FIRE OF THE NIGHT

Chapter 24

„Honey, honey…wake up!“
Tamsin swam through obliqueness when the words reached her from a place far, far away. When her shoulder was gently shaken, she surfaced from deep down and her eyes focused on Gerry’s face. She yawned and stretched “hmm…how late is it?”
“It’s only five o’clock but I want to show you something.”

“At five in the morning?” she groaned and realised that he looked astonishingly awake at this ungodly hour. “Yeah come on now sleepyhead” and while she tried to rub the sleep out of her eyes Tam watched how Gerry energetically got out of bed and walked towards the bathroom. She turned around, closed her eyes and hoped against better judgement that he would give up his plan.

Just as she drifted off into blissful sleep again, the blanket was ripped away from her before she could even attempt to hold on to it. “Come on now! You’ll like it” Gerry’s voice commanded.
Tamsin groaned as in her opinion nothing could be worth getting up that early.

Once she was dressed Gerry pushed her towards the door “come on we have to hurry…jeeeez you are so incredibly slow babe”
“I’m tired and cold Gerry” Tam complained thoroughly unamused.
He walked over to a chest and moments later ordered “arms up” in order to pull a big, knitted sweater over her head. He then studied her with satisfaction “hm…better I guess”.

Too tired to dissent, although not even her fingertips were visible under the long arms of the heavy piece of clothing, she followed him out through the front door, where they got into the parked car.

Soon they were driving along a country road in the darkness and Tamsin had no idea where they were going, since Gerry stubbornly insisted that it was a surprise. After a short drive he parked the car and light was slowly seeping through the shadows as they walked on a path that led them upwards.

Tamsin felt awake and excited. After a while she also felt out of breath as she followed Gerry closely, until he stopped all of a sudden. When she looked up the deep breath she was about to take caught in her throat. There was a majestic Loch beneath them.

Covered in the early morning fog it looked dark and mystic. Behind the majestic, bare peaks opposite them the sun was slowly rising, sending ray after ray illuminating the fog in an amazingly beautiful way.

“Judging from the fact that your chin just dropped to your chest, you seem to like my surprise” Gerry observed with a wide grin.
“It’s absolutely…AMAZING” Tamsin gasped, not able to tear her eyes away from the vista that spread out in front of her.

Gerry was thrilled about his well received effort and admittedly adored the sight himself. He sat down on the grass and Tamsin joined him, settling in-between his legs. He wrapped his arms around her from behind and she leaned against his chest. In silence they both watched the peaks as the red rays of the sunrise reached over their tops, bathing the sky and clouds in a pink satin glow.

The fog slowly rose as if it were trying to crawl towards the light of the sun that neglected the Glen at this early hour. Tamsin grinned to herself “I would have never thought of you as such a romantic…this is really kitsch…” but Gerry quickly put his had over her mouth “No! You are not going to ruin this for a change. You must be the most unromantic girl ever!”

Tamsin sheepishly admitted “ok, ok…sorry…I love it… it’s absolutely wonderful…it’s like a reflex that I get sarcastic if something is so overwhelmingly, unrealistically beautiful!”

“Yeah…right. Why don’t you just QUIETLY admire what you see…that’s just a thought babe”. He pointed to the mountain range on the other side of the Loch “look over there, that’s the Balquidder mountains and the Loch you cannot really see right now cause of all that fog is Loch Voil.”

Tamsin felt how Gerry rested his chin heavily on her shoulder and she silently let the scenery unfold its powerful impact. The sun slowly climbed higher in the sky and the fog lifted more and more and seemingly dissolved into nothingness.

