More SnowRob

She heard Rob’s slight gasp.
‘It’s ok, just a power cut. We get them a lot in the winter.’ She tried to sound reassuring.
But the gasp had nothing to do with the sudden loss of light.
‘I have candles.’ Claire was trying to adjust to only having the flickering firelight to see by. ‘There’s a torch by the fire. If I can find that, then I can go fetch the candles.’ She turned back to the fire. Rob was sitting just behind her. As her eyes started to make out his outline she decided that maybe she had just died and gone to heaven. He was staring at her, or more precisely at her waist. He must have seen the ink before the lights went out. She put her hand on her lower back and touched them. Oh he had no idea!
‘I don’t mind the dark.’ He breathed. She looked down at him. It really shouldn’t be legal to look like that. ‘But candle light is nice.’
‘It’s all we’ll have for a while. Oh!’ She had a sudden thought. ‘Your clothes! The dryer. They won’t have dried yet.’
‘That’s ok. I sleep naked anyway.’ His eyes were scanning her face and running back down to her waist.
Really, you can’t keep saying things like that! She blinked, but the vision wouldn’t leave her. Rob stretched out in her spare bed, naked.
‘Um, torch.’ She said to herself. She once again reached across him to the fireplace. She was hovering just above him, her hand groping around for the torch that she knew was there. He was still watching her, she knew she was blushing.
‘It is here, somewhere.’
‘That’s ok.’ He was smiling, but his eyes were doing that thing they did. Fuck, the sex eyes! She faltered and wobbled, and nearly fell onto him. She put her hand out to steady herself and it landed on his chest.
‘I’m sorry!’ She blushed even deeper and tried to right herself. Rob took her wrist, holding her hand where it was on his chest. She could feel his heart beating fast. His skin was soft and the dusting of hair was tickling between her fingers.
‘I’ll help you.’ He was still looking right into her eyes. Slowly he sat up and released her hand. She let it slide down his chest onto his stomach before she removed it. She couldn’t help it.
Now he was sitting up they were just a few inches apart. Again she leaned forward to look for the torch. As she reached forward her back dipped and her arse pushed out, making the white tee rise a little.
Rob forgot all about helping her look for the torch. He just sat there and stared at her arse sticking out and those stars that were peeking out from under her top. Suddenly the robe felt totally inadequate to cover all of him. If she turned round now she was bound to see. Not that there was much he could do about it. His clothes were still wet.
‘It’s defiantly here.’ She was saying. But Rob wasn’t listening. His hand was reaching out and his long, slender fingers were touching those stars.
Claire froze. Oh. My. God. He was touching her. She whimpered and bit her lip. She didn’t move, she daren’t. Her head was spinning and if she tried to move she was bound to fall over, or faint. She could hear his breathing had hardened and quickened.
‘Forget the torch. I like the firelight.’ He moved a little closer to her. Maybe in this half light she wouldn’t notice?
‘Can I see?’ His finger wandered up under her tee, lifting it slightly.
‘Yes. If you want to.’ She made to sit back on her heels, but Rob stopped her.
‘Stay there.’ He didn’t want her to turn. Slowly he pushed the tee up her back until he could see all of those black and purple stars. He ran his fingers over them all. Except he didn’t. He soon realised that they were travelling. They disappeared bellow her jeans and over her hip. He could only imagine where they ended.
‘They’re beautiful.’ He said in a rough voice. He pushed the tee up further and stopped. She heard him gasp again. There was something else? He could see the bottom of something, another one? The almost erection he was doing quite well controlling suddenly sprang to life.
‘What’s this?’ He touched the two black marks.
‘My pride and joy. But my back has to be completely bare to see it.’ Somehow she had managed to form a coherent sentence!
It was Rob’s turn to whimper.