Pink Lemonade

Eventually Nick and Djuna did make it to the shower, where she felt a flush of worry once she clearly saw his physique. He was slender with sharply cut oblique’s and some sweet abs. Gracious. She was hardly fat but she was also not thin by any means. She barely stopped herself from fleeing or covering herself.

Nick on the other hand seemed as sheepish, for some ridiculous reason. He smiled wanly. “I’m in need of some tightening up. I am supposed to hire a trainer so I can get more fit for the shoot. We have a love scene and while it’s supposed to be tasteful, I’ll obviously be shirtless…”

“What, you’re not good enough like this?!” she gasped. He shook his head with a smile.

“I was more cut for that one installment and they want me to “match” that fitness. I hate working out, ugh.” She laughed and stroked a finger along his flank, making him shiver.

“You’re beautiful as is, I am sorry I don’t match such beauty. I was working out for a while, but I got sick and fell out of the habit.”

“I like you as is, but if you want, we could work out together. It would make me more inspired to work out if I was not alone.” She lifted a brow, pleased with his idea, yet also wondering if he had an ulterior motive. She put that suspicion aside and grabbed the bottle of shower gel and poured some into her hand before starting to lather his chest. She chuckled as he braced his arms on the walls and grinned at her, his lopsided smile making her smile back warmly. His skin was incredibly soft and despite his complaint about not being “tight” he was nicely muscled.

“I think you’re a victim of the media, Nick. You’re firm and very easy on the eyes.” She said frankly, ducking under his arms to wash his back. He shook his head and then make a soft purring sound as her hands spread the gel over his back and down over his rear, fingers digging into his muscles.

“You’re very kind and probably… right…” he said quietly. He glanced back at her has she stooped to wash his legs then moved to his front and worked her way back up his legs, avoiding certain parts of him for the moment. He smirked. “You’re being coy?”

“No, I am being playful… we’ll get too distracted and I wish to wash up too.” She said archly as she washed his arms. He chuckled and rinsed off then took the bottle and started on her back, hands caressing even as he explored her skin. “You have tattoos.” He said rhetorically. He traced the ink carved into her skin, a chain of ivy that seemed to hang from her shoulders across her back and an Egyptian eye of Horus at the small of her back.

“Yes, I’ve been tattooed for literally decades. I notice you are not inked yet.”

“Yet?” he asked as he stood and pressed his front to her back and slid his arms around her to spread his sudsy hands around her waist, rubbing his palms against her belly.

“Yet… I think… most people want tattoos…” she murmured; his hands had slid down to the tops of her thighs and were massaging her muscles pleasantly. She leaned back against him and he nuzzled her neck.

“You are beautiful, tattoos and all. I know you’re insecure, but don’t be.” He breathed against her skin. His hands were certainly convincing her of the truth in his words as he slid them up now and cupped her breasts. He rolled her nipples between his thumb and forefinger as she quivered against him, eyes closing. She leaned her head against his shoulder and neck, taking a deep breath.

“You did warn me about the libido of older women… I am most curious about this dangerous warning…” he murmured. She turned and grasped him in her still soapy hands and growled.

“Dangerous indeed, Nick… Now you’re going to have to endure until I wash my hair… can you wait?” he growled back playfully and grabbed the shampoo, sharing some with her as they hurriedly washed their hair and rinsed off, but he grabbed her before she could turn off the water. He shoved her against the tiles and kissed her with desperation, hiking her up and forcing himself between her thighs. Djuna clung to his shoulders and wriggled as she looped her legs around him, his hands sliding under her to hold her up before he drove into her with perfect aim. She gasped into his mouth as he began driving her wildly.

She moaned and writhed against him, her body taken with waves of pleasure that left her breathless. Nick moaned deeply as well, moving his mouth to her neck and nipping her sharply. Her head rolled back as her eyelashes fluttered. She gasped, back arching as her orgasm hit her suddenly, barely noting Nicks cry of satisfaction as he came too. She panted for breath, going limp and slapping her hands to the wall for support. Nick slip to his knees and chuckled breathlessly.

“Sorry that was so fast… but seeing you at least and feeling you… and you responded so favorably…” he apologized. She laughed and shoved her hair off her face.