She felt emotions rise that were inseparably entwined. The sense of beauty around her combined with the sadness of Gerry leaving, let tears rise and blur her vision. At first one rolled over her cheek then a second followed. Tamsin quickly brushed them away which caused Gerry to enquire “you alright?”
“Yeah I’m fine…it’s just…beautiful and…sad”

He drew her closer, hooked a finger under her chin and turned her face around “what’s sad? Ah…admit it…you’re just a sucker for the beautiful Scottish scenery”
“Haha…ah nothing…”
“Come on tell me Tam”
“well…you’re leaving”
“I’ll be back soon. You know I can’t change it!”
“I know, I know…I did not mean it as an accusation Gerry”
He sighed “yeah…I know. I just got defensive because being apart will be a problem again and again. I’ll be away filming and promoting films and and and…”

Tamsin smiled at him through the tears “at least things won’t get boring with you and I am mostly crying because that panorama is so bloody beautiful”
He looked vicotoriously at her “HAH I knew it…” then laughed and wiped off a tear that left a wet trail down her bruised cheek “does it still hurt?”

She knew immediately what he was referring to and shrugged “no I have nearly forgotten that it’s there anyway…no need to worry”

Gerry was not really convinced and only time would show how the incident in Rye had impacted her.
“Gerry? I need to ask you something…are you angry because I was so stupid in Rye? It was all my fault and you had to save me from my own stupidity!”

He looked at her with a serious expression and watched new tears fill her eyes “you think I am angry with you because of what happened there?”
“I thought that was the reason why you were all of a sudden so distant…”

“Don’t ever think that again! I have never been angry because of that and how can you say it was your fault? Yeah, it was not the best idea to walk around in the darkness all on your own…but I let you go and anyway it was the fault of these bloody bastards! …All I feel in regard to you when I think back to that night is relief because nothing worse happened!”

“Thank you Gerry…”
“There are just two things I ask in return…take care of yourself while I’m gone and now please stop crying because it makes me sad too!”
“Promise”

Gerry gently kissed her neck and after a few minutes of silence Tamsin had recovered and felt surprisingly upbeat again.
“Hey Highlander, I’m getting hungry…”
He smirked “yeah I’m hungry too” and kissed her first softly and then deeper and more hungrily.

He let himself sink backwards and took Tamsin with him “you cunning, hot blooded Scot…what a smooth transition” “Hey! We won’t be able to make love for two whole weeks! How cruel is THAT! …As a consequence we need to make the best of…well today!”

She chuckled “then you better stop talking and get your pants off”.
He looked slightly unsure “Here? This is a public viewpoint mostly frequented by people from south of the border…dangerous folks I’ve been told”
Tamsin rolled her eyes “great!”

Then Gerry obviously had an idea “come on I know a much better place!” A few minutes later they had reached a little clearance and he let go of her hand “what do you think?”
“Hm…not bad and definitely more private”

Taking this verdict as the go, he bridged the gap between them, kissed her hotly and when he tried to get under the sweater muttered in annoyance “I have to get this monstrous thing off you…” but at the same time started to kiss her again.

After a minute he was panting as a result of his unsuccessful efforts and cursed as the realisation hit him, that he had obviously overestimated his skills to both kiss and get her out of that knitted tent.

When it was finally off Tamsin shivered “darn…Scottish mornings are quite chilly” Gerry stared at her, trying to figure out whether her well-being was more important right now, or his lust that had already sent adrenaline rushing through his body.

She laughed “Gerry it’s ok…just make me feel warm please…I did not say stop” and there was no need to repeat this.

He was onto her with a growl and his tongue did not wait for an invitation, but invaded her mouth with a quick trust. Tamsin felt stunned and turned on at the same time, so fast had been the change in Gerry from caring, gentle and romantic to raging with desire.

As his warm hands stroked along her spine and then wandered into the general direction of her breasts, she did not care about anything else than wanting to feel more of his hands on her body.

Her own hands wandered down to the fly of his trousers and he gasped when she cupped him through his pants.

Now it was Tamsin’s turn to groan “you know Gerry…I love to feel how hard you are” and fumbled with his zipper until she succeeded and greedily gripped his erection.
“Gerry, Gerry…no pants…again” but then resumed their kiss and played with his tongue.

