by Donna Raider
“Now, don’t get scared and react and throw a fireball or anything.” Mika grinned. “We can’t have you turning Niagara Falls into a desert.”
Mika helped her with the rain gear the boat operators provided everyone to keep them from getting soaked. She led Leah to a place on the outside rail of the boat. Leah clutched her hand tightly as the boat began to move toward the tumultuous falls. She realized she couldn’t hear anything over the roar of the thundering water. The boat pitched roughly and moved into the white rapids. It suddenly was engulfed in a solid sheet of water. She looked around and could see nothing but water. Except for her wife’s hand, she was cut off from the rest of the world. She was completely alone. Just God and her. Mika was right. It was amazing that rushing water could make one so humble.
As the boat moved toward the dock, Mika pulled Leah into her arms again and kissed her passionately. When she opened her eyes, the falls were gone, and they were in the bathroom of their penthouse.
Surveying her surroundings, she laughed, “A bathroom, darling, you take me to the most interesting places.”
Mika peeled off her raincoat and tossed it into the bathtub, then began unsnapping Leah’s raincoat. “This cute little cap has got to go,” she laughed as she pulled the string beneath Leah’s chin freeing the rain cap. She removed her coat and tossed it into the bathtub. Leah shook her raven hair causing it to fluff around her beautiful face. Last, Mika removed their plastic boots then their shoes.
Mika was on her knees in front of Leah. Her stomach lurched as she slowly ran her hands up Leah’s legs to the band of her slacks. Mika looked up at her for permission. “Oh! Yes,” Leah sighed. “Yes, please.”
Mika slowly slid her slacks and panties to the floor. Leah gasped as she felt Mika’s warm breath just before Mika’s soft moist lips began kissing their way up her thigh. She clutched Mika’s hair to keep from falling. Then she guided her lightly to where she needed her the most.
Leah pulled Mika’s head into her and loudly sobbed as she moved her mouth to please her. Driving Leah into a frenzy, Mika dropped her shirt to the floor then slowly worked her way up Leah’s body, sliding her blouse up as she rose. Mika loved her front release bra and knew she had started wearing them, almost entirely, since their wedding. Mika removed her shirt as Leah clutched frantically at her. In one swift move, Mika swept Leah into her arms and carried her to their bed. She slipped them under the covers and slid down to align her lips with Leah’s breast. She had found that Leah was most sensitive and reacted the most feverishly when she caressed and sucked her breasts.
Mika felt a jolt of electricity shoot through her and move up to her ear. “I can’t take that after last night,” she said hoarsely.”
“Then you better stop teasing me and give me your best shot at mortal love,” Leah said in the deep sultry voice that always took over when she was about to lose control.
Mika watched Leah’s eyes as she lowered herself between her legs. She loved the way Leah arched her back toward her and threw her head back as she cried out Mika’s name. Mika slid her hands under Leah’s hips, lifting her from the bed. “Yes, oh yes, Mika. Please, baby, don’t stop. Don’t ever stop loving me.”
Leah called Mika’s name repeatedly as she sobbed against her chest. Mika knew Leah was crying, but knew it was not from sadness, but a total release of her feelings. “No, please don’t move,” Leah gasped as she clutched Mika tight against her. “Just stay like this for a little while.”
Mika remembered the first time Leah had cried on their wedding night, during their lovemaking. It had scared her. She thought she had hurt Leah. “No, darling, you haven’t hurt me,” Leah had assured her. “It is just that I have waited for so long for this. I’m crying for joy.”
Slowly Leah released Mika from her grip, and she moved off her, coming to rest on her side, sliding her arm beneath Leah and pulling her tightly into her breasts. Mika loved the soft puffs of air that teased her nipples as Leah breathed against her. She felt satisfied as if a great weight had been removed from her stomach and chest. They had made love this morning, but the desire for Leah had started building during the carriage ride and had only increased when Leah clung to her during the boat ride. Mika had fought it all day, wanting to share with Leah some of her favorite things about New York before returning home.
“I am sorry,” Mika whispered. “I couldn’t wait any longer.”