“Don’t apologize, that was lovely. And why not respond favorably, I want you too you know. I suspect that this might repeat itself in other less favorable conditions!” He grinned and kissed her nose before helping her up and turning off the water.

“That sounds very encouraging… you’re not feeling so worried about being with me then?” She sighed and smiled sadly.

“I am but I am not going to be fearful and let it rule my life. I did that most of my life before, and that part of me has to die.” He handed her a towel and they dried off thoughtfully and returned to the bed. He pulled her against him and sighed tiredly. She thought them might talk a bit, but suddenly opened her eyes to the dawn. She was rested finally; since the dreams had started she had not slept well, and Nick was fast asleep beside her.

She took a few moments to study him, noting how he looked much younger with his eyes closed. She sighed and slid out of the bed then stretched and headed to the bath, where she showered and stared at herself in the far too long and revealing mirrors. She really did need to lose weight, and she felt a bit more… well old and not as tight as she wished to be. She leaned close and noticed the fine lines n her forehead and at the corners of her eyes; no, despite these markings of age, she knew she did not look forty. That was a relief. She was not nearly vain or worried about her looks to be like so many women she knew even in her small, backwaterish town that used Botox and suffered plastic surgery to look young. She did not wish to look Nick’s age, for instance. She just wished she still had the flush of youth that was now long gone.

She brushed out her hair and smiled wryly at the silver streaks visible at her temples. She had been dying her hair in the last two years to hide them at her ex-husband’s insistence. She felt that Nick or no Nick (an who knew how long Nick was to be in her life anyway? One day? Two weeks?) she was going to let them come in and be proud of them. She did not regret getting older, but she was human enough to miss her youth and wince at fading beauty.

She grabbed one of the fluffy robes the hotel provided for guests and stepped out to find Nick half in half out of the bed and looking panicked. “What’s wrong?” She asked quickly, eyes wide and darting about in case some fan had broken in or something. He sagged back into the bed and pressed a hand to his chest.

“I woke up and you were gone, that’s what’s wrong!” he wheezed. She blinked then pointed to the pile of clothes, where two pair of jeans was still in evidence.

“I would hardly sneak away naked, Nicholas Laurie! Besides you know where I live, remember?” He looked at her with a grave expression.

“I do but you could have left and I really don’t want you to. What if I went there and you didn’t answer the door? Or you had run off, thinking to spare me the embarrassment of having an older woman in my life? I don’t want you to leave me Djuna… This is too important to me.” He said seriously. She moved to sit beside him, and he sat up too, face dark with worry. “You have to see it from my side. How many people have such a thing happen to them, Djuna? How many people dream things that come true? How many dream things that they never pursue and lose the chance to live this sort of thing? I feel so lucky and so… I can’t even explain it.”

Djuna’s eyes were wide and she felt like she might cry any second. He was right, and despite how crazy it sounded, he had the right attitude and thoughts about this; her fears were stupid by comparison. They had been dreaming, and he had taken the steps required to make his dreams real; how could she not respect and feel awed by all of this? He slid closer and slung his arms around her hips, face pressing to her side as she stroked his hair.

“I am not leaving you Nick. Yes I am a little reluctant, but can you blame me? You are stepping down as it were, sliding into a more normal life, while I am going to have to move into unknowns and places I have not been in for years. I did once hang out with celebrities, and I did have more than a few snaps taken of me when I was with some of these people. But I was pretty and young and I fit in. Someone as famous as you, who the world focuses on in such obsessive ways… its going to be hard. But that does not mean I am unwilling to do it. I am very willing to do it. I am just afraid…

“And I am also afraid of feeling what I feel for you. Dreams… those dreams were amazing and I do feel quite comfortable with you, but I did also just have a divorce from a man I never thought I would be without. We were together for almost twenty years, and his leaving hurt me so much…” she broke off, choking. She took a deep breath as his arms tightened, but he did not look up at her, for which she was thankful.

