Steal My Heart

I carefully climbed off of Skye and retrieved my panties, putting them back on. Skye followed my cue and partially redressed himself. I sat back down bext to him, and tentatively snuggled up to him. He embraced me warmly, kissing the top of my head. Then he reached under my chin, tilting my face up to meet his. His lips brushed against mine, then fluttered as he murmured, "I love you, Jill."



My heart beat faster, and I whispered, "I love you too...Skye." He smiled happily, and kissed me once again. We cuddled quietly for a few minutes, then he looked into my face and spoke.



"Is something bothering you, Angel?"



I hesitated to answer, but finally, I admitted "Yes." He stroked my face lightly, urging me to tell him. I hemmed and hawed, but ultimately I blurted what was troubling me. "How is this going to work? I mean, you're a criminal, right? I don't see how we can have a relationship if you're always running from the law." I bit my lips, worried about how he would answer.



To my surprise, he began to laugh, a melodious, low sound. "Oh, Angel. While it's true that I have been a thief...it was only for the thrill. I was bored with my life, and did it for the excitement." He pulled me in close. "But now...I think I've found something much more thrilling." He planted a kiss on my lips, and I sighed with relief. Then I thought of something else.



"Well, then what do you do for a living? And why do you only come to the valley at night?"



He gave an enigmatic smile. "My angel is curious about me. Well, shall I tell you? It might spoil some of the mystery about me. The truth is rather dull." I insisted that I did want to know, so he continued talking. "Well, then, here it is. I'm a personal chef. Do you know Van? The rather...portly gentleman who sells his wares here in the valley?" I nodded. "Well, I am in his employ. He greatly enjoys his food, so he spares no expense when it comes to it. He pays me well, and gives me a generous budget to buy ingredients with. He rises rather late on days when he is not visiting the valley, so I prepare him a rather extravagant brunch on most mornings, about 11 am. He eats again at 3pm, then for the final time at 8pm. It's a lot of work, but I love to cook." He sighed a little. "Admittedly, it's a rather dull existence. My only company throughout the day is his elderly maid, which is why I took up being a cat burglar for excitement."



I nodded, the puzzle pieces finally falling into place in my head. "I see,"' I replied.



He kissed me lightly on the nose. "So, I won't steal anymore, if that's what you wish of me. I'll do whatever my angel requests." He glanced at the clock. "But alas, it is midnight, and tomorrow is one of Van's days to visit the valley. I must hurry back so that I can prepare him an early morning breakfast. Then it's my market day - I have to go out and buy all the various ingredients I need to make his meals. He'll return, and I'll have to make his dinner. But after that, I'll be free again. I'll return to you then." I nodded.



"Oh, wait," I suddenly said. "Will you come here, or do you want me to meet you at the Goddess Spring like we usually do?"



He gave a gentle smile. "Whatever you wish, angel."



I mused it. "Come here, then."



"That I will," he purred, a naughty smile on his lips. I blushed, glancing away. He bent down and kissed me once more, then bid me farewell.



The next morning, I went to the Blue Bar to see Muffy and to update her on my romance. She was screaming and cheering as I told the story. I blushed, but made it to the end, omitting very few details. When I had finished, she sighed contentedly. "How sweet. And I'm really glad that he's not a real criminal. I had heard that Van has a personal chef, but I had no idea who it was."



That evening, as I prepared for Skye's visit, I was dismayed to feel the beginning of cramps. I went into the bathroom and swore under my breath when I saw that my monthly visitor had arrived. "Now is not the time!" I admonished my own body, then giggled, feeling a little silly for talking to myself. But, it couldn't be helped, and I returned to the kitchen, stirring the pot of simmering curry. It wouldn't be as good as Skye's curry, but mine was pretty delicious, if I did say so myself. I steamed some rice to go with it, then waited for his arrival.



At about 10:30, he came in. He narrowed his eyes at me and gave a sexy little smile, revealing the rose he had behind his back. I took it, then kissed him. Our lips merged together, pressing back and forth in a surprisingly sensual kiss. I came out of it a little light headed, and smiled up at him in a bit of a daze. "Oh, angel, you mesmerize me so," he purred, and I felt even more enchanted.