She sucked on his tongue, still holding his cock in her hand and felt him jerk his hips into her grasp. Dizziness wavered through her from the sheer amount of lust that coursed in her blood. Gerry was hot and hard in her hand, his tongue was flicking against hers, he groaned and writhed to gain friction.

Tamsin thought she would explode any moment without any touch of his hands south of her breasts. Gerry had other plans though and let his hands wander from her breasts towards her stomach and then slowly let his fingers run over her crotch.

He stared at her open mouthed when arched into his touch and after a few rough strokes came while still clothed clinging onto his neck. Wave after wave ran through her and he kept stimulating her until she stilled against him, panting.

She was gasping for breath and realised that she had let go of Gerry’s hard on.
When she looked into his eyes they were darkened by desire. He whispered hoarsely with a touch of mocking “I can’t believe I hardly touched you and you still came…”

“Well…it was so incredibly sexy to feel you so hard in my hand, hear, see and taste how aroused you are…feel you jerk into my touch…just talking about it turns me on again”

He moaned loudly “stop talking will you…” just when her hand found his stone hard cock again and started to move up and down. Barely audible was his request in between his hard breathing “I want to come inside you…please…” So she stripped down her trousers and before they even reached the ground Gerry was pressing hard against her, his erection both hard and silky against her lower body, his tongue once more thrusting into her mouth.

He was so far gone that he did not even let her lie down “Gerry...Gerry…that’s not gonna work” and she had to force some distance between them before he reacted. Only when Tamsin kneeled down he followed and nearly knocked her over in his haste.

As soon as her bum touched the ground a jolt of pain made her yelp loudly. Gerry was ripped out of his all consuming desire “what’s wrong?”
“Dunno but it flipping hurts”
“Where?”
“Bum”
He could not help but chuckle, checked and found a small thorn that was buried in her flesh.
Holding back a huge laugh but managed to inform her dryly “there was a thorn in your behind”
When she turned with a scowl on her lips, she saw him kneel there his thick cock still proudly erect.

Thorn forgotten in an instant she crawled towards Gerry, who sat down and slowly impaled herself onto him. Gerry closed his eyes and his mouth dropped open, then he adjusted his position to sheath himself deeper.

Just as he started to move inside her and felt his arousal reach the same heights as before the thorn incident, he lay down flat on his back and regretted it immediately. Something incredibly prickly made him jolt upwards again and in a startled Tamsin stared at him.

“What’s wrong NOW?” she inquired with a quizzical expression.
“Fecked hell!” he turned to find a small, yet incredibly…prickly Thistle, which he had flattened. The small but proud Scottish national symbol had not gone down without a good fight though. She followed his glance, at first giggled and then laughed out loud “oh my god…this is like a comedy show”

”Haha” Gerry grumbled.
Then smirked involuntarily and joined her laughter after he had fought back his annoyance at the situation.

Between giggles he managed to speak “This…must easily be the most pathetic attempt…EVER to have outdoor sex! What’s next…a branch breaking off and knocking you out? …Or me putting my back out?”

Tamsin wiped away tears of laughter, but was till determined to finish what had been started and when her gaze fell onto the woollen sweater she knew what to do.

“Sit on that sweater Gerry” when he gave her yet another questioning look she answered it with a serious, concentrated expression, motioning towards the piece of knitted wool and the mossy ground “you know…you sit on it and I can sit on your lap”

Gerry quickly grabbed the piece of clothing and let himself drop onto it rather inelegantly. When Tamsin, biting her lower lip in focused action climbed onto his lap, he lost it.

At first he chuckled, then he giggled until he laughed out loud, tears of hilarity filling his eyes. Tamsin in turn progressed from a surprised facial expression to a smirk and then could not help but join Gerry’s laughter.

Gerry gasped for air “honey…this is just” and then once more bellowed with laughter before he pressed out “hilarious”.

