With Benefits?

Harlea patted her hair with her towel a little more while watching herself in the mirror. Afterwards, she smoothed some conditioning cream into her lengthy locks then combed it through with a brush. Satisfied, she turned from the counter and picked up her nightgown and slipped it on with ease. The coral color always made her feel sexy; the lace embroidery on the bust didn’t hurt either. Her favorite part was the small, floral kimono style robe that came with it. She slid it on quickly and opened her bathroom door. Her vanity was waiting by the door for her, before leaving her room she spritzed on some perfume and swiped on some deodorant. It was getting late, but she still wasn’t tired enough for sleep. She felt like a livewire, everything inside her was buzzing. She hoped some TV would bore her to sleep. Her mind was made up, she tied her thin robe and headed down to the living room.
As Harlea neared the bottom of the staircase she heard a familiar television show coming from her destination. She stopped on the last step, listening in. She knew it was on the History Channel, something Shane had done since he was young. She sighed, knowing that he was still awake, even if just for a little while. She suddenly became conscious of how little she was wearing. She contemplated turning around and going back to her room, she didn’t want to deal with another scene like the one in the bathroom some weeks back.

“Hey!” Shane’s voice called out to her from behind.

Harlea started and turned to him. He stood in the hallway connecting the kitchen to the foyer holding a large bowl of popcorn. He smiled warmly at her.
“Glad you decided to come back and join me. They’ve got some show on right now that’s explaining the plagues of Egypt.”

The offer seemed innocent enough, he even shook to bowl at her. From where she was standing she could see it was covered in extra butter; a weakness they both shared. She let go of her qualms and followed him into the living room where they sat on the couch, side by side, enjoying both the show and the popcorn. By the forty-five minute mark the popcorn was gone and the bowl had found a resting place on the floor beside the arm of the furniture. Well into the next episode, Harlea had pulled the throw blanket off the back of the couch and wrapped her legs in it. At the end of that show, Shane went to the restroom and upon his return he lit a small log in the fireplace. Some time later, they were still sitting there watching the strange shows that just seemed to keep coming. The grandfather clock in the hallway chimed in a two in the morning, and Harlea rested her head on Shane’s shoulder, feeling calm and drowsy.
She closed her eyes, relishing in the comfort that had seemed to find it’s way back to them. She had felt awkward toward him at first, and how could she not? He wasn’t what she knew him to be at all. All the rumors and talk about the things he’d always been up to proved to be false, but he took them and ran. She loved that about him, she felt the smile spread across her face. She wished for a way to celebrate all that he was. No sooner had the thought crossed her mind before it was whisked away by recollections of the bathroom. If she could just go back to that……
Oh what did it matter? She wouldn’t change a thing; well, maybe the fact that she left him. Part of her wished she had stayed and found out where all that would lead, but then again, she already knew. Knowing didn’t stop the curiosity, though, and boy was the desire growing inside her to learn about him in that way. Was he quiet? Gentle? Loving? Or was he noisy and rough? Was he as passionate in his intimacy as he was about living? Would he take his time and work hard to please her, or would his satisfy his lust and be done with it all? Why is this so difficult?
Harlea felt his fingertips on her face, brushing some loose strands away from her mouth. She forced her eyes to open and take in the sight of him, interest still dancing in the back of her mind.

“Sorry.” he said simply, “You had some hair in your mouth. I didn’t mean to wake you.”

He must’ve read something in Harlea’s expression because his thumb brushed against her lips lightly, yet deliberately. She saw the same musing playing in his features, but she no longer felt the need to suppress them. She lightly puckered her lips and kissed the pad of his thumb, immediately bringing another pleased smile to his mouth.
Harlea’s craving to feel his zeal once more overtook her, she dropped the blanket from her, letting the cool rush of air caress her bare legs. Her hand cupped his ear on the far side of his face. She brought his face closer, raising up on her knees to lean in for a kiss on his full lips. She pressed lightly, not sure how he’d react. He seemed weary at first, causing Harlea to pull away, but he followed not letting their lips part. The hand he’d had on her face moved to cradle the back of her head and pull her back to him.
Harlea followed his lead, and on cue opened her lips to allow him to kiss her deeper. Together, their bodies turned and she straddled his lap. Her hands moved from his head to the buttons on his shirt. Slowly and delicately she undid them one by one as she pressed harder into his kiss. She could feel her gown rearrange from him balling it up in his fists. He released his hold on her insubstantial clothing, relocating to the knot that kept her robe tied. The tie loosed and the robe fell open just as she had finished her work on his shirt. She pushed the cloth off his shoulders, wedging it between him and the couch. Her lips moved away from his and found a sensitive spot on his neck. She kissed lightly, the nipped at it a bit. He adjusted her, lowering her waist, making her rest her full weight in his lap. The feel of it excited her even more.
She pulled away only long enough to shrug off the sheer fabric still clinging to her arms. Shane took his chance then, turning his attention to the same spot on her neck. The first slight nibble gave her goose bumps and she bucked against him for the first time. He inhaled as sharply as she did at the unexpected thrill. Harlea tried to ignore it just long enough to remove his shirt. Once she was able to stroke his entire upper body without interference she pushed into him again, sending another wave of pleasure through them both.
Shane pulled away from her neck and collarbone, his fingers finding the straps of her nightie. He slid them off their perch on her slender shoulders to reveal her from the bellybutton up. He looked her in the eye then, staring intensely for a moment before meeting her lips once more. His hands slithered along her clavicle, down her sternum, in between her assets, making their way further down to tickle her abdomen just under the slinky fabric. In response to his teasing she found his belt buckle, and slid the small strapping off with hardly any trouble. He pulled away from her kiss, vaguely astounded by the ease with which she worked. She grinned mischievously thumbing the small brass button fastening his pants around his waist. She gave a slight tug and it sprang free, then her fingers found the zipper, making quick work of it. Shane’s smirk grew in anticipation as Harlea’s fingers snaked between his skin and the fabric. She found her target quickly, letting the pads of her fingers brush over him nonchalantly. He was insanely warm, Harlea delighted in his expression of momentary astonishment and ecstasy letting out a deep moan.
He retaliated by taking a nipple into his mouth. Again, she bucked against him, crying out in a hushed tone. He prompted his tongue to flick across the rigid flesh. Instantly her hand was in his hair forcing him to continue the attention. As soon as her grip on him loosened he found his way back to her lips, letting his hands and fingers find the band of her panties. His fingers slid under the seam quickly, intent on her weak spot.
Harlea prepared for his touch, the lust in the pit of her threatening to overtake her the moment he brushed against the small, fleshy bundle of nerves. Just as Shane began to stroke at her - the phone rang, startling them both with the sudden intrusion of sound.
“Of course,” Shane laughed throatily, licking his lips as though he just realized they were dry.
Harlea giggled awkwardly, “Should we ignore it?” she asked, not sure now if they should continue.
“Hell yeah!” Shane answered, enthused.

Harlea moved to kiss him once more, but before their lips met the answering machine picked up.
“Harlea? Baby, it’s mom. I’m sitting in the ER….”

Harlea stopped and sighed heavily, not letting her mother continue, she rose off of Shane’s lap and answered the phone.