Suzanne did as she was told. While one hand gripped the edge of the tub, the other circled his waist, holding her up and close to him.
One hand placed under her bottom, his other bracing himself up on the tub ledge, Shamus thrust into her, hard. Bubble-filled water splashed around them. Suzanne couldn't stop herself from letting a giggle pass her lips as a stray bubble tickled her nose.
Shamus halted in mid-thrust to look down at her with a slightly perplexed look on his face. "Not the reaction I was hoping for," he teased.
"I think I may have over-done the bubbles," she explained, laughing a little harder now.
Shamus smiled, looking around them. Clusters of snowy white foam covered everything both in the tub and its surrounding areas. "Perhaps," he nodded his agreement, his eyes catching hers once again.
The amusement soon subsided, overtaken by hunger. The hunger that demanded Shamus should resume his thrusting within her. She wiggled her hips, thrusting upward to plunge him deeper into her. The water making it much easier to keep her pussy angled upwards, so each inward thrust dove into her fully, filling her completely
Shamus moaned, taking the hint, and began moving within her. His movements began slow and calculated but were quickly replaced with fast, vigorous ones. The water crashed and sprayed around them as their bodies began to move in sync, her hips moving up to meet his with each and every thrust, working in perfect harmony.
It felt as though it was only minutes before her body began to throb. Her pussy ache. Her desire burned so hot that she was sure she would explode at any moment. As if sensing how close she was, Shamus increased his speed, demanding to feel her pussy explode over his cock.
While one hand still gripped the ledge of the tub so tightly her knuckles were turning white, the fingers of her other hand dug deeply into his muscular shoulder, with each thrust she met with her own. Higher and higher he took her, making her feel light-headed. But she needed more of him!
Thrusting her groin against his one final time she was finally given sweet release, her pussy clutching his cock as she let go. The leg which she had around his waist she used to help pull him into her as tightly as possible. "Shamus," she moaned gasping. Spent she was tempted to release him, but he wasn't finished with her quite yet.
Shamus bent his head down and kissed her soundly, bringing her back to the task at hand. His throbbing cock was still inside her, also needing release.
Giving him a coy grin she hoisted herself up to him and began to thrust with him once more. Their bodies worked at a frantic pace. Suzanne lifted her head up to nip at the side of his neck and chest as they rocked against each other.
"Almost there honey," Shamus declared as he gave a hard, fast thrust, then another, the water splashing around them, over them, between them. Harder. Faster. Finally, one last thrust as Shamus grabbed her ass and pulled her in tight against him. His cock filled her completely as he released.
Panting, Shamus let go of her, letting her body sink to the bottom of the tub.
Looking Shamus up and down, Suzanne laughed. Virtually every inch of him was now covered in the tiny white bubbles.
Chuckling, Shamus took the back of his hand and splashed a little water over at her as he leaned back against his side of the tub, placing her legs up over his like before, and resumed massaging her calves.
Closing her eyes, Suzanne laid her head back against the inflated sea shell, enjoying the feel of his hands and the warmth of the fragranced water. She was about to doze off, fully content and satisfied when Shamus broke her from her tranquil state.
"I have to leave for a while," Shamus announced, regret heavy in his voice.
"Go?" Suzanne's eyes sprung open as she struggled to sit up, causing more water to spill over the edge. She quickly looked to the floor, making a face. It looked as if the room had been flooded; it was going to take some time to clean up later. She returned her attention back to Shamus. "Now?"
Taking hold of her outer thighs he pulled her close to him. "I have a couple of charges that have to be taken care of; they've been piling up since we met."
Suzanne wanted to protest, but every moment she wasn't at work she had spent with him during the past couple of weeks. He had been at her beck and call since the first day they'd made love. She knew it wasn't healthy or fair to expect him to be there when he had other obligations. Instead she smiled, wrapped her arms around his neck and placed a light kiss on the cleft of his chin.
"All right, I'll be here waiting for you when you get home." She gave him a coy smile, licked her bottom lip suggestively and settled back against her side of the tub.