“Silly priest,” Leah raised her eyes to meet Mika’s. “Don’t ever apologize for giving me so much pleasure. I was dying for you. I just didn’t want to interrupt our tour of New York. “Now we can continue until the need takes over again. I must warn you, good as that was; Magic Leah will make an appearance sometime after midnight.”
“I can’t wait,” Mika smiled gleefully. “I should be woman enough for you by then.
“I want to take you to my favorite supper club tonight,” Mika gave her a little girl smile. “I knew I couldn’t make it through supper without ending up here. I thought a couple of hours of mortal love making now would hold us until midnight.”
“Maybe,” Leah smiled sensuously.
Her phone began ringing. She frowned at the unfamiliar number that appeared on her screen. She showed the number to Mika before answering the phone.
“Oh, hello Mr. Devon,” she frowned at Mika. “Is there a problem with the contract?
“Thank you for the kind offer, but I have plans with my wife tonight. You do know I’m married? . . . Yes, she accompanied me on this trip.”
“Of course. No. I’m not offended. I hope you have a good evening too.”
“Everything okay?” Mika asked, sitting up and scooting her back against the headboard. Leah moved to lean against her knees, propping her foot on Mika’s shoulders, letting her toes tickle her ear.
“Yes,” Leah sighed heavily. “Just Marcus inviting me to dinner. Apparently, he thinks I ‘fool around’ on you with my parish priest.”
Mika thought back over their encounters with Marcus. “I’m not sure we ever told him I’m your wife,” she mused. “He probably thinks you are sleeping with your parish priest.”
“I am,” Leah laughed devilishly. “I just happen to be married to her.”
“Umm, and don’t you forget it, my beauty,” Mika said in her deepest, evil voice, as she gently caressed Leah’s breasts.
“You know,” Leah smiled her predator smile, “Magic Leah is just waiting for you.”
“After midnight,” Mika reminded her. “Right now, we need to call our son.”
They both spoke with Richie on the speakerphone. Mika regaled him with his mother’s superior negotiating skills. The boy laughed loudly as the priest told him what a bumbling fool Marcus had become when Leah began pushing for changes in the contract. Of course, Mika didn’t tell him she had worn a dress cut so low, that she had also become a bumbling fool for his mother.
“So, will you be home tomorrow,” Richie asked. “I miss you both.”
“We thought we would do some sightseeing tomorrow,” Leah answered. “We want to attend Mass in the oldest Catholic Church in New York and see a musical on Broadway.”
“We’ll be home Sunday,’ Mika added. We will get back early Sunday morning. We’ll try to be home in time for church.” She looked at her wife for affirmation, and Leah nodded.
“Is everything okay there?” Leah read the unhappiness in her son’s voice.
“Yeah, it is just weird.” The teen answered. “Emily is on the night shift and sleeps all day. Grandpa is on the day shift and sleeps all night. Grandma wants to make gingerbread decorations to hang on our Christmas tree. It will be our first Christmas as a family, you, Mika and me. I thought we would begin our own Christmas traditions. I wasn’t thinking gingerbread, Mom.”
Leah laughed that free, happy laugh, reserved for her son and wife. “I love you, Richie. Yes, you’re right. We will be introducing our Christmas traditions at the Cross home this year.”
“Why don’t you let everyone know we will
meet at Town Hall after church to give a full report on our final contract,” Mika added.
“Tomorrow is Saturday,” Leah noted. “Emily should be off work. I bet she has something special planned for the two of you.”
“Yeah,” Richie perked up. “I bet she does. Okay, see you guys Sunday. Love you, Mom. Love you Mika.”
“Goodnight, son.” Both parents laughed into the phone, knowing their son’s mood had already improved.
“Let’s dress for dinner,” Mika kissed her softly, “and see how our evening plays out.”
##
The supper club, located in a historical, classically designed building, was one of those closely held society secrets of New York. For members only and very elegant. A place where the wealthy of the city could enjoy themselves without being bothered by the less desirables of their city’s nouveau riche. The membership roster showed the Cross family as one of the original founders. The membership was always paid ten years in advance. The credit card on file was drawn on a bank in Switzerland.
