Northern Exposure

by Stephanie Williams

  “Just a minute,” Sebastian yelled toward the door. “Sorry, honey,” he whispered in Brit’s ear as he lifted her up.

  “I feel like I’ve been busted by my parents,” she giggled.

  “Maybe we should have finished and given the staff an earful.” He smiled wickedly.

  “Oh, no. Sebastian,” she said, straightening her clothes. But the idea did sound like fun.

  Sebastian finished straightening himself up and went to the door. “Ah. Now this is what I call service. Right over there, please.” He pointed to the table by the window.

  “My girlfriend and I were just mentioning how beautiful the cabin is.”

  “Thank you, sir.” The room service waiter bowed and smiled. “Anything else I can get for you and your girlfriend?”

  “No,” Sebastian said as he looked through his wallet and pulled out some money for a tip. “Oh, you can tell the staff that we love the bed. Nice and firm.” He turned to Brit and winked.

  Brit’s face felt like a hot furnace.

  The man left and Sebastian turned back to her.

  “You’re bad,” Brit said, getting up going to the table. “He knew what you were talking about.”

  “Are you embarrassed?”

  “Just a little…you know.” She shrugged.

  “Did you mind that I called you my girlfriend?”

  “No…I…” Wait a doggone minute. He had introduced her as his girlfriend.

  “Come on. Food is getting cold,” Sebastian said, taking a seat.

  She sat down and looked out the window. She needed to reassess some things.

  Chapter Six

  “Let’s go dancing this evening,” Brit said, rummaging through the closet.

  Sebastian was sitting in the chair, reading the ship’s newspaper. “I love the idea. Besides, we know the music will be better.”

  “Uh huh. Lawrence Welk,” Brit mused.

  “Hey, there is a miniature golf game in thirty minutes. Want to try it?” Sebastian asked.

  “I never played.”

  “I’ll teach you. I actually play golf.”

  “Don’t tell me. You go to Scotland.”

  “Every chance I get.” He laughed.

  They started looking for appropriate clothing for their outing.

  Once dressed, they went on deck and headed to the miniature golf course. “This is so cute,” Brit squealed.

  “Please,” Sebastian said in a playful tone. “This is serious business.”

  “Oh, yes of course.” Brit smiled hard.

  Sebastian loved this time together. They were both away from their jobs and enjoying each other. No pressure. Okay, maybe there was some pressure. But it all came from his hormones. Even though they had done some heavy making out at the hotel and in their cabin, he wanted to make sure the moment was right before they moved further.

  At the golf course, it was a disaster. But it was funny. Brit missed the windmill and the putter flew out of her hand and went overboard. For her embarrassment, Sebastian gave her a passionate kiss and everyone around them applauded.

  At shuffleboard, Brit was better. Sebastian, however, couldn’t keep the puck in play. But the best time came later, when it was just the two of them looking out over the water

  “This is beautiful country, Sebastian. Just look at those lush, green mountains.” Brit scooted closer to him and leaned on the railing. “I’ve only been a working observer. Now I can relax and enjoy being a spectator.”

  “The scenery is beautiful,” Sebastian said, putting his arm around her shoulder.

  She turned to look at him. “You’re not even looking at the scenery.”

  “Yes, I am. And it’s absolutely breathtaking.” He brought her close to him hugged her, then kissed her for what seemed like hours. He finally came up for air.

  “Did anyone ever tell you you’re a great kisser?” Brit asked.

  “Yes, but it never meant anything to me, until now.” He took her by the hand. “I’ve been on this cruise before, but it never did anything for me. It was like taking a trip to see my grandmother. Until today. I’m with someone that brings meaning to all of this.” He swept his hand in the general direction of the mountains.

  “I must admit, this is my first date overseas.”

  “Really?”

  “You sound surprised.”

  “I am. You’re beautiful inside and out. I’m surprised the men were not beating down your door.” He smiled. “But I’m glad to hear it.”