She heard him chuckle as he stood and cautiously stepped out of the tub. She watched him as he left the bathroom, his body glistening as the water cascaded down his well-defined back, tight ass and thick powerful thighs.
Less than five minutes later she knew he was gone. Not because she could no longer hear him moving around the apartment, but because she felt a hollowness. As if she'd lost a part of herself. Perhaps not lost, so much as... misplaced. She tended to always feel that way when he was not around.
A smile touched her lips as she thought of him. She had indeed been a lucky woman to have him pop into her life. Destined or not.
A knock at the door interrupted her tranquility. She groaned inwardly, not wanting to leave her watery sanctuary. Ignore it, they'll go away, she told herself as she began to settle back against the tub.
Knock, knock.
Suzanne groaned out loud this time, dipping her head under the water to drown out the sound.
Knock, knock.
"Suzanne," a male voice she didn't recognize called from outside her front door, "I have to talk to you. It's of the utmost importance."
Suzanne resurfaced and sighed. "I'm busy at the moment," she called back. "Could you please come back another time?" Satisfied that would be the end of her guest she leaned against the back of the tub again, her head resting against the air pillow.
"I need to speak with you now," the voice persisted, "it's about Shamus."
Chapter 8
The voice had said the magic words. Suzanne's eyes sprang open. Quickly, she leapt out of the tub. She raced to the bathroom door where her thick white terrycloth robe hung.
"Ouch," she yelped as she slipped and fell flat on her rump in the middle of the soaked bathroom floor. With a groan, she clutched the end of the bathroom sink and pulled herself to her feet taking care not to slip a second time.
"Miss Winters," the voice called again.
"Coming!" Suzanne couldn't help the harsh edge her tone took. As seemed to be the norm, when Shamus wasn't in the vicinity her luck seemed to take a turn for the worse: bruised rump, case in point.
Who could it be? Who even knew she and Shamus were together? She hadn't said a word yet to any of her friends or family. A combination of lack of time and for some reason she still wanted to keep him to herself. At least for just a little while longer.
Suzanne slipped on the robe and tied it securely around her waist as she ran for the door, just as the visitor was starting his next round of knocking. Unlocking the deadbolt, she flung the door open to come face to face with a devilishly handsome mystery man.
While Shamus was sexy in a raw, sexual way, this mystery man was boy-next-door handsome. Dark hair and eyes similar to Shamus, but his face had a very youthful look to it. His eyes spoke of having years of wisdom under his belt, more years than his physical appearance could possibly lead you to believe.
Giving him a quick once-over she was pretty certain she knew exactly who he was. He was wearing a green turtleneck, with a black sweater-vest, black trousers and the same black shoes with the ghastly gold buckle as Shamus wore. She looked to his hand and saw the exact gold and emerald ring on his left index finger that Shamus wore.
He was a leprechaun.
"We need to talk," he stated firmly.
Leprechauns are quite an attractive bunch, Suzanne found herself thinking as he brushed past h
er, not waiting for an invitation and began walking towards her living room. This one isn't much for manners though. Shutting the door Suzanne followed him into the living room where he was already reclining comfortably in her armchair.
"As I said, we need to have a talk," the leprechaun said as Suzanne seated herself on the sofa across from him.
"Ya, I got that already," she replied, eyeing him suspiciously. She tightened the terrycloth robe around her, feeling quite underdressed.
"The name is Cass. Good to meet you." Cass leaned forward bracing his elbows on his knees, watching her intently.
"So what is the problem with Shamus?"
"Well, I'm going to need you to stop seeing him." The reply was matter-of-fact, as if he didn't expect her to question his request...or order.
Suzanne laughed. "You are joking?"
"Not in the least. His involvement with you is interfering with his work. I cannot allow that, so I need you to tell him this thing you two have is over. Done."
Suzanne quit laughing. He was serious. She wasn't sure which emotion she felt more of: anger or shock. He had some nerve to come into her home and not just ask, but demand she end her relationship with Shamus! Cheeky bugger indeed!
