The Sea Noose

The Sea Noose


The next morning was wonderful, if not a little awkward. When I had woken up, I was only wearing my pair of underwear, my shorts were taken off while I was sleeping and Cian was lying underneath me. A sheet was brought up around my hips. My cheeks flushed when I noticed he was only wearing his boxers. He had one arm wrapped around my back, my head was pillowed on his chest. He was sleeping, his breath soft and even. I yawned and nuzzled his chest, enjoying the feeling of having his arms wrapped around me.

He stirred under me, his arms tightening slightly.

“Good mornin'.” his voice was thick with sleep and I looked up at him.

“Good morning.” I sat up, pulling the sheet around me, covering myself. He stretched, then sat up, giving me a peck on the cheek. I looked down, watching my fingers play with a corner of the sheet.

“Kassy?” I glanced up, looking back down a moment later. I heard him sigh.

“Kassy, it's alright.” he supped my cheek, his thumb rubbing my skin gently. “Everything was wonderful. You did good.” I nodded and quickly gave him a peck on the cheek. He smiled at me.

“Are you hungry, Kassy?” I nodded. He slid from the bed and softly padded to the door. He turned back and looked at me.

“I'll be in the kitchen if you need me, Kassy. I'm going to make us some breakfast, alright? You can change if you want, put something on. Personally, I'd prefer if you didn't.” he winked and I laughed softly, resisting the small urge to throw a pillow at him.

“Thank you, Cian.” he smiled and left the bedroom, heading towards the kitchen.


I was siting on the floor of my bedroom, legs pointed out from me, when I smelt what Cian was cooking. I closed my eyes, taking deep breaths as I finished stretching my legs. I stood up, dusting off my short cotton bottoms and wandered down the hallway, following my nose into the kitchen. Cian smiled at me when I entered, eying my uncovered chest and waved towards the table.

“Have a seat, Kassy. It's almost done.” I sat down at the table eagerly. A moment later Cian pushed a plate in front of me, filled with bacon, eggs, and two pancakes. My mouth watered just from looking at it. He set down a glass of orange juice next my plate. I looked up at him.

“...will you become my personal cook?” he chuckled warmly and fixed himself his own plate and glass of orange juice, bringing them to the table and sitting next to me.

“I'm sorry, but no. I can't.” I pouted. “I have too much work to do. I wouldn't be able to get away long enough regularly to make you food when you need to eat.” I sighed.

“Stupid idiots.” he chuckled again.

“Yes, they are stupid idiots. Now let's dig in, shall we?” I nodded and took a bit of the eggs, stabbing them with my fork. I moaned softly.

“I love your cooking.” he smiled at me and began to eat his food. I finished my eggs and started eating my bacon.

“Where's the syrup?” he held up a finger and stood, going over to a cabinet.

“Here we are.” he sat back down, handing me the a bottle of maple syrup. I smiled my thanks and poured some syrup over my pancakes. I swished my fork around in the syrup, spreading it around. I peeked up through my eyelashes at Cian. He was looking down at his plate, eating his eggs. I smiled.

I dipped the tip of my finger into my syrup and quickly swiped it over his cheek, leaving a sticky, maple syrup line down his cheek. He stilled, his fork hovering over the last of his eggs. He looked up slowly, his eyes searching for mine. My head was bent down, concentrating on cutting my pancakes up. I was biting my lip, trying hard not to laugh. My movements were slightly jerky.

He cocked his head to the side, looking at me as I continued to cut my pancakes.

“Kassy...” I looked up, still biting my lip. “You wouldn't happen to know where this came from...” he motioned to his cheek, “would you?” I shook my head slowly. He nodded. “I thought as much.”

He reached over, dipping his own fingers in my maple syrup and swiped them across my nose. I blinked and tried to see the spot where there was syrup on my nose, going cross eyed in the process. He chuckled at me and leaned forward, licking the syrup off my nose. I smiled at him and returned the favor, licking the syrup off of his cheek. He smiled back at me and grabbed my hand, kissing it softly.

“Why thank you, my lady.” I giggled softly and his smiled grew. “You should laugh more, Kassy.” I smiled and took my hand back, continuing to eat my pancakes.

“As long as you can make me laugh, I will.” he smiled softly and went back to his food. When I finished my pancakes, syrup sticking to my fingers and hands, I took my plate to the sink and rinsed it. I went back to the table and stood next to him, drinking my orange juice. He turned slightly and pressed a soft kiss to my stomach. I smiled at him and finished my juice, putting the glass in the sink.