  “Like I said, it was all work, and when I did have time for myself, it was doing something crazy, like wind gliding in Barcelona”

  “You wind glided in Barcelona?” Sebastian’s eyes got big.

  “Yep, and it got real windy and I almost slammed into the side of a mountain,” she said. They both laughed and began heading back to the cabin

  Once inside, they began nibbling from the gift basket and they turned on the television. It was all in Norwegian, but the commercials were funny.

  Sebastian joined her on the bed. Brit looked at him, and had the urge to run her fingers through his hair. “So nice.”

  “I didn’t put gel in, just for you.”

  “Thanks, my fingers appreciate it.”

  “I ordered a romantic dinner.”

  “Eating in again? You know the rest of the passengers are going to think we’re snobs.”

  “We’ll mingle later. We have another five full days. Besides, I want tonight to be special.”

  “This whole day has been special.”

  He took her hands and brought them to his lips. He kissed each knuckle. His warm, soft lips turned her hands into melted butter. “Tonight, I want it to be extra special. I want to make love to you, Brit.”

  She tensed.

  A sheepish smile crept to his lips. “Are you surprised?”

  “No…no. I’m just a little…”

  “I know you think it’s too soon. But I feel a connection. No, that’s not right. I feel a completion, with you.”

  Brit cocked her head. No man had ever said that to her.

  “I know, I feel something different with you, too. I just don’t know what it is yet.”

  “Is it enough to take a chance?”

  “Yeah, I think so.”

  “Don’t be so surprised by my eagerness. A woman like you leaves a lasting impression on a man.” He sat up in bed and proceeded to take off her dress, but was having difficulty.

  “Why did you wear another wool dress?” he asked as he went for the belt.

  She chuckled and got off the bed. “It’s cold outside. Especially by these snowcapped mountains.”

  He chuckled. “But it’s hot in here now. Besides, any chill you feel, let me know. I’ll be sure to warm you up.”

  He took off the belt and lifted her dress over her head. “You know, these sweater dresses are great birth control.”

  She laughed. “I didn’t think this far ahead.”

  “Liar.”

  He finally got it over her head and she stood there in her underwear and furry boots. “You look like a snow bunny pin-up.”

  This dude knew the right things to say.

  “You’re so beautiful. After all these years, my wish is finally going to come true,” Sebastian said, while removing his jacket and tossing it aside. Next he let his pants drop to the floor, and kicked them to the side. His boxers went last.

  Brit looked down and stared. If ever there were a contest for the most gorgeous penis, he would win hands down. Which begged a question.

  “Yes?” he said, as he began nibbling on her ear.

  “Oh, Um…Sebastian?”

  “You like?”

  “Yes.”

  He continued, going back and forth between each ear. “You are more delicious than vodka balls.”

  “Well, that’s good to know.”

  “You had a question, I believe,” he said as he kissed her shoulders and ran his hands down her body. “You are so soft.”

  “Uh…yeah�
�I did.” Regretfully, she had to push herself away from him just to concentrate. She looked down again at his very erect penis.

  Lord, have mercy!

  He gave her a knowing smile and tried to pull her toward him.

  “Uh, wait, I do have a question about…” she pointed down.

  “Mister Magazine Catcher,” Sebastian said, grinning.

  Brit’s face heated up. “Uh, yeah. I was just wondering, I mean, it’s unusual to see a cut foreigner, with the exception of Israelis. ”

  Sebastian’s eyes narrowed.

  Uh oh.

  “How many foreign, or domestic men for that matter, have you seen naked?” he just about growled.

  “Not that many. Really,” she quickly added. She lied and she knew he wasn’t buying it from his posture. “I mean…you know.” She folded her arms over her breast, feeling vulnerable for the first time.

  “I will be the last and only naked man you see from now on.” Sebastian grabbed her and slammed her body into his. He kissed her hard with a possessiveness she didn’t think Finns capable of.

  When they came up for air, she was dizzy. “Wow!”

