Date: Sat, 12 Dec 1998 23:41:01 -0700 From: clark Subject: ADULT: Encounter (01/01) To: FKFIC-L@LISTS.PSU.EDU This story is posted under an adult header due to adult language and situations. It is intended for adult audiences only. If it's not legal for you to read such things, or if this type of story offends you, please don't read it. Permission given to archive at fkfanfic website, and the JADFE archives. No other permission is granted to repost/reprint/reuse. As always, feedback is welcomed. Thanks to those who let me know they're reading my stuff, I really do appreciate it. This story is based on characters and situations that aren't mine. Thanks to TPTB for their use. "Encounter" by S. Clark Janette's face brightened as he entered. "Bienvenue a ma chambre." He was on time, as always, for their rendezvous in her personal quarters. He sat aside her on the divan. Taking her hand, he gave it a gentle kiss. "I was worried I'd be late." "You spend too much time worrying, mon cher." She smiled, pulling his face closer to capture his lips. "We shall have to do something about that. He melted into her kisses, the passion between them rising. "We shall," he agreed, eagerness alight in his eyes. She ran her hand down his cheek. "You look tired. Tough day among the mortals?" He smiled and captured her hand. "I'll survive." He brought the hand to his mouth, planting a light kiss on the palm, followed by another on the inside of her wrist. "With help, of course." Janette moved her hands to his collar. She untied his tie, and began working on freeing him from his shirt. "I think I can devise an appropriate form of relaxation." He leaned in, nuzzling her neck, then nipping along the shoulder. "I'd rather have tension." He put a hand to her breast, and felt the cool nipple harden beneath the silk of her dress. "I like you like this, mon cher." Janette ran her hand down his body, his bare chest. She moved her hand lower, feeling his arousal. "I very much like you like this." He reached his other hand around the back of her dress, quickly pulling down the zipper. "Shall we retire to the bed, mon amour?" she whispered, breathless. He nodded, and gave her an eager grin. She stood, then leaned in for another kiss. The loose bodice of her dress fell away from her chest, exposing her breasts. She pulled back, her hand entwined within his, and led him to her boudoir. The remainder of their clothes were shed on the short trip to the bed. Once again, they experienced an excited anticipation as flesh met flesh in a passionate embrace. Janette backed away and settled herself upon the bed. He watched, taking the opportunity to gaze upon her loveliness, letting her perfect form entice him. Her arms, her legs, open to him. Beckoning him. For a moment questioned the madness that made him return for these trysts, return for her. Yet he knew that he possessed neither the strength of character nor of will to keep away. He joined her on the bed, falling into her embrace. They took their delights from each other, with each other. Desire and lust drove their explorations, their hands, their mouths. Need became action. He thrust himself within her. She met his strokes, her energy equal his own. Together their passions rose to the crest, and tumbled over to fulfillment. He was spent, lying back on the bed. She licked at the two small wounds on his shoulder, then settled against his chest. " Je t'aime." Her voice was soft. She didn't want to end the spell, the warmth of this time when she felt so close to him. "Je t'aime, Donald." He smiled and kissed her forehead. He knew tomorrow night when he was back home, back in bed with Myra, he'd feel guilty as hell. But that was tomorrow. Tonight he was here. Tonight he was with Janette. Don Schanke smiled. "I love you, too."