“I think I'm going to take a shower... you almost done?” he nodded and stood, finishing his glass of orange juice and put his dishes in the sink. He walked over to me, wrapping his arms around my waist. I smiled up at him.

“I take it this means your interested in showering together?” he nodded and started pushing me towards the bedroom. I smiled and walked forwards, his steps falling in time with mine. As we passed by the living room door way, I saw Vitas lying on his stomach in front of the fireplace.

“Did you feed him, Cian?” he nodded against my cheek.

“Yes, I fed him before I started breakfast. I let him out too.”

“That's good.” He let me go when we reached the bedroom.

“How hot do you like your water?”

“Just below being too hot.” he smiled.

“Ah, the same as I do.” I smiled as he wandered into the bathroom to turn on the water in the shower stall. I sighed and sat on the ground again, spreading my legs and leaned down, stretching forward as much as I could. I didn't hear Cian come back into the room, but I did notice he was there when he pressed lightly against my lower back, helping me stretch further. I groaned softly.

“Feels good...” he rubbed small circles on my back, increasing the pressure slightly. I closed my eyes and shivered as my bare breasts rubbed against the floor gently. He placed a soft kiss on my back and pulled me back up against him.

“The water should be the right temperature by now.” I nodded and let him pull me to my feet.

“Ok. Let's go get naked and wet!” he chuckled and followed me into the bathroom, watching as I started pulling my shorts down. I blushed when I caught him staring.

“What?” he smiled.

“Nothing.” he stripped himself of his boxers and I looked away quickly, positive he saw my blush get brighter. He waited patiently for me to take off my cotton shorts, eying me in my black underwear. When I hesitated taking them off, my fingers just underneath the waistband of elastic, he slowly walked over to me. He kissed my cheek and kneeled on the floor in front of me, his eyes looking into mine.

“It's ok, Kassy. It's just me.” I nodded, my throat too tight for words to escape. He slowly slid his fingers underneath the elastic band, next to mine. I took a deep breath and nodded. He slowly tugged my underwear over my hips, pulling them down my legs. I placed my hands on his shoulders, steadying myself as I stepped out of them. He placed a soft kiss on my stomach and stood up, encircling my waist with his arms.
My arms wrapped around his neck and held on tightly. He rubbed my back soothingly with one hand, the other holding me tightly. I kissed his cheek and smiled at him.

“Let's take that shower now.” he nodded and led me over to the stall and opened the sliding glass door.

“After you.” stepped into the stall and sighed when the hot water hit my skin, relaxing my muscles instantly. Cian stepped in after me, closing the door and wrapped his arms around me again. I smiled and leaned back against him, letting my head fall back against his shoulder. He moved us further underneath the spray of the water and gently stroked my stomach.

I closed my eyes and savoring the feeling of his hands on me along with the water. He grabbed the soap and ran it up and down my stomach, lathering up the soap and began to wash my body. After the water had washed away the soap on my stomach, he moved in front of me and knelt down. He took the washcloth on the small soap holder and started washing my legs. My cheeks flushed once more as I looked down at him.

He smiled up at me, the water pouring down his face, his hair sticking to his forehead. I ran my fingers through his hair, pushing it to the side. He lifted one of my feet and I supported myself on his shoulders. He gently cleaned my foot and switched to the other. When he finished, he ran the washcloth up the back of my legs gently, before moving and cleaning the fronts. He stood and gave me a chaste kiss and moved behind me once more.

I was going to lean back into him, but he stopped me by massaging my back firmly. I moaned softly and let my head fall forward, the water running down my back and over his hands. He moved up my back to my shoulders and began to knead them gently. My whole body was relaxed, every nerve tingling. When he stopped and pulled me back up against him and I turned my head and smiled at him.

“That felt wonderful, Cian.” he smiled at me and kissed my cheek.

“It was my pleasure, Kassy.” I turned in his arms and kissed him softly. He kissed me back, the feeling in the pit of my stomach was warm and it grew slowly, a wet heat settling between my thighs. He cupped my cheek and broke the kiss gently. I smiled and kissed his cheek before grabbed the shampoo.

“Come on. Time to wash that hair of yours.” he smiled and let me scrub the shampoo into his scalp, being careful to not get any in his eyes. He ducked his head underneath the water when I finished and returned the favor. He poured the shampoo on my head and I closed my eyes as he scrubbed the bubbles through my hair. He tipped my head back and I rinsed the shampoo out of my hair, smiling at him.

