“Hurry up, Baby!” Jon’s whiskey-smooth voice floated in through the bedroom door as Cate stood in front of the mirror. “We gotta go pretty soon!”
Cate smiled at her husband’s impatience as she slipped the post of her earring through the hole in her lobe. “Yeah, yeah. Keep your pants on!” she called back teasingly. “You said we don’t have to leave until ten thirty. It’s only ten-ten.”
Jon’s reply made her giggle. “You usually want me to take my pants OFF! And yes, we’re leaving at ten-thirty. But hurry up and get in here. I have something for you.”
Cate regarded her reflection in the mirror, appraising her outfit. Self-consciously she smoothed her hands down from her shoulders to her thighs, brushing her palms lightly over her cranberry cashmere sweater and her snug black jeans. She hoped she looked okay for wherever Jon was taking her tonight.
He had told her to dress casually and comfortably, but would give her no clues as to their destination. Cate assumed they were going out for dinner or drinks, or maybe a live music set. She couldn’t imagine where else Jon would be taking her this late on a Thursday night, two days before Christmas.
“Baby, what are you doing in there?”
“All right! Coming!” Cate laughed softly and turned away from the mirror. She automatically tucked a stray lock of auburn hair behind her ear as she moved quickly to the bedroom door. The gentle smile remained on her lips as she thought for the thousandth time this week how nice it was to have Jon back home.
The heels of her boots clicked softly on the hardwood floor as Cate traversed the short hallway to the living room. Her smile broadened and her heart skipped a beat as she saw Jon standing beside the fireplace, looking expectantly in her direction. He looked handsome as ever, his dark jeans hugging his muscular thighs and his shaggy blonde locks curling against the collar of his charcoal-gray v-neck sweater.
Cate paused in the doorway to appreciate the sight, her swirling blue eyes drifting deliberately over his form. “Your hair’s getting long,” she observed softly, flushing a bit at his smirk of response.
“You like my hair long. Easier to grab onto, remember?” The impatience was gone from Jon’s voice, replaced by gentleness.
Cate nodded and moved forward. “Yeah.” She rounded the end of the couch and stopped facing Jon, smiling up at him. She reached up to gently finger a thick caramel strand. “I remember.”
With a throaty chuckle Jon stepped closer to Cate and rested his hands on her hips before ducking his face to hers for a sweet kiss. “You look gorgeous, Baby,” he murmured against her mouth.
Cate pulled her face back and gazed at Jon for a moment. “You sure? This isn’t too casual?”
Jon sighed and rolled his eyes with mock annoyance. “You look FINE. I told you, comfortable. Jeans. Shirt. Both of which you have on.” He arched a brow. “Panties optional.”
Cate snorted a laugh. “Panties in place. I’m not going out commando when you won’t tell me where we’re going. Besides, it’s winter. Need the extra layers.”
Jon chortled dirtily. “I hardly think you could consider those tiny little things you wear to be any sort of ‘layer’. Not that I’m complaining, mind you.”
He dropped another gentle kiss on Cate’s lips, then stepped back. “C’mere.” Tugging on her hand, Jon led Cate over to the couch and sat, urging her down beside him.
Cate silently obliged, an amused smile turning her lips. She watched as Jon leaned over to reach behind an overstuffed pillow at the opposite end of the couch. Withdrawing a large flat silver box from its hiding place behind the pillow, Jon straightened and beamed at Cate.
“Here.” He laid the box gently in Cate’s lap. “Merry Christmas.”
Cate chuckled softly, her fingers toying with the black velvet ribbon bow. “I thought we were going out to get my present?” Her voice was gentle, with just a hint of tease. “To some super-secret location?”
“We are.” Jon grinned smugly and nodded toward the gift box. “That’s a clue.”
Cate giggled at his self-assuredness and dropped her gaze to the parcel on her lap. “So I can open it, then?”
“Yep.” Jon’s eyes gleamed as he watched Cate gently tug the ribbon until the bow came loose. She slowly worked the knot and slid the ribbon off the corner of the box, her own little smirk revealing that she was purposely taking her time. With a silent chuckle of acknowledgement at her tease, Jon spoke up.