  “I hope we have that settled. Because after tonight, you belong to me and I belong to you.”

  “Now Sebastian, just because I asked about your…you know, doesn’t mean that I’ve been roaming the earth looking at a bunch of them.”

  “I know. And I know I’m being silly. But the thought of you with another man drives me crazy. You’re sure you don’t have one back home?” he quickly asked.

  “I did, but we broke up.”

  “Good. Now back to your original question. Yes, it is unusual, but if you must know, I was born in the United States. I left there when I was eight months old. My father had work there and his assignment lasted longer than they expected, so I was born in New York. Later, after a check-up, the staff got scissor happy and you know the rest.” He grinned.

  “Your parents didn’t sue?”

  “It’s no big deal, really. Besides, I think my parents were still in shock that I came early.”

  Brit nodded.

  “Are you disappointed? Would you prefer…?”

  “Oh no,” Brit laughed. “It’s just, I was curious that’s all. I like the way it looks, it’s better than…” She stopped herself. “Than any I’ve seen in a magazine.”

  He chuckled. “Look, I didn’t expect a woman with your personality and looks to be celibate. I haven’t been, either. Now let’s stop talking and let me show you that this not only looks good, but it can do great things, too. Of course, you already know that.”

  Sebastian bent down and picked Brit up as if she were a sack of potatoes. He placed her on the bed and began removing her furry boots. He was having a little trouble.

  “Need help again?” Brit giggled.

  “I am too anxious. I’m all thumbs, I’m afraid. You love Eskimo boots, don’t you?”

  “Just keeping the legs warm.” Brit unfastened her boots and threw them on the floor. “Better?”

  “Much better.”

  Sebastian crawled on the bed and covered her body with his.

  “I love the way you feel under me.”

  “I love the way you feel on top of me. I love all this muscle.” She rubbed her hands up and down his arms and then down his chest.

  “Especially for you, dear,” he chuckled as he lowered his head to kiss her. “Like I said, I’ve been waiting for this moment from the first day I saw you. You haunted my dreams every night for three years.”

  “A girl likes to hear that, even if it’s not true.”

  “Oh, it’s true. Let me prove it to you.”

  He moved his body erotically over hers. He started at her belly button, licking her skin and blowing kisses on the spot. He moved up her body, kissing and nipping her skin. He then rubbed his face between her breast, licking and taking each nipple and twirling his tongue around the bud.

  Brit tried to concentrate and take the time to study her sea-god come to life.

  Two days. She was sleeping with a man she only knew for two days.

  She had to admit however, that she felt closer to him in two days than with any man with whom she’d had a long-term relationship. He made her …comfortable.

  Sebastian wasn’t a complex man, but he was intense. She knew that he’d been a graphic artist since fifteen, his favorite color was purple, and he was horrible at shuffleboard, but there was so much she didn’t know. “I would like to know a little bit more about you,” she said as she caressed his shoulders before moving to his wavy blond mane.

  “We have the rest of this trip and our lives to find out about each other. This is only the beginning of our relationship.” He nuzzled and kissed her neck.

  Relationship? The rest of our lives?

  But before she could form another rational thought, Sebastian was sliding that amazing penis into her. “Right now we have more important things to do.”

  He got that right! God, he felt good.

  She was slick and he was hard as steel. Whoever said opposites attract wasn’t kidding!

  He rotated his hips, the friction of their bodies raising the room temperature, her chill replaced by the heat of sex.

  “Oh, Sebastian.”

  “You like how I make you feel?”

  “Mmm, do I!”

  “You like it slow or fast?”

  “Slow this time.”

  “I like it slow, too.” He pulled himself out slowly before thrusting back in with the same ease and gentleness. It was tortuous pleasure, but it felt like heaven.

  “Sebastian!”

  “Minun lempiä,” he cooed in her ear as he kept his rhythm steady.

  “What does that mean?”

  “My love.”

  “Sounds beautiful, Sebastian.”

  He moved deeper inside her and she moaned.