When he had regained his ability to breathe he added between mad giggles “We’re hopeless! I am sitting here with my bare arse on the jumper my great aunt has knitted with the most innocent intentions.

My back feels like a hundred needles are piercing it and you…” another exceptionally mad giggle preceded the words aimed at Tam “…and you have a pierced bum”

Gerry proceeded to wipe away a tear “I don’t think I can do this. I’m getting too old for outdoor sex!”

Tamsin sighed “talk about sexual tension…to be precise, unfulfilled sexual tension” while he buried his head between her breasts still giggling “you know…I’m really glad no-one taped that.”

“Well it surely would keep people entertained” Tamsin added dryly. Although Gerry had put his head into its current environment without sexual intent, he now got aware of the fact that he was blissfully close to those curves he never got tired to admire.

Tamsin was utterly oblivious about his newly perking interest and ran her hand absentmindedly through his thick, short hair with that irresistible ‘just out of bed look’.

All of a sudden she felt his hands under the shirt she still wore and her heart missed a beat, just before her pulse quickened as his hands travelled to her breasts and his mouth was warm on her throat.

Even before his lips met hers, his tongue skipped the foreplay and entered her mouth. Although surprised by this sudden swing in mood, Tam’s lust came swift and willingly back.

She moved on his lap and gasped when her bare, hot skin met Gerry’s equally hot arousal. His hot breath entered her mouth in response and she moved against him, feeling his renewed, fast growing arousal.

Kisses became more frantic and long teased hardness pressed eagerly into her tummy in an urgency that seemed unreal after the laughter from moments ago.

Gerry moaned as she gripped him and gasped as she slipped onto his erection. All hilarity forgotten, he tugged at her shirt and finally disposed of it. With ease they met each others movements and fell into a mutual rhythm, like dance partners executing a well practised routine.

Thrust after thrust they climbed together towards the top and Gerry knew he would not last long. Even faster than he had feared, he shuddered and climaxed, moaning into the nape of her neck, the torment of overpowering lust transformed into blissful release.

Tamsin held him close and enjoyed the feeling of his orgasm under her hands and his lustfully contorted face when he finally threw it back in the last throes of ecstasy.

Panting heavily he raised his eyes to hers and felt her hands framing his face, but he knew that he had come too fast for her to follow him to where he had gone. Gerry was still hard inside her and let his fingers travel down between her legs, where he stroked her, holding her gaze steady with his not allowing her to un-focus her eyes.

He knew that he had hit that special spot when her eyes widened and her iris’ darkened with intensified lust. Gerry in response forgot to breathe as he saw slightly parted lips quivering helplessly. He heard how air was drawn in sharply, a response triggered by an additional movement of his fingers.

His other hand rested on the small of her back and he felt her arch into his touch. He quickened his strokes and felt powerful as little moans told him if her impending climax.

When Tamsin reciprocated his earlier shudders and let her head fall back, he slowed his motions and finally stopped when she went limp in his arms.

Her first words, leaping unstoppably out of her mouth were “whoa Gerry” and made him chuckle once more. With a satisfied, smug smirk he commented “you’ve put that oh so very eloquently into words honey! I take it as a compliment and would like to add that I too found this little encounter quite satisfactory after all.”

“Shut up Gerry…you sound like a pompous twat” was her quick reply, rewarded by a little slap onto her bare behind “careful milady!”

He tried to disentangle himself from her “Come on now…may I offer my hand? I fear for your welbeing since I gather that these goose-bumps are different from the ones that have formed under my masterful touch earlier on.”

“Gee Gerry! Has your brain suffered from a lack of oxygen? Well anyway, let’s go back home. I bet your Mum has already noticed we’re missing!”

“I rather hope she has prepared a huuuuge breakfast” and to underline his desperate condition - he added rolling his eyes in an altogether overdramatic manner - “I’m starving!”