“Baby, we ain’t got all night. Come on. Open it.”
Cate giggled again and pulled the ribbon free, tossing it on his lap. “Keep that. I may need to tie a bow on something later.”
“Baby, I’ll tie a damned bow on Superman myself if you just hurry up and open that box.”
Jon’s reply caused Cate to laugh out loud, the musical peal warming Jon’s heart. Obliging his demand, she lifted the lid off the silver box and set it aside before ruffling through the tissue paper. Her grin turned from amusement to confusion as she lifted the item from the box. It was a sturdy, laminated cutout of some sort, shaped like a human figure. Curiously Cate turned the item over, then burst into giggles.
“Jon! What the hell is THIS?” Cate laughed harder as she evaluated the item in her hands. It was a full frontal cut-out image of her husband, smiling sexily and nude save for a pair of form-fitting black boxer briefs.
Jon chuckled at her response, gesturing at the box. “There’s more! Go on…”
“What the…” Cate murmured, shaking her head as she reached again into the gift box. She laughed harder as she withdrew another photo cutout, this one of a headless and handless male body, clad in a black leather jacket and jeans, holding the same pose as the image of Jon. Another reach into the box yielded three more similar images of different clothing ensembles.
Cate tossed her head back and laughed heartily as she realized what she was holding. “You.. you gave me…” She could barely form the question through her peals of laughter. “You gave me a paper doll set?” Of YOU?” The realization made her laugh harder, tears sparkling in her eyes.
“Yeah!” Jon grinned and reached for the cutouts. “Look!” Holding up the unclad likeness of himself, he laid the image of the black leather outfit over top. “You can dress me up in whatever you like. Or undress me.” He pulled the clothes away from the paper doll and waved it at Cate. “See?”
A mirthful tear slid down Cate’s cheek a she tried to calm her giggles. “Yes… I… I see… but….” She took a deep breath. “Jon… why the HELL would you ever think to give me a paper doll of… yourself?” Again she collapsed into a peal of laughter.
Jon sat grinning on the couch, watching Cate struggle to regain her composure. His soul danced at the sound of her laughter, and his pulse quickened with excitement in anticipation of her reaction to his real gift. So far everything was going just as he envisioned.
“I told you… it’s a clue.”
Cate took another deep breath and paused for a long moment before speaking again. “A clue?” She smiled quizzically, her cheeks flushed a delicate pink from her exertion.
Jon couldn’t resist reaching up to touch her rosy blush, gently caressing her cheek with his thumb. “Yeah. A clue. You don’t think I’m such a cheap bastard that all I’m gonna get you is some stupid paper doll? And how fucking narcissistic would I have to be to make it a paper doll of MYSELF?”
His comment set Cate off into another spasm of giggles. This time Jon couldn’t help but join her. He pulled her into a hug and dropped a kiss onto the crown of Cate’s head. “You Goof,” he chided her through his laughter. “It’s not that funny.”
“No,” Cate agreed, pulling away from Jon’s embrace and wiping her eyes. “But the thought of you posing for those pictures is! How the hell did you pull that off?”
Jon grinned sheepishly. “I had to bribe Matty to take them for me. In Australia, in my hotel room. The rat bastard was supposed to keep it quiet, but of course he ran straight to Sambora and told everybody what I was doing. You can imagine the grief I had to put up with. All for YOU.”
Cate giggled again as she thought of the hazing Jon undoubtedly endured, especially about the underwear photo. “Oh, I can imagine. But you were the one foolish enough to trust family.” She leaned over to give Jon a playful kiss. “And who developed them for you, and had them cut out?”
“Obie. Needless to say I owe him, too.”
Cate chortled as she regarded the figures in her hands. “I gotta say, Baby, this is one gift I never expected. And I have absolutely NO idea what a dress-up doll of my darling husband means in terms of a clue.”
“Hmmm.” Jon gave Cate a mischievous wink. “You’re a trained investigator. I would think you could figure it out.” He nodded again at the box on Cate’s lap. “There’s one more thing in there for you.”