“It has not been a year yet, and here you are… and I do feel so many things… the worst of them, the most terrible and fearful of them is hope. I never even pondered finding someone new to be with, not yet. I’ve been frozen, afraid to move on, unable to go back… it’s scary as hell, meeting you now.” She admitted. He sat up then and tugged her into his lap. He smoothed a hand over her cheek and nodded, still serious.

“I can imagine. You’ve been very brave, haven’t you? I know you’re not the sort of woman who has one-night-stands… you are here because you are hopeful, yet you are obviously afraid too. But you’re going to have to trust in me and in us… as we find out who “us” is. I want to be with you, and I hope you will come back with me when I have to go and start filming. I hope you’re brave enough by then to do it. Do you think you can, or will try?” Djuna gasped and closed her eyes, not sure she was. However, the frightful hope in her made her nod, and then the hope grew bigger and brighter.

“I want to find “us” as soon as possible too, Nick. I really do. But a month is not long to plan and make arrangements. I will have to sell my house…”

“Why? I can hire someone to take care of it.” he said, a bit innocently. She chuckled and shook her head.

“I cannot afford the mortgage if I am not working, and I cannot work away from the office, not at my current job.” He flushed sheepishly.

“Oh yeah. Well I can have my manager look into that. He might know of someone… no. No, you shouldn’t sell the house, actually.” He was thinking; she already knew the look. She watched him warily.

“You are not thinking to buy the house and give it to me are you? I don’t know if I could allow you to do that.” He smiled.

“Maybe I can do that later then, but for now, I’ll have Gary handle this somehow. In the meantime I am starving. Want some room service?” She blinked then laughed. It must b nice to put aside money matters and have someone else handle them. She felt her nerves knotting from stress already about her house, and Nick was onto breakfast in the blink of an eye.

“Sure. I could eat some breakfast. Then we can wander to my house and you can meet my cat. You are not allergic to cats are you?” He shook his head and leaned over to grab the phone, ordering two breakfasts with champagne. She lifted a brow at this then realized the hotel staff would know he was not alone now even though he must have checked in alone. She blushed bright red and shrank in his lap.

“Oh damn…” she muttered. He looked at her oddly. “The staff will know you’re with someone who did not check in with you, Nick…”

“Do not worry about it. If you are okay with it, I want to check out today… if I can stay with you for a while?” He looked at her innocently; she could fair see a halo askew on his brow. She opened her mouth then laughed, laughed nearly hysterically. She covered her face with her hands and shook her head, trying to speak.

“Oh why not… sure!” she hiccupped finally. “If you drive me crazy I’ll just send you back here!” He laughed too and hugged her, kissing her temple.

“I don’t think I will be here again, though. Do you?” She shook her head; actually she did not think so either. Being with him was comfortable and easy. And if she had to she would force him into the guest room… but again she felt it was unlikely.

Still she hid in the bedroom while Nick, wearing his own fluffy robe, watched room service set up breakfast on the small table in his suite. He tipped them and warned them that closed lips make more money, and knew that his presence and Djuna’s was safe for the moment. No one would be gossiping for a few more days at least.

They tucked into breakfast, and Djuna teased him about using ketchup on his eggs while he tried to get her to use jam on her toast. They drank their coffee the same way, and tried to steal each others bacon. Once fed they got dressed and walked to her house.

Nick liked it immediately. It was a cheerful yellow color, and looked to be a one-storey, but she reminded him looks are deceiving. The house was situated into a hill and there was a downstairs, with a third bedroom, the laundry room was there as well and a garage no car could reach. An alley ran behind the house and the hill was steep so the yard was terraced. She had a little garden and a couple outbuildings; a real garage that she rarely used, a storage shed for her gardening tools and a tiny granny apartment she stored things in.

She let him in and he noticed how bare the place was. She had used most of her divorce settlement to buy the house, and she had a very low payment each month because of it. She had some money left over every month and was saving for nicer furniture one day. The house was nice though and clean. Her cat came out and meowed at them immediately. Djuna smiled and patted her chest; the cat instantly jumped up and she caught him, both pet and owner looking smug.

“He’s got lots of tricks up his furry sleeve.” She said happily as the cat purred loudly and licked her chin. Nick petted him and grinned.

“I bet he does. What’s his name?”

