Fortune Ch. 04
Keywords: Fortune, 04, Ch.,
My eyes leaped to Caitlin, pulse fluttering at just at the sound of her voice.
A wicked small crossed Allyson's face, "Why, nothing at all, lil sis." She reached up slowly to flip a stray strand of hair behind my ear, looking into my slightly stunned face. "Alex, here, just moved too fast for her own good."
She leaned over and brushed a chaste kiss on my cheek, stood and moved over to the other couch to lounge. As I saw Caitlin frown at that response, I floundered for a reasonable rebuttal.
Fruitless, I snorted.
The sting in my leg had dulled down at Caitlin's presence as my senses were diverted else where. Caitlin had recently showered, I could tell by the way her red hair curled and wet arrange down her back in a deeper red. Wet.. shower.. Caitlin. I sucked in my breath and attempted to divert myself. She had obviously changed from her dirty work clothing into a clean pair of blue jeans and a loose sleeved shirt. Much to my dismay both accented her attractive, willowy body.
Caitlin arched one of her perfect eyebrows in mock anger, "Moving were ya? Allyson, get the duct tape, we canna have her flitting about on us now can we, especially with an injury? Might prolong treatment." she smirk impishly at me, I felt light headed at the sight of that endearing dimple again.
The words "duct tape" flittered into my Caitlin hazed mind.
*gulp*
I watched as she moved over to the couch were I was sitting and took the cushion right next to mine. I could feel her body heat curling out, linking her to me, fresh from her shower. Her unique scent teasing the air around me till all I could focus on was the nearness of Caitlin. I repressed every compulsion I had to get on her lap and start kissing that soft curved mouth of hers. I was practically trembling, I was definatly panting.
Allyson laughed in glee, obviously amusement on her face. Her eye darting between the two of us. I didn't mind her smirking too much I was counting on her presence to keep me from doing something unwise. Insanely erotically pleasurable mayhap, but unwise. I hoped that reason would be good enough to get my rebellious body back into submission, or at least regain a minor amount of conscious thought. I could still feel Caitlin's warmth so very close.
"Now n.. no need for desperate measures as of yet. I still have to eat to keep my strength up." I said softly, mock fearfully.
Reaching an unsteady hand out to scoop up the bowl of soup on the coffee table. I figured that to be a good diverter of energy, besides, my stomach rumbled at hunger at that moment lending credibility to my action.
"Geeze Allyson, have ye been starving the sweet lass as well as tormenting the poor girl?" Caitlin asked, a parody of seriousness in her voice. Her teasing eyes her sister and including me once again in their game of sisterly bickering. Allyson firmly pressed her lips together in silence, pertaining to be peeved at Caitlin. Caitlin focused on me to tell the tale of what the evening had held.
"No she's been really talkative. Enlighteningly entertaining in fact." I smirked. Allyson moved to grab a pillow from the couch and narrowed her eyes in threat.
Caitlin's azure eyes flashed between the two of us, mobile expressions on her face varying from humor to curiosity to a few I had no hope of reading at the moment.
"Mostly we talked about sports and politics." I stated clearly.
Allyson choked and Caitlin's eyes zoomed in on her. I obviously overlooked the fact that I hadn't heard her speak on either issue and both knew those were things she'd never talk about.
"Actually I wasn't paying attention so I don't know what she was babbling away about. She just acted so sweet I couldn't tell her to hush up." Grinning at Allyson, I shrugged helplessly and looked back at Caitlin.
**Smack**
The feather pillow landed right in my face causing me to sputter with laughter and promptly drop my soup in my lap, which, of course, soaked the pants I was wearing.
Allyson sat on the couch in stunned horror, her face twisted between shock and laughter she was suppressing. Caitlin imedialty jumped up and dashed out of the room. Obviously laughter won out over shock, for Allyson was laughing so hard she almost fell off the couch.
Mourning the loss of potentially fine cuisine, the only thing I was grateful for in this mishap was the fact that I had waited long enough to eat, the soup was cool. Mortified by the way these accidental situations always seem to hone in on me, I lost my voice so I just glared at the floor feeling the cold soup soak into my favorite pair of jeans and into uncomfortable places on my person.
Caitlin came back in the room carrying a few towels, her sweet face furrowed in contrite concern as she methodically wiped up most the errant soup from the cushions. Noticing her sister in fits of giggles, she spoke to Allyson harshly in a language I couldn't even begin to understand.
Allyson just laughed harder if that was possible, her face turning red for lack of air. Caitlin growled angrily and opened her mouth to say something else, but was waylaid by my placing my hand over her mouth.
Finding my voice. "It wasn't her fault, these things just happen to me a lot." I blushed shyly, removing my hand from over those tempting lips. "Natural Klutz."
"It wadna yer fault," she said softly, her brogue thick rolling thru me with an intensity of some emotion, glaring at her sister who was sucking in gulps of air trying to calm down. "She shounda been rough housing while yer in ill health, lil one." Reaching for a clean towel, she tenderly pressed it into my lap where most the soup had soaked in.
Oh. My. Goodness! Desire leaped back to the full of raging, I sucked in my breath, jack knifing strait up. My blood drained from my face to bring my attention in full force to an area I was trying to ignore.
"Did I bump you leg?" Caitlin's vivid blue eyes held only concern, no knowledge that she where she was pressing the towel was totally inappropriate.
I could tell she was only trying to help but that small fact did nothing to tamper my unfortunately strong reaction to her doing something so very close to what I had mused about earlier in the day.
Mutely, I shook my head and closed my eyes fighting every impulse I had that of course was screaming at me to lay back and let her do what I wanted her to do.
My eyes sprang open. Goodness, how could I feel like this with her sister sitting less then 4 feet away from us? I looked over at Allyson who was watching us with avid interest now that she had gotten her giggles under control, her mouth now curled in a cunning smile.
Blushing profusely, I took the towel from Caitlin. "Thank you but my jeans have soaked up most of the soup, there's no help for it. I must c.. change." I stuttered softly.
I pushed up from the couch balancing on my good foot. I wasn't about to set my twisted ankle down again, no matter how much it was telling me that it didn't hurt at the moment. The liar.
"Is there something around here I might be able to use as a crutch? I need to go to the restroom any how. Didn't I see some umbrellas behind the front door? I hope the water is good I think I need a bath any how. " I could tell I was rambling but I couldn't seem to stop. "I should be fine the rest of the night , so you two can head back to your home." Looking at Caitlin, I waited patiently for her to concede.
She snorted, wrinkling up that oh so cute nose of hers. I noticed the light dust of freckles on her pale skin for the first time. Her blue eyes changed from anger and concern till they were brimmed with amusement.
"If you think I'm letting you stay up here alone your off your rocker girlie." Caitlin stated, her generous lips twitching in repressed amusement at my obvious attempt at stubbornness. " You need me to watch over ya till yer all healed up and can run around by yourself."
"Me either, I'm staying." Allyson chimed in as she chuckled. "Sorry bout the laughing, I laugh when in nervous. An well you looked so calm when the soup tipped over, like you do it every day and it was only a mild inconvenience, it just set me off. So please donna be mad at me." Her expression open with contrite, and a hint of devilment.
I grunted at the pair, knowing I was beaten before I could start to argue. Caitlin was obviously concerned and Allyson was not there as a chaperone I could tell she was around in case there was more amusement to be had. Neither would leave at this rate.
Keywords: Fortune, 04, Ch.,