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| WORTH WAITING FOR by Janey Simone sighed contentedly and snuggled up closer to James as he slept. This was the morning after their first night together. They had been seeing each other for three months and James had surprised her with his gentlemanly conduct. They did all of the things that other couples did; went to the cinema, the theatre, restaurants, the pub, and enjoyed nights in watching dvd’s and sharing a bottle or two of wine; just your regular stuff. James had always been happy to spend the night in the spare room when he stayed over night at Simone’s, and likewise, Simone stayed in one of the guest rooms when she stayed the night over at James’. Her fingertips made light nonsense patterns across his chest and stomach, and she smiled to herself when he twitched a little. ‘Hell he’s cute when he’s asleep’ Simone observed, then again, he was just cute any way. She could get used to waking up beside him - definitely. Although they had spent the night in the same bed, they had not made love. Instead James had cradled her in his arms until she fell asleep. They had met almost seven months previously when Simone attended a party given by Nicky and Rachel. She and James had chatted for a while and even had a slow dance, but she had turned him down when he offered to take her out. James had been puzzled because it seemed to him that they had been getting on well. A few days later he asked Nicky if he knew why Simone wouldn’t go out with him and had learned that she had informed Rachel that his volatile reputation scared her. Rachel had tried to explain that James was really a pussycat and not at all like the rumours or gossip columns painted him to be, but Simone would not give in and relent, so James had decided that he would need to make her see what he truly was like, and for that he enlisted the help of Nicky and Rachel. So it was that suddenly Simone was ‘bumping’ into James more and more often, when she went to see Rachel. She saw him playing with Clara in the garden or telling her stories whilst she sat avidly on his knee, and his affection for her shone through - he absolutely adored her, and Clara plainly loved him. She watched him throw balls for Molly and Jessie (Nicky and Rachel’s newly acquired puppy) to chase around, and saw him roll around in the grass with them too. Still she said no when he asked her out on a date. However James was nothing if not persistent, and eventually his perseverance paid dividends. After that first date, they saw each other as often as possible, Simone accepting that she had indeed misjudged him. He was always very attentive plus he was intelligent and extremely witty. She had been introduced to Monty, his father, and James was more than happy to be seen with her on his arms, and had even taken her to recent festival that they had played, and had his photograph taken with her for many of the fans. Everyone who knew him commented upon how relaxed and happy he was these days and he was well aware of it too. Little things no longer bothered him; things that previously would have made him angry, he was now able to laugh at. “That tickles you know,” mumbled a very sleepy James. “Couldn’t help myself,” Simone smiled, giving him a brief kiss on his lips. “You are just so cute when you’re asleep.” “Cute? Kittens and puppies and things are cute,” he yawned, stroking her arm lightly with his fingertips, his other hand stroking her back. “Yes well, you looked cute as well.” “Umm, whatever you do, do NOT call me cute in front of anyone, especially not in front of the guys or my dad; I’ll get so much stick from them if you do.” “What about in private?” she sniggered. “It can be our secret.” “If you must,” he sighed, a grin breaking out despite his attempt to appear serious. Simone kissed him again, deeper this time. “I was right. You are cute.” “Why you!” exclaimed James, quickly spinning her over, so that she was beneath him. “You are a very naughty girl.” “I am? Oh dear.” “Absolutely. You owe me big time for that young lady, so I suggest you start making it up to me straight away, because it’s going to take me a long time to forgive you.” “Did I ever tell you that you look really cute when you’re angry?” “You just don’t learn do you?” “Nope.” “Maybe I should get you to recite ‘I will not call James cute’ a thousand times or something.” “It wouldn’t work; I’d end up saying ‘James is cute’ so that’s a non starter.” “There is one way that I can make sure that you don’t say it,” he grinned. “Oh, and what might that be exactly?” “If I keep kissing you, you’ll never have the opportunity to say it.” “This is true and I can think of worse things than being lip-locked with you.” “Well, if you’re going to enjoy it too much…” “I won’t. I shall find it incredibly tedious and boring, I was saying that I’d like it in the hope that you would decide not to do it.” “Umm, I dunno. I think you may be playing a double bluff on me here.” He pretended to think about it for a while, then with a wicked glint in his eyes he lowered his head closer to hers until eventually their lips touched. Simone sighed and wriggled slightly beneath him, his evident arousal pressing into her groin catching her by surprise. James’ tongue slid easily into her mouth and lightly played with her own, and his hands roamed over her arms, stomach and the outside of her thighs, making her groan even more. Simone wondered, with what scrap of rationale she had left, how she had managed to resist his charms for so long. He truly was a very special man. “Oh James,” she sighed into his mouth, her hands now grasping his buttocks drawing her fingertips over them. In response James mumbled something incoherent into Simone’s mouth, but their frantic kissing captured it. She yearned to have him touch her, but no matter how much she moaned or indicated what she wanted, he wouldn’t do it. This was driving her insane. The sensual touch over her skin, the glorious teasing of his tongue and the ever present and ever growing arousal pressed up against her; she needed him to touch her intimately. Did James need he to tell him; surely not. Simone decided that there was only one thing that she cold do, and sneaked a hand between their writhing bodies and delicately brushed a hand over and against him; James whimpered. Gradually Simone increased the pressure, and then suddenly James emitted the strangest sound, almost like a growl, stopped kissing her, and abruptly got out of the bed. He glared at her, collected his clothes, got dressed and left the bedroom. Simone was so shocked that she wanted to cry but was unable to. He had been enjoying it so what on earth had she done wrong? Hurriedly she threw some clothes on, and went downstairs to see him. He stood forlornly gazing out of the patio doors watching the birds in the garden. “I don’t understand,” Simone said simply as she sat down at the table. “What’s so wrong with me that I make you jump out of bed in disgust?” “Nothing. It isn’t you; it’s me.” “Oh at least give me the courtesy of being honest James! That’s an old line for saying ‘the relationships over’, well if you want it to be over just do the decent thing and say it rather than making excuses and being a coward.” She stared straight at him, but James continued to stare outside. “I mean it Simone; it really is not you.” He shifted uneasily, sighed heavily and ran his fingers through his hair, still not giving her eye contact. “I went off the rails from the age of about 19 to 27, sleeping with I don’t know how many women. I tell ya, sometimes I woke up in the morning and had no idea what their name was; where I’d picked them up from; well it was a regular thing. Then one day, I dunno why, I woke up yet again next to another nameless fuck and I just despised myself. It suddenly hit home to me how irresponsible I was being, and that just because it was available it didn’t actually mean I always had to sample it. Anyhow that day I made a promise to myself and vowed that I would never have sex/make love, call it what you will, with another woman until my wedding night.” Now he turned to face her with a big beaming smile. “Oh I see,” she murmured, still unsure of where this was progressing. “I spent hours watching you sleep last night, thinking of how lucky I am. You see, I brought something with me.” Slowly he walked over to her, took a small box from his trouser pocket, and knelt on the floor. Simone’s heart was doing somersaults when she glanced the gleaming diamond ring inside. “Please do me the honour of becoming my wife,” James beamed somewhat nervously. “Oh James yes!” Simone trilled, as he slipped the ring onto her wedding ring finger and then kissed her passionately. “Just one thing,” he smirked, briefly breaking their kiss. Simone stared at him, confused. “Let’s not wait too long huh?” They both grinned broadly and resumed their kiss. <<< Janey's stories |