“Heh; Kitty, actually. He never answered to anything else we tried to name him!” Nick laughed at that as she dumped him out of her arms and showed him around.

The house was more spacious then it looked. Her bedroom was more furnished than any other room, and she had her computer and a television set in it. “I don’t entertain much.” She said quietly. He sensed that she was lonely, but not ready to make friends yet after her divorce. He pulled her into a hug and sighed.

“Well, I wont be changing that much. I do like to go out but I am not going to do that much here. I usually do not have people over to my house either.” She looked up at him.

“Where is your house?” he smiled happily.

“In England. I have two, a loft on London and a nice small estate in Derbyshire. I always loved Pride and Prejudice, and wanted to have a place there, like Mr. Darcy. Plus by place runs close to Nottingham, and what boy doesn’t want to play Robin Hood now and then?” She smiled in delight.

“I always wanted to be Maid Marian too! It sounds wonderful. Oh snap… I don’t have a passport! I won’t get to see it for a while then will I?” He froze, before smiling even wider. Such a comment of comfort in his presence and possible permanence made him thrill to the core. She wanted to see his house in England, and he wanted her to see it as well.

“We need to pause the tour. I have to call Gary, my manager.” He dragged her to the living room and asked her to make more coffee. He flipped open his phone and began talking rapidly with this Gary as her cat pestered him to be petted and then curled in his lap as Nick absently stroked his fluffy fur. She got the coffee started and opened the back door to the veranda, setting up to take their coffee outside. Nick spoke for a while then closed his phone with a happy snap.

“All right then. We need to get a photo of you for the passport, and Gary can have it handled in a week. And he says he will handle your house; he’s going to rent it from you and we can land here after shooting. Before you scowl, he really does want to rent it; he has a sister who wants to go to the local college and she will take care of the place if you are willing. He will rent it until she comes in September.”

Djuna felt her jaw drop, but her flash of anger died before she even could voice it. It was actually a perfect plan and she felt thrilled that she need not worry to sell her home after all, or rent it to some co-eds she could not really trust to take care of it.

“What about Kitty here though… We can’t take him to Canada. Do you have any friends who can watch him?” Nick asked; he was carrying the pleased feline with him easily; Djuna could not remember anyone else the cat had taken to so quickly.

“Actually my cousin can. She is in LA though. We would need to drive him down there as she has no car.” Nick nodded, pleased about the whole thing. Now Djuna could relax, and they could just learn about each other without the added stress of facilitating her ability to come with him when he left for the movie shoot.

They enjoyed the coffee as he asked about the house and the town she lived in; the main street of town was the next street over and they could see the traffic and some of the old town style shops and buildings. She laughingly told him that the town actually had once been a blood soaked stage coach stop, notorious for all the robberies that occurred there. The train tracks not far away had always been there, and the trains had been robbed a lot until the Army stepped in and handled the bandits. A military base was in fact not far off, two of them in fact.

“Hey I have an idea… have you ever been to any of the California Missions? We have several nearby, but one is still working and is very quiet and rustic. I love going there, want to go and see it?” he perked and agreed, but wanted to check out of the inn first. She went and changed, making him laugh; she had donned black combat pants and a black tank top and tall boots that laced t the knee.

“Wow, aren’t Missions churches?” she nodded and shrugged.

“Yes but this one has a lot of wild acreage and I thought we could explore in the forest afterwards. Didn’t you mention playing Robin Hood?” She smiled and he leaned down to kiss her; he seemed pleased with the idea after all.

Nick changed into clean jeans and button down shirt, tossing his flannel over it and then repacked quickly then checked out and they took his bags back to her house; he went right to her bedroom and left them there, and seemed pleased that she did not object. They piled back into her car and she took =off, speeding along at nearly twenty miles an hour faster than the speed limit until she got to the exit. To his alarmed delight she went even faster once off the freeway.

“I hate just plodding along. If I had a sports car I’ve have been there by now!” she laughed. Nick laughed too, she was fast but not crazy; she slowed and powered through turns and passed other cars safely. He told her he liked to drive fast himself.

She did have to stop at a gate where military men looked at them both carefully and insisted on seeing her registration and such. She told him that the Mission was on the base’s property, which was why it often was ignored when tours came along the El Camino Real to see the famous Franciscan Missions.

