A Place To Stay

It was their second Starry Night together. Claire had just cleared away the dishes, and she was now looking out the window. The snow fell down heavily, and it looked like they would have to pass on the traditional Starry Night walk for couples. Claire was a little disappointed, and she sighed heavily.

Cliff came up behind her and kissed her on the back of the head. “Sorry, honey. Looks like we’ll have to stay in tonight.” His hands reached around and slid up and down her body.

Claire giggled. “Oh, and I know you’re SO disappointed!”

Cliff put on a mock devastated expression. “I am. I truly am. I would so much rather be out hiking in that blizzard, than curled up in a warm bed with my wife.” He spun her around and planted a kiss on her lips. “But really, honey, dinner was wonderful. The white curry was amazing, and thank you for making chocolate mousse again. So I wouldn’t say that Starry Night was ruined…besides, I have a surprise for you now.”

Claire’s curiosity was piqued, and she allowed him to lead her by the hand to sit on the couch. He bent and reached underneath the couch, emerging with a small package. Claire raised an eyebrow. “So that’s your hiding place. Well, well, well…”

Cliff grinned. “Just for this time. Next time, I’ll hide stuff somewhere different.” His expression changed as he handed her the box. He looked a little nervous. Claire accepted it, running her fingers over the pink ribbon. She untied it and then tore carefully at the white paper. Underneath was a black velvet hinged box. She opened it slowly and then gasped.

Inside lay a ring. The band was intricately carved silver, with a delicate aquamarine set in the center. Claire looked back up at Cliff, happy tears in her eyes. “Oh, Cliff…”

He smiled. “Then you like it?”

“Yes, I love it!” Claire carefully removed the ring from the box, and slid it on the ring finger of her right hand. Her left hand ring finger already featured her engagement ring and wedding band. “It fits perfectly,” she said, admiring it. Then she looked up. “Oh, but I didn’t get you anything…”

Cliff smiled. “I didn’t expect anything. But…I can think of something I’d like…”

Claire played dumb. “Oh, a hike in the snow?”

He leaned forward and kissed her neck. “No…”

She guessed again. “Swimming lessons from Rick?”

Cliff gagged, sticking out his tongue. “Blech! No!” He then laughed, continuing to kiss her neck. “Let’s go in the bedroom, and I’ll tell you.” So they went, hand in hand. Cliff sat on the bed, and instructed Claire to put on something sexy. “Something really silky, like that blue thing and the matching panties. I won’t look.” He made a big deal out of covering his eyes while Claire found the lingerie in question and slipped out of her clothes and into them.

“All right, you can look now…” Claire said softly.

Cliff uncovered his eyes and looked her up and down approvingly. “Yes, that’s perfect. Now, lay down on the bed.” He patted the spot next to him. Claire rolled her eyes, giggling, and did as told. Cliff leaned over her, adjusting the pillows so that she was propped up slightly. He moved in close, whispering her ear. “Now…I want to watch you touch yourself.”

Claire blushed furiously. “What?” she asked, her pulse quickening. “But…oh, I’d look so silly.” She covered her face with her hands.

Cliff slid one hand over her bare thigh. “I don’t think so…I want to see it,” he encouraged her.

Claire uncovered her face. She squirmed and giggled nervously. “I don’t know…” She still looked doubtful.

“Please?” Cliff whispered, desire burning in his eyes.

Claire could rarely bring herself to say no to anything he asked for, and this was no exception. She took a deep breath, readjusted herself on the pillow, then shut her eyes tightly. She brought one small hand to her stomach, and laid it there for a moment, getting her courage up. Cliff watched eagerly, licking his lips in anticipation. Then Claire’s hand moved again, coming to rest on the silky surface of her panties. Cliff’s mouth opened, and his breathing became heavy, as she gingerly traced her fingers over herself. The new ring he had given her twinkled as her hand moved. She used the tips of her fingers to press in deeper, tilting her head back and releasing a soft sigh. Cliff could feel himself getting hard as he watched her move her hand in a small circle, slowly building up speed.

After a while, her eyes fluttered open and she looked at Cliff, who was stroking himself through his pants as he watched her, mesmerized. She smiled bashfully and he brought his eyes to meet hers. Claire wriggled out of her panties while asking “Do you want to…?” Cliff swallowed hard, but shook his head. “Not yet…I want to see a little bit more.”

Claire sighed happily, her cheeks flushed. She watched him watch her through half closed eyes as she brought her fingers back down, tracing them on her now bare skin. Cliff groaned deeply and gripped his throbbing, aching hardness as he saw how wet she was. Never taking his eyes off her, he unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, and pulled them and his boxers off as quickly as he could. His hand caught himself again, stroking hungrily as he watched her slip one tiny finger inside of her wetness. It was almost too much for him to take. His whole body tingled with desire. He had never wanted so badly to fill her, satisfy her, as he did now, watching her touch herself with girlish abandon. But he held back, wanting to prolong the moment.

Claire worked her fingers into herself, steadily becoming more aroused with every second. She watched Cliff, who looked almost in pain as he enjoyed the exquisite torture of not being able to touch her. But she was ready for him to touch her. She wanted him to break down and bring himself to meet her, for both of them to find release with each other.

She got her wish a few moments later, as Cliff moved forward, moaning, “Oh God, Claire, I can’t take it anymore. I need you.” She happily moved her hand out of the way, spreading her thighs more to welcome him in. He plunged inside of her, crying out with pleasure. He thrust against her, both of their bodies awash in almost overwhelming desire. He layered his hips heavily down on her, pressing into her like she needed him to. She angled her hips up at him, and he could feel her tighten inside as she built up. Then her release came, the waves of it so strong it was almost earth-shattering. She screamed out his name as he bucked against her, releasing moments later with a deep groan. He collapsed on top of her, satisfied. His ponytail fell forward over his shoulder, tickling the side of her face.

They lay together, enjoying the afterglow. Cliff reluctantly moved off of her, laying beside her and pulling the blankets over both of them. Claire sighed contentedly and snuggled up to him. Cliff stroked her hair. “Now, wasn’t that better than a hike through the snow?” he asked. “I think we’ve started a new, better tradition for Starry Night. I think I’ll go to Mayor Thomas and propose that this be the new tradition for everyone.”

Claire squealed, shoving him playfully. “No! Mayor Thomas is such a prude, he’d kick us out of Mineral Town!”

“Heh heh, I’m just kidding.” Cliff assured her. He kissed her sweetly. “This can be our own private tradition.”