We sat down and ate the curry, which he praised endlessly. It kept flitting through my mind that I needed to tell him about my "situation", but I kept putting it off, both because the time never seemed right, and because I was embarrassed about it. I tried to find the right words in my mind, but I kept coming up with nothing.



Skye, being the astute reader of body language that he was, keyed right into my discomfort. "What is the matter, angel?" he asked, sounding truly concerned.



I hesitated, picking up the dirty dishes and going to wash them to buy myself a little time. He followed me to the sink, where he kissed at the back of my neck, then nibbled at my ear. "Tell me, angel," he whispered in my ear, making me tremble.



"I...I got my period..." I whispered back, then my face burned with shame. That was probably way too much information for him. I should have just settled in for a night of batting his hand away whenever he tried to touch me, rather than deal with this embarrassment.



To my surprise, Skye was very comforting about it. "Oh! My angel! Are you hurting?" His hands dropped to my waist, where he deftly rubbed right where I needed it. He urged me over to the couch, where he continued to rub my back. "You poor thing," he clucked, and my heart swelled for this extraordinary man.



"I'm sorry," I said, weakly. "We can't..."



He hushed me. "Don't you worry about that, angel. I love you, not just your body. I understand what women must endure, and I would never begrudge you of that." I sighed happily, and turned to kiss him. The kiss developed into something very passionate, because I was at that moment feeling rather acutely in love with him for his sympathy. I kissed a path down his chest, pausing to unfasten his pants. He gave a few short gasps. "Oh, angel, I never meant to make you think that you have to..."



I cut him off. "But I want to," I insisted, getting his pants down enough to get what I wanted. I took him inside my mouth, and he yelped with pleasure.



"Oh, angel!" he gasped. "That feels so...heavenly..." I continued to caress him with my mouth, also getting my hand around the base of his shaft and squeezing him lightly. He stroked at my hair. "A-angel..." he murmured brokenly. "I love you...ever so much..." I just smiled with my mouth full, and continued to concentrate on him.



Before long, he was making sharp, erratic movements with his hips. "Angel! I'm...going to...ah!" I felt his release suddenly burst into my mouth, hot and sweet, and I swallowed it eagerly. After a few moments of gentle motions with my tongue, I came up. His face was completely blissful. "Angel, that was so amazing. You are...incredible." He leaned his head back on the couch and closed his eyes. I snuggled into his chest, murmuring contentedly.



After a while, he moved a little. "Angel...after that, I can't rest until I've done something for you." There was a decidedly naughty glimmer in his eyes.



I wiggled a little uneasily. "But...what can we do?"



He smiled. "I can think of a few things..." he purred, then began kissing at my neck. His hands stroked at my back, and I began to melt under his touch. He brought his nimble fingers to my blouse, and began to unbutton it. He undid the buttons with a frustratingly slow pace, but I had to admit that I liked the exquisite torture. Once it was undone, he focused his attention on my bra. First, he traced his fingers over it lightly, murmuring to himself as he admired me. Then he unfastened the front closing clasp, and I gasped as he dipped his head to kiss at me.



His lips were soft and feathery as he teased my nipples, and I arched my back slightly to offer myself to him more. Minutes of absolutely fantastic foreplay followed, all with him focusing on my chest. I never knew such ecstasy could be derived from there alone, but he was patiently showing me. His hand eventually dropped between my thighs and rubbed lightly at the outside of my pants. Fortunately, I was wearing a tampon, so there was no "extra padding" so to speak. I was a little apprehensive about him touching me there while I was having my period, but it felt so good I couldn't bring myself to protest.



His mouth continued to relentlessly tease at my chest, and his fingers worked steadily against me. Before I knew what was happening, I was climaxing; a deep, swirling pleasure that I felt resonating throughout my whole body. I cried out with pleasure for what seemed like hours, before finally relaxing my body limply against his.



"T-thank you," I stammered, a little in a daze.



"You're welcome, angel," he purred smoothly in my ear, and I sighed in contentment.

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