Mission San Antonio was a little run down, or maybe well used was nicer to say. She showed him around, even insisting paying for them both to have a tour. They were shown all the working rooms (which were long in disuse of course) and monk’s quarters, then the garden and last the chapel. She bought a candle to light, but did not act as a catholic would when she lit it. She murmured something and waved her hands over the candle then lit it far from the other devotional candles that were already lit. She also ignored the holy water though Nick dabbed his fingers and made the sign of the cross, feeling a bit odd since he had not done so in a longtime.

She went to the altar rail and sat down, eyes sad. “These old Missions are often so commercial. This one is still working; the Franciscans still own it and use it. Not like the one in Capistrano. I love this one, San Antonio. I hope it never changes. I like it here, so peaceful.” He came over and sat beside her.

“Things always change though. It’s the way of things. Hopefully they are not bad changes.” He said quietly. She nodded and took his hand.

“Things do change. Usually it’s a good thing… but it doesn’t mean the changes don’t hurt. Well some changes.” She smiled and squeezed his hand and he squeezed back.

“Yes, some changes are very nice.” He said more cheerfully. The silence that fell was comfortable; neither felt a need to break it simply to be talking. Eventually they rose and explored the grounds, where Djuna showed him various outbuilding and old foundations where the old adobe brick had long since melted away. They ended by the huge fountain in the front of the Mission, where she teased the Koi to the surface. The fish blew water bubbles at them making Nick laugh. She smiled and splashed him then ran to the car before he could retaliate. He chased her anyway and pinned her to the side of the car… and tickled her. Djuna shrieked and flailed as he laughed at her.

“Stop that!” she gasped while laughing helplessly. He did stop and leaned in to kiss her quickly. She grabbed his neck and kissed him in return, breaking off when they both were breathless and needed air.

“You are quite interesting and funny, Djuna… so… what is next?” Next was a short drive into the Las Padres National Forest where she bought a day pass and they explored the forest, ending up by a stream far from civilization. Djuna took off her boots and socks and dangled her toes in the frigid water without even a wince and smiled.

“I bet you are not really outdoorsy, are you Nicky?” He smiled sheepishly.

“Not really, but this is great. It is so beautiful here… and the smell! The air is heavenly here!” She nodded and picked up a frond from a sequoia.

“Yes, I love this smell. There is a men’s cologne that smells like this, I used to wear it when I had more cash… no one could place it but they loved it, even on a woman…” she looked up at him and smiled, waving him over. Nick sat by her and bravely removed his shoes and socks too, shivering at the cold water.

“Lord this is cold!” he hissed, but his skin adjusted quickly and soon he did not seem to mind the chill either. The air was quite warm actually, and the contrast was pleasant. He turned to her and smiled gently. “So… how alone are we here?” She looked around.

“Pretty alone. We have come about a mile off the beaten path. Most people stick to the trails and camps…” he pulled her down with him so they were lying back and chuckled.

“Do you think Robin of Loxley and Maid Marian made love in the woods?” She leaned up on her elbow and smiled at him.

“If they did not, we could do so in honor of them… though if I had known what you had planned I would have worn a dress and a veil.” He slid his hand around her neck and pulled her down for a kiss, a sweet and tender kiss that was more thrilling to Djuna than any wild passionate kiss would have been at the moment. She rested a hand on his chest and scooted closer to him, before he pulled her over his body, hands sliding to clasp her backside firmly.

Djuna sat back and adjusted to straddle his hips, fingers lazily unbuttoning his shirt. She loved that he was not wearing a t-shirt as so many younger men were wont to do. She got it open and ran her hands over his skin, tracing his muscles before moving to pinch his flat nipples playfully. He smiled and tugged at her tank top and then smirked; she had not been wearing a bra, which he had suspected but not been sure about. He cupped her breasts and his eyes narrowed, cheeks flushing a bit as he played with her lush flesh. Djuna leaned closer to him, eyes closing as he curled his chest so he could set his lips to her right nipple, sucking on her then tugging the pert flesh with his teeth.

