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"Nick Gets a Klew"
by S. Clark

Natalie awoke and wandered to her bedroom door.  She took one last glance to make
sure the shades were tightly drawn and entered the living room.

Nick was on the couch, still sleeping.  'Like the dead,' she thought.  She entered the
bathroom and found it full of lit candles, scented of jasmine.

A large towel had been set out for her.  Atop the towel lay a single red rose and a card.
Nat smiled as she read the card.  It contained one word,  'Sorry,' written in Nick's
flowing hand.

Also set out were bath salts and a collection other toiletries.  She prepared a bath,
pinned up her hair, and allowed herself to soak for a good long time.  When she arose
from the tub her nightclothes had been removed and a thick, white, terry cloth robe had
been left in their place.

She blushed thinking of Nick sneaking in as she soaked.  Then she blushed even more
thinking of what they could have done had she known he was there.

Natalie dressed in the robe, deciding to play along and see what Nick had planned.
After all, it wasn't often she found him so eager to pamper her.

She found him in the kitchen, fussing over the table settings.  He'd brought in a selection
of fruit and pastries, and also had a coffee pot and orange juice ready.

"I see you've found everything ok."  He nervously tugged at his left hand with his right.

Nat noticed he'd was wearing a different shirt and pants.  She wondered to herself just
how many delivery people he'd had traipsing into her apartment while she slept.

"Everything is lovely," she said.  "I'm overwhelmed."

He grinned.  "Good."  He held out a chair for her.  "Please, help yourself."

She sat at the table.  As always, he'd brought in nothing but the best.  "Are you going to
sit, or just hover around the kitchen?"

"Hover," he responded, smiling.  "But I promise to stay on the ground."

"This is lovely, Nick."

He stood behind her.  "So, you approve?"

"Mmmm mmm," she said, taking a bite of croissant.

She felt his hands start to lightly massage her shoulders.  "Ohh, you do know how to
pamper a woman, don't you."

He nuzzled his cheek against hers. "I'm trying," he whispered into her ear.

Nat tried to finish her breakfast but it became a more difficult as Nick kissed his way to
the base of her neck.  Then across the nape to the other side.

He let his left hand drop to her breast.  She could feel the weight of it through the thick
robe.  The much, much too thick robe.

"Nick?" she said, hesitant to break the mood.

"Yes," he murmured, taking a break from teasing her shoulder with his tongue.

"You're making it difficult to concentrate on breakfast."

He pressed against her nipple with his thumb.  "And is that bad?"

She leaned her head back against his shoulder.  "I'm not hungry."

"Good," he said.  He licked her neck.  "Me, either."

Nick lift her from the chair and carried her into the bedroom.  It, too, had been
transformed with candles and flowers.

"You've been a busy boy." She covered his mouth for a deep, luscious kiss.  "It's all
wonderful."

Nick gently placed her on the bed.  She moved her hands to the belt of the robe.
"Wait," he intoned.  "That's my job."

She looked up at him.  "Your job?"  She ran a hand along the outside of his leg.  "And
what exactly is your job?"

"To make you happy, of course."  He began unbuttoning his shirt.  "Is it working?"

She smiled and nodded at him.  "It's a good start."

"But?"

"But we'll see," she said.  "I don't think I have enough data collected to really judge
the results."

Nick tossed his shirt over a chair.  He leaned over her and kissed her again.  First her
mouth.  Then, each eyelid.  As he returned to her mouth, he brought his hand down to
the belt of the robe, slowly pulling it open.

Nat brought a hand to his chest, running it lightly over his smooth skin.  She was glad to
note that he'd also found time to clean up.  While she was glad to have him so willing,
she was hoping he wouldn't also be sticky.

He slid one hand inside her robe.  She felt tingling along the cool path that he took,
stroking her side, then her buttock and the underside of her thigh.  He took the same
route back up her body, this time returning to her breast.  A breast no longer covered
by the much too thick robe.

Natalie made her kisses more urgent.  She slid her own hand down his chest to the place
between his legs.  He groaned into her mouth as she stroked his hard manhood.

"Are we changing the parameters of the experiment?" he asked, breaking away for a
moment.

"We're trying to add a catalyst."  She moved her mouth to his chest and licked one of his
nipples.  "Something to speed up the reaction."

"I didn't know we needed any assistance," he let his thumb trace lightly around her nipple,
now a hardened nub, "reacting."

Nick captured her mouth again.  As he did, he quickly undid his belt, slipping out of his
pants, shorts, socks and shoes.

Nick moved his mouth down her body, kissing and tasting from her mouth, down her
neck, to her breasts.  As he explored each firm breast with his tongue, he put a hand up to
her mouth and traced the outline of her lips.  She opened her mouth and licked his
fingertips as they passed over her tongue.

Nick smiled at her as he moved himself further down her body.  Taking time, an exquisite,
torturous amount of time, to acquaint himself with her body as his mouth traversed it.

He moved a hand to the inside of her thigh.  While his mouth worked its way down her
body his hand worked its way up.

Natalie could feel herself aroused, ready for him.  She moaned his name, hoping he would
alter his torturous technique.

He again looked to her, smiling.  "Should I stop?"

"No, please," she pleaded.  She pushed up with her hips, hoping he would take the hint.

Nick moved back up and kissed her mouth again.  "I think I'm a little off track," he said.
"I suppose I should start from up here again."

Natalie took hold of his head and tried pushing him down her body.

"And what's this?" he asked.

"Customer dissatisfaction," she replied.

Nick took his hand and put it over her mound, tracing the labia.  "Greatly dissatisfied?"

"Yes," she said, voice low and throaty.

He moved his hand into her warm, moist folds.  "I seem to have found evidence to the
contrary."  Still that same grin.

Natalie again thrust against his hand.

He flicked his thumb against her hardened clit and she groaned again.  "Customer
satisfaction is my number one goal."

Nick moved his face to between her legs.  He began to tease her with his tongue.  As he
continued with that he inserted two fingers and started thrusting in and out.

It did not take long for his attentions to push her to the edge, then over.  Her body was
deluged with waves of pleasure.

Nick moved back beside her and gathered her into his arms.  "Am I forgiven?" he
whispered.

"I suppose," she said.  "If you can tell me what made me angry."

He looked at her, expression blank.

She winked.  "Don't worry, I won't ask."

He held her tighter, planting a soft kiss on her temple.

She rested her head on his chest.  "No playtime for little Nicky today?"  she asked, tone
impish, as she moved her hand down his stomach.

"Given I wasn't prepared to stay," he grabbed her hand, "I think we'd better not."  He
brought her hand up to his mouth and kissed the palm, then held it to his chest.

She frowned.  "I'm sorry.  I wasn't thinking."

"No, I'm the one who was sorry, remember?"  He rubbed her arm.

"All is forgiven."  She kissed his chest.  "But I hope that doesn't mean we can't collect
more data.  I think today's experiments were quite successful."

"So you're willing to try again?"  It always amazed him, the amount of trust she placed in
him.

"Does this mean you'd rather not?"

"I'd rather," he said.  "I'm just not sure it's a good idea."

She took his hand this time.  "I think with a little luck, and a little trust, a lot of patience,
and a little humor we'll be ok."

He squeezed her hand.  "Is that all?"

"I can get more whipped cream," she added with a wink.

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