"I'm sorry," Suzanne shook her head, "I won't do it. Shamus is a grown man. He can make up his own mind." She clutched the robe tighter around her. "Actually, I resent you even coming here to suggest it."
Cass sighed, reclining back into the chair and crossing his left ankle over his right knee. "How much has Shamus told you about us?"
"Enough," Suzanne retorted, though in truth not even close to enough, in her opinion. She wasn't about to share that information with the stranger across from her however.
"Has he told you that if he stays with you he'll die?"
Suzanne's blue eyes widened. "No. No, he hasn't."
"Well he will. He'll live a human's lifespan, age as a human would and eventually die. He'll be lucky to live another sixty human years!"
Suzanne's brow furrowed. "So how old is Shamus?"
The leprechaun across from her thought for a moment. "Two-hundred and some odd years. Not sure exactly. Hardly old enough to have his life end in sixty years if he stays here with you."
"But the spark. Shamus said it was destiny?"
"That was a mistake." Cass nodded as if to confirm his own theory.
"A mistake?"
"Mortals are not meant to be with our kind. Beings of a mystical nature need to stay within their own. It was a mistake. It's the only reasonable explanation for it."
Suzanne felt tears threatening to escape her eyes, but fought them back. Their connection was strong; it was real. She’d felt it. He’d felt it. It simply couldn't have been a mistake.
Cass's expression softened. "I don't mean to upset you, but it's the truth. Shamus isn't thinking straight, because of the spark. He needs you to be the strong one and end it."
Silence filled the room.
"Shamus's destiny is far greater than living a mortal life. I'm sorry Suzanne, but you need to turn him away."
"I think I would like for you to leave," Suzanne said, her voice barely more than a whisper.
"It's for the best." Cass nodded as he stood, a smug grin twitching his lips. He seemed certain he had gotten his point across.
Suzanne didn't bother to stand or even look up as he walked past her and made his way to the door. Shamus would be home soon and she had a lot to consider before he arrived.
****
Shamus was tired. Thinking back he really couldn't remember a time when he had been this anxious to slip between the sheets of a nice soft bed. Oh, of course, having his sweet, sexy Suzanne next to him was extra incentive to get home to her. If you hadn't neglected your charges these past couple weeks you wouldn't be this tired, a voice within him nagged. He'd find a way to make his life with her work, while still taking care of his responsibilities. It would just take some time and planning to get things running smoothly.
It had been close to two days since the afternoon he and Suzanne had spent in the bathtub. He assumed she'd be a little upset he'd been gone so long, but he had an excuse. Walking to the mantel over the fireplace in his living room he took hold of a tiny jade box, with a gold crest on the top. Flipping open the lid, he peered into the box.
A ring lay in the center of a bed of green satin. The ring had a golden band with a large oval emerald, surrounded by diamonds on the top. He had it specially made for her; it contained some of the finest stones he'd ever come across. He had to call in a number of favours to get the perfect stones, for the perfect ring, but looking down at it he was pleased with the result of his efforts. But as far as he was concerned his Suzanne deserved the best, so that was what she was getting.
He was aware of the humans’ marriage ritual so he planned on respecting that ritual by asking her to marry him. Granted, it may be a little early to consider marriage in her world, but this was an exceptional case. They were destined. They both felt the emotional and physical pull that was created by the spark. So why waste time? Time was too precious to waste in the mortal realm.
"She'll like it," he said to the empty room. He snapped the lid of the box shut and tucked it away in the inside pocket of his forest green sports coat.
"You can't do what I think you're going to do," a male voice said sternly from behind Shamus.
Shamus didn't have to turn around to know Cass was standing behind him, but with a groan of frustration, Shamus turned to face his friend. "This doesn't concern you."
Cass leaned back against the wall, crossing his arms over his chest. "I spoke to her the other day. I think you will find she sees things my way now."