Tables were placed discreetly apart and secluded by tasteful greenery surrounding each table, giving it the illusion of being the only table in the room. The low lighting and soft music completed the ambiance of the restaurant.
The maître d' pulled out Leah’s chair and placed her napkin across her lap. “May I recommend the Chateau Cheval Blanc 2005 an excellent Bordeaux from Saint-Émilion, France?
“Let’s try something neither of us has tried before,” Leah smiled at her wife.
“That sounds good,” Mika nodded to the man.
A waiter in a black tuxedo brought the wine, cradling it in his arm for Leah to examine. She nodded, and he opened it offering her the cork. She declined, and he poured a small amount of the wine in her glass for her approval. She smiled as the wine passed her lips and nodded her pleasure. The waiter filled her glass and then Mika’s.
Leah looked around the restaurant. Her wife smiled as the candlelight reflected from Leah’s mesmerizing brown eyes. “This is lovely,” Leah smiled her approval.
“The loveliest of them all,” Mika said lost in her beauty.
They ordered dinner and finished the bottle of wine. A talented female singer joined the band and began singing love songs designed to encourage couples to dance. Mika walked to the singer and whispered to her. She led her wife to the dance floor and began to move her around to the soft music of Josh Groban’s You Raise Me Up. “It is for you,” Mika whispered in her ear.
The singer was exceptional and her performance outstanding. The words continued to play in Leah’s mind long after the song stopped.
Another song began, and they continued to glide gracefully around the dance floor. As they danced, Mika began to verbalize her feelings. All too often people think wonderful, loving things, but fail to share them with the one they love.
“I love the feel of you against me,” Mika whispered. “I love the feel from the bottom of my feet to the top of my head. I love the feel of your soft breasts pressed against mine. I love the feel of your body moving with me, against me. I love the feel of your arms around me. I love the way you rest your head on my shoulder. I love your eyes. You know how I love your lips. There are no words to describe the thrill of holding you in my arms.”
Leah tilted her head back and looked into Mika’s incredible blue eyes. She could see eternity in her eyes. “You have just given words to everything I am feeling right now.”
Mika leaned down and kissed her softly, chastely.
They returned to the table where the waiter was cradling a new bottle of wine. “Why not?” Mika grinned. “It isn’t every day we get to have dinner alone in New York.”
They danced and drank the wine until the second bottle was empty. Mika could tell Leah was a little tipsy, but only because she knew her so well.
“We have a request for a song I don’t know,” the singer announced. The band knows it, but I don’t. The band hit a few notes of That Old Black Magic Called Love, and the crowd murmured approval.
“We want the words,” someone called from the table to the left of the dance floor.
“Oh, I love that song,” Leah almost squealed, leaning into her wife. “It reminds me of us. Do you know the words?”
“I do,” Mika grinned that foolish grin that only slightly intoxicated lovers share with one another.
Before Mika knew what was happening, her wife was dragging her to the microphone. “We know the song,” Leah beamed.
“Alright, then,” the singer smiled and moved away from the mic, making room for them. “Ladies and gentlemen, I give you…”
“…Mrs. and Mrs. Cross,” Leah announced into the mic.
The band played the intro, and the couple began singing to each another, snapping their fingers to the beat. They were having fun, dancing, singing, emphasizing certain words to one another, completely oblivious of the approval from the supper club diners. When Mika sang the line, you are the lover that I've waited for, Leah leaned toward her, shimmying her shoulders and entire upper body and sang, the mate that fate had me created for, they didn’t miss a beat. It was as if they had been performing with the band forever.
When the song concluded, they held hands and bowed to the audience. Leah started blowing kisses to their appreciative audience, as Mika led her back to their table. It was obvious they were too much in love to care if they had made fools of themselves.
Mika called James to bring up the car. Mika knew her wife was just minutes away from falling into a wine induced sleep.
