock waves through his limbs.
He felt her instant response, the trembling need in her, the way her slim fingers curled into the back of his shirt, opening and closing. Her thighs pressed into him, and he could feel the searing warmth burst from her.
He kissed her long and hard and thoroughly, probing the sweetness of her mouth, feeling the hardness of her nipples against his chest. He half lifted her until her toes barely touched the floor and brought her next to the bed, still standing. His hands slid beneath her loose t-shirt, up her back, stroking the smooth skin, kneading it. She sighed against his mouth and he drew her heated body hard against his. And then he froze.
"Mike? What is it?"
"I don't have any... Protection," he said suddenly sober.
But she only smiled. "It's okay."
He eyed her suspiciously. "Are you... " But Eleanor silenced him with a finger to his lips. He put a hand on either side of her head and stared at her for a very long moment. Then he said, "You are so damn beautiful," and his mouth found hers again.
It was Eleanor who removed his shirt, their mouths still clinging. And it was Eleanor who removed her own t-shirt. He held her away from him and gazed at the firm roundness of her breasts.
Tentatively, Mike touched her nipples with both hands. Her head lolled to one side and she made a small sound in her throat. Mike eased her down onto the bed and helped her discard her shorts. She laid there now in only her knickers, seductively with the slim curve of her hips and thighs, her arms half covering her breasts.
He stared longingly at her while he shrugged off his own trousers and lay beside her. Then, with one hand he took both of hers and held them above her head, not forcefully, but gently. She gave a soft cry, arching toward him, toward his touch. He took his time, slowly bringing Eleanor to a fevered pitch. He kissed the pulse of her neck and found her mouth.
They made love and their bodies fitted perfectly as if made for this sole purpose. They made love again that night, Eleanor playfully urging him to heights he had never experienced.
Eleanor made love with her whole being, as if every cell burst with heat and passion. She was never still, never quiet, every inch of her, even her soul, engaged in their joining.
**
Eleanor was walking down the aisle, Uncle Tom at her side. The church was filled and her gorgeous white dress trailed behind her. The smiling faces of her friends and family were all turned to watch her progress.
There was Mike, waiting at the altar. Her breath caught. He was so handsome, so delicious-looking in his tails and formal white shirt. Flowers surrounded him and they were a few sniffles from the front rows; her Aunt Julia on one side weeping joyously, Billie's mum on the other side, a hankie in hand. The minister was smiling. It was a match made in heaven.
"I do," she said.
"I do," he said.
He was pulling back the lacy veil, his lips meeting here. She was only vaguely aware of the cheers and applause. Then they were walking back up the aisle, his ring on her finger, hers on his, all new and shiny...
A sudden black cloud loomed over the clear sky. She turned to find the same black crow except this time it was bigger and more menacing. It screeched and flapped its big black feathery wings. The surrounding dissolved into a forest and she screamed as it came for her.
"ELLE! ELLE!" Mike shook her body and she stopped screaming. "What's the matter?"
She shook her head, refused to tell him about the horrible dream. "Nightmare?" She nodded. He strokes her hair and pushed the strand of hair that was covering her left eye. "You sit here. I'm just going to get glass of water. Okay?"
She nodded again. He got off the bed and went downstairs to the kitchen. Her body trembled at the thought of the evil crow. Mike came back with a glass of cooling water and handed it to her. She took it with a shaking hand and gulped down the liquid down her dry throat.
"Thanks," she said and put the glass on the bedside table and lied down on the bed with Mike's arms wrapped around her waist.
Eleanor clicked off the switch and placed the hair dryer on the desk. He pushed open the door. Eleanor turned and saw him. Her face brightened. "You must be worn out after that concert, huh?"
"Yeah. But what I really want now, is to kiss you," he confessed.
"Oh," she whispered, her face averted. He stared at the tilt of her chin, the river of black hair, the way she held herself, erect and alert.
Without another word, Mike crossed the space between them in a single stride and stood looking down at her. He took her in his arms and crushed her to him His arms still imprisoning her, he bent his head to hers and took her mouth in a hard kiss that sent shock waves through his limbs.
He felt her instant response, the trembling need in her, the way her slim fingers curled into the back of his shirt, opening and closing. Her thighs pressed into him, and he could feel the searing warmth burst from her.
He kissed her long and hard and thoroughly, probing the sweetness of her mouth, feeling the hardness of her nipples against his chest. He half lifted her until her toes barely touched the floor and brought her next to the bed, still standing. His hands slid beneath her loose t-shirt, up her back, stroking the smooth skin, kneading it. She sighed against his mouth and he drew her heated body hard against his. And then he froze.
"Mike? What is it?"
"I don't have any... Protection," he said suddenly sober.
But she only smiled. "It's okay."
He eyed her suspiciously. "Are you... " But Eleanor silenced him with a finger to his lips. He put a hand on either side of her head and stared at her for a very long moment. Then he said, "You are so damn beautiful," and his mouth found hers again.
It was Eleanor who removed his shirt, their mouths still clinging. And it was Eleanor who removed her own t-shirt. He held her away from him and gazed at the firm roundness of her breasts.
Tentatively, Mike touched her nipples with both hands. Her head lolled to one side and she made a small sound in her throat. Mike eased her down onto the bed and helped her discard her shorts. She laid there now in only her knickers, seductively with the slim curve of her hips and thighs, her arms half covering her breasts.
He stared longingly at her while he shrugged off his own trousers and lay beside her. Then, with one hand he took both of hers and held them above her head, not forcefully, but gently. She gave a soft cry, arching toward him, toward his touch. He took his time, slowly bringing Eleanor to a fevered pitch. He kissed the pulse of her neck and found her mouth.
They made love and their bodies fitted perfectly as if made for this sole purpose. They made love again that night, Eleanor playfully urging him to heights he had never experienced.
Eleanor made love with her whole being, as if every cell burst with heat and passion. She was never still, never quiet, every inch of her, even her soul, engaged in their joining.
**
Eleanor was walking down the aisle, Uncle Tom at her side. The church was filled and her gorgeous white dress trailed behind her. The smiling faces of her friends and family were all turned to watch her progress.
There was Mike, waiting at the altar. Her breath caught. He was so handsome, so delicious-looking in his tails and formal white shirt. Flowers surrounded him and they were a few sniffles from the front rows; her Aunt Julia on one side weeping joyously, Billie's mum on the other side, a hankie in hand. The minister was smiling. It was a match made in heaven.
"I do," she said.
"I do," he said.
He was pulling back the lacy veil, his lips meeting here. She was only vaguely aware of the cheers and applause. Then they were walking back up the aisle, his ring on her finger, hers on his, all new and shiny...
A sudden black cloud loomed over the clear sky. She turned to find the same black crow except this time it was bigger and more menacing. It screeched and flapped its big black feathery wings. The surrounding dissolved into a forest and she screamed as it came for her.
"ELLE! ELLE!" Mike shook her body and she stopped screaming. "What's the matter?"
She shook her head, refused to tell him about the horrible dream. "Nightmare?" She nodded. He strokes her hair and pushed the strand of hair that was covering her left eye. "You sit here. I'm just going to get glass of water. Okay?"
She nodded again. He got off the bed and went downstairs to the kitchen. Her body trembled at the thought of the evil crow. Mike came back with a glass of cooling water and handed it to her. She took it with a shaking hand and gulped down the liquid down her dry throat.
"Thanks," she said and put the glass on the bedside table and lied down on the bed with Mike's arms wrapped around her waist.