Djuna moaned softly and slid her hands to rest on the ground above his shoulders, shivering with delight. His lips and teeth made her body shiver with zinging jolts of pleasure, and when he sucked her deep into his mouth she moaned deeply. Nick groaned as well, pulling her down as he laid back and reached between them to flick open her jeans. Djuna hissed as she realized dimly that she would have to stand to remove her jeans, and then did so despite his protests when she moved away. She was not awkward, moving sensually as she got her boots off then shimmied out of the jeans. Nick hummed as her beasts shifted and moved with her actions, eyes fixed on them avidly.

Once she was bared to his gaze he lifted a hand and licked his lips lasciviously. Djuna bit her lip; that little lick was so arousing, and his eyes were darkened as he looked at her… he stood and stripped as well, then trailed his fingers over her flesh lightly, licking hi lips again.

“You are beautiful, Djuna… so curved and lush… You are making my mouth water.” He said voice husky. Djuna quivered under his touch and pressed against him, eyes as hot and dark as his. He pulled them down to the mossy bank again and she straddled his hips once more. He reached up and tugged her hair free of the band she had used to hold it back, her soft brown hair falling over her shoulders and framing her face prettily. Her hair was straight as a pin, something she had always hated. But Nick smiled and stroked it, murmuring how pretty it was, and suddenly she liked it too. He pulled her down for another kiss, sweet yet passionate, his hands resting on her hips.

Djuna slid her fingers into his hair and pressed her breasts into his chest as they kissed hotly, their excitement growing quickly. He finally wriggled a bit under her so she broke off and slid back to rest on his thighs. She did not smile as she gazed at his eager flesh, simply taking him in hand and stroking him with a touch that seemed to surprise him. She lifted her eyes to his and her lips twitched.

“There are advantages to older women, no?” She purred as she continued to stroke him, her hand flexing and squeezing him expertly. He groaned and closed his eyes, hips shifting as he went insane with need. Djuna did not torture him for long, moving over him so she could slide down over his hardness. They both moaned as he filled her slowly and she settled her hips against his, enjoying their connection before sliding back up and almost off him. He helped her move over him, cheeks flushing and eyes still closed. She watched him through her lashes, his expression and beautiful face thrilling her completely.

He suddenly moved, clasping her to him as he rolled her under him and began to move more quickly, head moving so he could kiss her neck and jaw, Djuna’s hands caressing his back as her body began to tremble. He felt it and moved even faster, driving into her harder. Djuna’s soft cries encouraged him onward, Nick grasping her hips and tilting her so he could thrust deeper into her, panting with effort. He bit his lip just before Djuna closed her eyes and felt her climax ripple over her, stealing all coherent thought. She saw red and bit her lips to hold in a scream as she shook under him, the pleasure going on and on as Nick continued to drive into her. He uttered a guttural groan of enjoyment as he spilled into her, back arching hard. He finally sagged over her, and she pulled him down to rest against her, not feeling his weight yet. They slowly regained their breath, dimly aware that they should try to get dressed quickly, but neither had much energy for it at the moment. Djuna kissed his cheek and sighed happily.

“That was amazing, just…” He chuckled softly and nodded, his face in her neck.

“Yes it was… I can’t even move yet. I feel weak as a kitten.” He admitted. He rolled to her side and she moved to face him, his arms sliding around her. “You are amazing Djuna… I feel like I’ve never had an orgasm before I met you… I know it sounds cheesy but it’s true.” She smiled shyly, pleased yet embarrassed by the praise.

“Well you said your first girlfriend was an older woman… surely she taught you a few things then…” he blushed to her delight and nodded.

“Well yes, she did teach me a lot… but she was not that much older than me, really… But you, you never hesitate, and obviously know things I never even thought of… your hands and what you did before, that was insane. I still don’t know what you were doing or how it could be that different…

“Well that’s true… I was never shy about sex and like to make my lover feel the most he can in the moment…” She said quietly. She traced his flank with a fingertip and he shivered pleasantly. “It’s about not holding back I think… trying things and observing what works and what doesn’t. You are really responsive; you make it obvious when you like something.

(not done but after 50 hits, I feel maybe someone wants to see more?)