##
Leah leaned heavily against Mika as they rode up the elevator, still singing random phrases from That Old Black Magic Called Love. Mika swept Leah into her arms and carried her from the elevator to their bedroom. She was softly slumbering when Mika laid her on their bed. She slipped off her shoes and clothes and pulled the comforter over her.
Mika stepped out onto the terrace and stood quietly for a long time. She was talking to her God. Thanking him for all her blessings especially her wife and son.
It was four in the morning when the priest slipped into bed beside her wife. She wrapped herself around Leah and snuggled into her soft warmth.
##
Mika awoke the next morning to the sound of the television in the living room. Slipping on her jeans and a blouse, she joined her wife. “I smell the coffee,” Mika mumbled, not quite awake and slightly staggering toward the counter in the kitchen.
“Baby look at this,” Leah called her to sit beside her.
Mika sipped her coffee as she listened to the weather report of the worst blizzard in history stalled over Washington D.C. The storm had been pounding Washington since Wednesday night with no sign of diminishing. Power lines were down, and water mains were frozen. The National Guard had been called in to help people stranded in their cars. The members of both the Senate and House of Representatives were snowed in with no hope of leaving Congress until the snow thawed. No deaths had been reported.
“In contrast to Washington D.C., New York has beautiful, spring-like weather,” the newscaster continued. “The arctic blast had hit Washington, D.C. and stalled when the icy coastal gales had met the cold arctic winds. Once the blizzard begins to move up the coast, it will more than likely wreak havoc on all of the East Coast with New York receiving the brunt of the storm.”
“Sounds like we will be going home to some very bad weather,” Mika noted. “Or, maybe it will fizzle out before it reaches Maine. I can’t think of a better place for a storm to stall than over a congregation of national politicians. Perhaps, if they are forced to stay together for a few days, they will talk to one another and begin to sort out the mess they have gotten this country into.”
“Great coffee,” Mika held her cup up as if toasting her.
Leah nodded. “I just wanted to tell you that yesterday was the most incredible day. I had such fun. Everything we did was wonderful. Especially the supper club. It was very impressive. These past few days have been marvelous.”
Leah’s phone rang, and Emily’s name popped onto the screen. She groaned and ignored the ringing. “Aren’t you going to answer that,” Mika nuzzled her hair.
“I am sure it would just ruin an enjoyable morning with you.”
After a few seconds, Mika’s phone began to play the ringtone Devil Woman. Leah laughed as she heard the sound. “I take it that is the sheriff’s ringtone on your phone.”
“I have to be in the right frame of mind to talk to our sheriff,” Mika grinned. “I’m allowed a little fun, right?
Mika answered her phone. “Good morning, Sheriff. Yes, she’s right here.” She handed her phone to Leah with a shrug.
“Hello,” Leah rolled her eyes.
“What the hell, Leah,” Emily blasted the mayor, “you have the priest screening your calls now?”
“What do you want?” Leah said tersely.
“I want you two to stop embarrassing our town,” the sheriff barked.
##
Marcus Devon sat staring at his computer screen and the long list of emails he hadn’t answered since Thursday. He felt as if he was going crazy. He couldn’t get the dark-haired mayor out of his mind. She filled his dreams and haunted his waking hours. He had tried to erase her smile from his thoughts by spending the night with his latest companion but found it only made matters worse. They’d had sex, but he had been totally disengaged, only going through the motions half-heartedly. He finally asked her to leave and spent the rest of the night getting drunk. Now he was in his office on a Saturday morning, hung over and desperately searching for an email from the president of his firm.
Baron Goodson stormed into his office. Baron was excited. “Have you watched it yet,” he demanded as Marcus clicked on his email.
The subject line simply said “dynamite.” Marcus clicked the video to download it. He desperately needed water and a bottle of aspirin.
Baron paced the floor. He was famous for finding new, marketable talent. He had been searching for fresh, exciting talent for over a year and coming up short. His latest obsession with the lead singer of the Choir Boys band had Marcus on his bad side. Baron had been very upset that his top agent had failed to deliver a contract tying up the band and its lead singer for ten years. Marcus hadn’t told him the town’s mayor had simply out maneuvered him.