Panic and anger began to boil up within Shamus, causing his stomach to clench. "Told her what exactly, Cass?" he asked through clenched teeth.
"That it's for the best if she lets you go. That you're not thinking clearly, because of the spark." He gave Shamus a sympathetic smile, but the sympathy didn't quite carry to his eyes. "You'll thank me in time. I met this striking little faerie the other day, beautiful little thing, perfect for you."
Shamus took a menacing step towards Cass, then stopped dead in his tracks. He didn't have time to continue fighting with Cass; he needed to get to Suzanne. He'd been gone for two days, he could only imagine what she must be thinking by now.
"This isn't over Cass," he warned before disappearing, leaving Cass standing alone in the center of Shamus's living room.
****
Suzanne awoke to the sound of footsteps making their way down the hallway, heading in the direction of her bedroom. Her blue eyes flew open as she turned her head to look out of the open bedroom doorway and into the hallway.
Her heart fluttered in her chest. Was it Shamus? As the footsteps drew closer, the sense that it was indeed him also grew. Excitement with a hint of uncertainty welled up within her.
It had been a couple of days since he’d left her naked, wet and satisfied in the bathtub. When he hadn't shown up that night, or the following night she had started to wonder if he had decided that Cass was right. That they didn't belong together. Perhaps he’d made the decision to end their relationship for the both of them?
Part of her hoped he had decided to stay away. It would save her the guilt of being selfish and wanting him to stay, if she decided to continue being with him. Or it would save her the pain and anxiety of telling him she didn't want to be with him anymore, if that was her decision. She had been in such a quandary of indecision for the past two days that she hardly knew what to do.
Then just this morning, she had decided that Cass was right. Shamus didn't belong in the human world. But she didn't think she had the courage to go through with telling him that was what she had decided.
Suzanne sat up in the bed, clutching the white sheet to her bare chest. She was naked under her sheet and comforter. She preferred to sleep that way.
I have to tell him as soon as I see him, she reminded herself. If she didn't then she'd lose he
rself in his arms. Melt under the warmth of his kisses. One touch from him and she'd lose whatever willpower she had mustered up in his absence.
Closing her eyes, Suzanne took in a deep breath and then exhaled. She'd seen in a movie once where the person had calmed themselves by rubbing their earlobes. She gave it a try. Didn't work. Damn it! Never trust what you see in the movies. When she opened her eyes again, he was there. Nearly filling the doorway, his body silhouetted from the hallway light.
Suzanne opened her mouth to speak, couldn't seem to find the words she wanted to say, so snapped her mouth shut. She had a whole speech planned on why they couldn't be together, but the words failed her now. She wanted to be selfless, but simply looking into his dark eyes, filled with concern and affection for her, shattered her resolve. How could she possibly give that up?
"I apologize for being away these past couple of days," Shamus said softly as he walked towards her. He made it to the bed. "Let's take a walk."
Looking over at the little black clock radio on her nightstand she noticed it was flashing 3 am. "Shamus, it's three in the morning," she protested. Perhaps he was unaware of the dangers of walking the streets of Boston at that time of night, on a Friday night at that, but she wasn't. "Shamus it's not safe..."
Bending over her, he placed his index finger on her lips, preventing her from talking. "I'm certain luck will be on our side, nothing to worry about."
I'll find out what he has to say, then I'll end this, she told herself. She nodded and wriggled off of the bed, wrapping the sheet around her as she stood. Walking over to the closet she could feel Shamus's eyes on her, watching her every movement. She suppressed the urge to go to him and throw herself into his arms.
Instead she threw open the closet doors and peered inside. Without much thought of what she was picking, she snatched up a red cable knit sweater, and a pair of faded blue jeans. Quickly she got dressed.
Twenty minutes later they were entering the Boston Public Gardens. The night was quiet; the moon full. Not a cloud was in the sky, allowing the stars to shine down brightly upon them. The vast array of familiar and exotic fragrances wafted towards her nose, relaxing her as she inhaled them.
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