“Why thank you.” he kissed my cheek again and turned off the water. “Do we have to get out? It's going to be so cold once you open that door.” he chuckled.

“It will only be cold for a moment. Once we dry ourselves, we'll be all nice and warm again.” I smiled.

“Alright... let's get this over with.” he opened the door quickly and grabbed two towels, handing me one. We both dried off quickly, and Cian walked to the living room to check on Vitas. I wrapped the towel around me and stood in front of the mirror and started brushing my hair. There weren't as many tangles as there were the last time and I was grateful. Those things hurt to brush through. Cian popped his head into the bathroom, his towel wrapped around his waist.

“Vitas is just fine, he's sleeping in front of the fireplace.” I nodded.

“That's good.” I finished brushing my hair and undid my towel, rubbing my hair with it once more before for throwing it into the hamper. I kissed Cian on the cheek as I walked past him into the bedroom. He leaned against the door frame and watched me as I moved over to my dresser, enjoying the sight of my bare body before him. I picked out a pair of black underwear and a pair of baby blue, cotton shorts. I was going to put them on, but Cian's voice stopped me.

“Don't put on the underwear, Kassy.” I looked at him, confused.

“Why not?” he came over to me, his hands resting on my hips.

“Because I like the thought of you wearing just your cotton shorts.” I blushed and looked down. He lifted my chin and kissed me softly. “Do it... for me?” I nodded, my face beat red as I put the underwear back and slipped on the cotton shorts, the elastic band riding on my hips. He smiled and kissed me again, softly. I smiled, my cheeks still tinted read.

“Let me guess.. you don't want me to wear a shirt either?” he grinned at me.

“Well, seeing as how you had no problem with coming to breakfast without one, I was hoping...” I smiled.

“Fine, I won't wear a shirt... but only on one condition.” he raised an eyebrow.

“And what would that one condition be?” I smiled slyly.

“You have to wear a pair of my lacy underwear.” his eyes widened.

“Kassy, my hips are a lot wider than yours. If I wear a pair of your underwear, I'll probably stretch them too far for you to wear them again, or I'll break them. Besides. I'd get an amazing wedgie.” I shrugged.

“Well, if you don't want me to stay topless...”he sighed, dejected.

“Fine... what pair do you want me to ruin for you?” I rummaged through a drawer and pulled out a pair of black, nearly see through underwear.

“These ones.” he started at them for a moment before taking them from my hand and walking into the bathroom. “Yell if you need help getting into them!” I called after him. I could hear him grumbling to himself as he was putting them on. He peeked out of the bathroom and looked at me, pleadingly.

“Do I have to?”

“If you really want me to sleep topless.” he sighed and came out of the bathroom. He had his hands on his hips, his cheeks had a pink tint to them. I stared. His legs were hairy and wearing the underwear, you could really tell. I cocked my head to the side and studied him. I made my way over to where he stood, a foot or so in front of the bathroom door. I slowly circled him, keeping my eyes on the black lace.

His ass looked so firm within the underwear, his legs looking to be longer. I circled back to the front and continued to stare, aware that he was shuffling nervously in front of me. I lightly trailed a finger down his stomach, resting at the top of the elastic band that was stretched across his hips. He shivered slightly.

“Do I meet your approval?” his Irish accent was thick. I looked up at him.

“Oh, yes, my Irish man, you do.” I smiled and he grinned at me.

“So I'm your Irish man, am I?” I nodded, mock seriously.

“Yes. You are. You're mine and mine alone. If I have you, I'll tie you up and throw you in the basement to keep you to myself.” he chuckled.

“Ah, but you don't have a basement.” I pouted softly.

“Why did you have to remind me?” I chuckled with him and gave him a soft peck on the lips. “I'll be right back. I want to go check on Vitas one more time to make sure he's ok.” Cian nodded and flopped down onto the bed.

I left the bedroom quickly and peaking into the living room. I bit my lip and quietly walked in, trying not to wake Vitas. I picked up another log and wedged it underneath the almost fully burned log still in the fireplace. Vitas didn't stir. I smiled and walked back to the bedroom, happy with the fact that Vitas was comfortable and warm.

When I walked back into the bedroom, Cian had an arm thrown over his eyes, his other hand resting on his stomach. I smiled softly and flicked the light off, making my way to the bed in darkness. I crawled onto the bed next to Cian, one of his arms snaked out and wound itself around my waist, pulling me close. I smiled and snuggled into his side, his chest becoming my pillow. I closed my eyes as our breathing became slow and even.