“Did I miss an outfit? Swim trunks, perhaps?” Cate grinned as she again ruffled through the tissue paper lining the box. Her fingers brushed over something soft and smooth. With a little gasp she withdrew a beautiful black and gray silk scarf.
“Oh Jon, it’s gorgeous,” Cate breathed, unfolding the fabric and looking at the delicate pattern. “Thank you!” She leaned over to place another kiss on his soft lips. “It’s the one I was looking at last night!”
Jon chuckled. “I know. Sometimes it’s good to know people at Kenneth Cole.” He grinned smugly. “Like Kenneth Cole, for instance.”
Cate chuckled and raised the whisper–soft fabric to her cheek. She sighed gently as it brushed over her skin. “Thank you, Baby. I love it.”
“Good, because you’re gonna wear it tonight.” Jon reached for the scarf, taking it gently from her hands. Cate watched as he laid the long rectangle of fabric on his lap and folded it into a wide strip.
Cate smirked, realizing what he was doing. “You’re gonna blindfold me?” She felt her pulse kick up a notch at the thought.
“Uh huh.” Jon gave Cate a sultry look. “It’s all part of the surprise, Baby. Can’t have you see where I’m taking you.”
Cate’s stomach flipped at her husband’s seductive purr. She glanced at her watch. “Well… it’s ten thirty.”
“Then we should go.” Jon gave Cate another smirk and raised the scarf to her face.
A tingle ran down Cate’s spine at the touch of the silk against her skin, over her eyes. She chuckled throatily. “Can’t that wait until I’m in the car? Or at least until I get my coat on?” A flush of heat spread throughout Cate’s body as she felt Jon lean in to murmur in her ear.
“I suppose it could. But isn’t it more exciting this way?”
Cate drew in a breath. “Yeah,” she agreed breathily. “But it’s not very practical. It’s gonna take us longer to get out the door.”
“S’okay.” Jon whispered, purposely drawing out his response, breathing in Cate’s ear. “We can be a few minutes late.”
“Okay…..” Cate sighed her response more than spoke it. She felt her nipples contract against the satin cups of her bra, her anticipatory response to what she knew the night would eventually bring. She would never tire of Jon’s touch, of making love to him. There was no way her body could be conditioned so that it became routine. It was too damned exciting, even after all this time.
Cate sat still as Jon gently knotted the scarf behind her head, drawing it tight enough that it wouldn’t slip down. She raised a hand to trace her fingertips across the silk, smiling at the delicious thoughts running through her brain. She should probably try to figure out the clue Jon’s gifts provided to their destination, but she was too damned distracted by her own body right now. He had a way of doing that to her.
“Stay there. I’ll get your coat.” Jon brushed another kiss across Cate’s lips before standing. He smiled down at his wife, a surge of lust coursing through his groin as he remembered the last time she had submitted to being blindfolded. Down Boy, he thought. There will be plenty of time for that later.
Jon retrieved his and Cate’s coats, scarves, and gloves from the hall closet and returned to the living room. Helping Cate stand, he wrapped her snugly in her winter garments before donning his own. Then he led her to the door, moving slowly so she could keep up in her sensory-impaired state. Together they exited the apartment and stepped onto the private elevator.
“This is gonna be a night to remember, Baby.” Jon murmured in Cate’s ear as they stood close together in the elevator car. “I promise.”
5 comments:
ROFLMAO@paper doll!!!!! Hmmmm, whom can I beg or bribe to get me one of Lemma?
OK, (not so)patiently waiting for the next installment.
I love how you tie everything together in these biscuits, including RL
events and now things fron m the journal postings. The paper doll
is just priceless, what we wouldnt pay to get our hands on that lol!!
Can't wait to see what other tricks he has up hi sleeve, so fun and
Sexy too.
Ha! Paper doll. Fantastic! Can't wait to see where he's taking her. =)
I'll have to add this great idea for new merchandise to my request list....paper dolls...of ALL of them!
I second the request for those paper dolls out on the market!! like right now! he he
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