  “Ah, but not as beautiful as your moans of pleasure and my name on your lips.”

  In and out, slow and sure, he didn’t want it to end. But the fullness and pressure in his cock was becoming unbearable.

  “Come on, sugar, let’s come together,” he growled in her ear.

  Brit wrapped her legs around him tighter and began pumping her hips in time with his.

  “That’s it, sugar. Faster!”

  Brit gripped the side of the bed with one hand while grabbing Sebastian’s hair with the other.

  Boy, she had a grip! But he didn’t care; he was going to ride this out with her. And he didn’t have long to wait.

  Brit’s other hand came up, and now she was clutching at his shoulders as he gripped the sheets. They both stiffened, then slammed into each other, screaming out their release.

  Sebastian was too exhausted to collapse. He looked down at Brit, whose eyes looked closed.

  “Open those beautiful eyes, sugar.”

  She slowly did and smiled up at him.

  “How do you feel?” Sebastian leaned down and kissed her eyelids.

  “Very satisfied,” she purred.

  “Good. I aim to please,” he chuckled.

  He kissed her face, then rolled off her and held her close enough to feel her heart beating against his chest.

  “I think we make a great couple,” he said in her ear then kissed her lobe.

  “You think so?”

  “Never been so sure of anything in my life. But it sounds like you have doubts.”

  “Not doubts, just taking it slow.”

  “We only have a month. Unless…”

  Brit wriggled out of his arms and sat up to look at him. “Unless what?”

  “You consider moving to Finland.”

  Chapter Seven

  A day and half later, the ship arrived in Oslo. The tour group made its way to the train and took it to the Hanseatic port of Bergen, the gateway to the fjords. There they enjoyed picturesque villages, magnificent waterfalls, breathtaking mountain peaks and glaciers.

  They had an early afternoon departure from Bergen. Brit and
Sebastian joined the group for lunch and engaged in polite conversation. They visited the historic town of Voss, with its stunning background of snow-clad mountains. They boarded another train, which took them across the mountain plateau to Myrdal, where they transferred to the famous Flam railway, the highlight of the day. They then experienced one of the most spectacular rail journeys, descending down from the Mountain station of Myrdal to the quaint fjord village of Flam.

  Hoping off vans, buses and trains kept Brit from thinking about Sebastian’s offer. Move to Finland. She wouldn’t think about that now. She was here to enjoy the trip and his company. She would concentrate only on that.

  “It’s nice just being a tourist,” Brit said as she pointed to a landmark on her brochure. “I can’t wait to write about…”

  Sebastian put his finger to her lips. “Ah ah. This is for pure enjoyment, remember?”

  Brit chuckled. “It’s so hard to get out of the rut.”

  “Understandable.” Sebastian smiled and took her by the arm. “Let’s join the rest.

  They had some free time, so Brit and Sebastian went to the local shops.

  “This is some of the best chocolate outside of Belgium,” Sebastian said, popping a sample in her mouth.

  “Mmm, mmm. Get five pounds of this.” Brit said, looking around the little candy shop.

  They walked down a narrow cobblestone street and found a little mom and pop clothing store. Brit bought sweaters.

  It was then time to embark on the afternoon ferry, which carried them to a

  breathtaking crossing along the lovely Sognefjord, the longest and deepest fjord in Norway. The coast offered a very strong contrast. Sometimes they experienced rocks falling dramatically into the fjord and other times the river turned a wonderful green.

  Back on board the ship, they decided to participate in some of the nightlife the cruise had to offer. They went to the Karaoke lounge.

  “American songs with foreign accents. That’s a guaranteed good time,” Brit mused.

  “Can you sing?” Sebastian asked.

  “Who’s asking?”

  “HA! Scaredy cat. Come on, let go up. I can’t carry a note either.”

  Brit could think of several other things she’d rather be doing. Like looking for Bin Laden. But Sebastian had her by the hand, pulling her up, and the crowd was coaxing them on.