Song For Whoever Part 3
Tim put his hand to the small of his back as he stood up from behind the bar. Damn drip tray! Why did Munch always leave it to him to empty it?
“Hi. I was wondering where you were,” said Rachel as Tim came into view. “I’m not tall enough to see that far over the bar!”
He smiled, and leaned across to kiss her cheek.
“Christ! What’s the time?” asked Tim, momentarily confused.
Rachel laughed.
“Almost 9.30. What time did you think it was?”
Tim smiled sheepishly.
“Actually, I was beginning to think you weren’t coming. I’m really glad you’re here, though. Dry white wine again?”
She nodded, and perched herself on the edge of one of the high barstools.
“I believe you mentioned something about food this evening. What have you got?”
Tim pulled a menu out from behind the bar.
“The chef’s ill, so we’re not supposed to be doing food tonight, but I can make an exception as long as you don’t mind eating with me… Staff meals are being done, but I hate to eat alone. The chili’s good. I can do up some of that, it’ll only take a few minutes.”
Rachel nodded in agreement, and watched Tim closely as he went out to the kitchen.
Rachel was so nervous. She’d never felt like this about anyone before, not even Martin. It was as if her stomach did flips every time she saw Tim, and when he touched her, it was electric. She knew that they weren’t supposed to be seeing each other, but she couldn’t help herself. That afternoon, when they had had coffee in Tim’s apartment, it had been all they could do to keep their hands off each other. They both knew what was going to happen between them, it was just a case of when. She kept trying to delay it, but it all seemed so inevitable, like fate. She knew that when they did eventually make love, it would be a powerful experience for both of them, the first step on the way to something bigger.
Tim emerged from the kitchen carrying two steaming plates of chilli and rice. He placed them on a table close to the bar, and Rachel came over to join him.
“Munch and Lewis won’t cover, so I’m stuck here until closing, I’m afraid. Do you mind waiting that long before going somewhere else?”
Rachel shook her head, savouring the bite of the chilli, and tempering it with a sip of wine.
“I don’t mind just going straight home from here, to be honest. I’m still tired from last night. I had a nap this afternoon, and didn’t wake up until gone seven. That’s why I was a bit later than I’d planned to be. I don’t mind staying here all night, as long as you don’t mind escorting a lady home, that is!”
Tim laughed out loud.
“Of course I don’t mind! I was kinda thinking we could go back to my apartment for a nightcap first, if that’s okay with you. I’m not going to pounce on you or anything, if that’s what you’re worried about!”
Rachel looked at him intently.
“What if I said I wanted you to pounce on me? What would you do?” she asked, mischievously.
Tim picked at his food for a few seconds before replying.
“I’d have to practice my pouncing skills just for that occasion, wouldn’t I?”
He gazed at her, his hazel eyes warm with tenderness.
“I just don’t want to move too fast for you. I told you earlier that I want you, but I’ll wait until you’re ready. I don’t care how long it takes, either.”
Rachel sipped some more wine, and then leaned across the table to kiss him.
“You’re not moving too fast,” she said, stroking the side of his face. “Not at all.”
She moved her chair around to the side of the table, and kissed him passionately. He responded with fervour, all thoughts of food forgotten. They were interrupted by the door opening. Tim hastily pulled away, blushing, and moved to behind the bar.
It was Mike Kellerman.
“Timmy, gimme a Jimmy Beam. Make it a large one,” said Mike, wearily. “Who’s your lady friend? Introduce me, Tim, you won’t be needing her if all the squadroom gossip is true!”
Mike ambled over to Rachel’s table and sat down with his drink.
“As Bayliss isn’t going to introduce us, I’d better do it myself. Mike Kellerman, Homicide. And you are…?”
Rachel shook her head in disbelief.
“Rachel Meyers. With Tim,” she answered cynically.
“Yeah, but you’re just friends, right? I mean, Timmy-Boy doesn’t play for the same team as we do!”
Rachel looked incredulously at Tim, who just shrugged his shoulders.
“I beg your pardon?”
Mike leaned over, conspiratorially.
“He’s bent, gay, queer, however you want to put it! Surely you knew?”
In response, Tim came over, and put his arm around Rachel, somewhat possessively.
“You must have got it wrong, Mike. Tim and I have been dating for some time now, and I can tell you now, he is most definitely not gay!”
As if to fully punctuate that statement, Rachel pulled Tim down into a long and passionate kiss. Mike watched, almost ashamed.
“Oh shit! I’m sorry. It’s, well, it’s just that some of the guys have been saying that you’ve been going to a lot of gay bars, and sometimes leave with another guy. Fuck, I’m sorry, man.”
Mike drained what was left of his Jim Beam, and went over to the jukebox. Tim sat with Rachel, and grinned at her.
“Thanks for that. Kellerman can be an annoying pain in the ass sometimes.”
“No worries. Anyway, I didn’t say anything that wasn’t true, did I? We have been dating for some time, I just didn’t say how much, and you’re not gay!”
She fondly stroked Tim’s hair.
“And of course, I’ll find any excuse to kiss you…”
In saying it, she pulled him into her arms, and kissed him again. Suddenly, Bryan Adams’ “Run To You” was pounding through the room, and Kellerman was stood at the bar waving his empty glass at Tim. Kellerman bought the whole bottle of whisky, and sat down near the back of the bar to get drunk.
Tim returned to the table to finish his now lukewarm chilli, bringing another beer for himself and another glass of wine for Rachel. Tim looked at Rachel with a new respect, and knew that he was going to ask her to stay the night, and that she would say yes. It had been a long time since he had made love with a woman, and, although he hadn’t known her for very long, it would be more than just sex. It would be an act of love. The thought made him nervous. In the past eighteen months or so, he hadn’t made love at all, just had sex, and that thought scared him. He had always believed that great sex came with love, and that belief had never changed. He had just gone about looking for love in all the wrong ways. Now that these strong feelings had hit him he was unsure what they meant, only knowing that he had to act on them before he lost the chance.
Whilst he was picking at his food, the door opened again, and Munch and Lewis came in.
“Timmy! In here with a woman two nights in a row! And she’s the same one! When’s the wedding?” asked a slightly inebriated Munch.
Lewis came over to the table, and took off his hat.
“Hi. I’m Meldrick Lewis, I work with Timmy, Munch and the drunken bastard in the corner in Homicide. You must be the lovely Rachel that Munch told us about! How ya doin’?”
Rachel shook his proffered hand and smiled.
“You must be the other guy who owns this place, right? I love it here. It’s so relaxed.”
Tim got up from the table, taking the unfinished plates of chilli with him. When he returned from the kitchen, he pulled Lewis to one side.
“Will you cover for me tonight? It’s a huge favour, I know, but I need to spend some time alone with Rachel. It’s really important, and I’d owe you one. Please?”
Lewis laughed.
“Why didn’t you tell me earlier that you had a hot date lined up? You’ve done the same for me when I had a woman waitin’! Go on, I’ll cover for ya! Just be sure to tell us what she was like when we see ya tomorrow!”
Lewis punched Tim on the shoulder, and went behind the bar.
Tim had had too much to drink to drive home, so he and Rachel walked to his apartment in the cold March air. They stopped along the way to pick up a bottle of wine and some chocolate. They both knew what was going to happen, and you could feel the chemistry between them. They walked through the nearly empty streets arm in arm, content with one another’s company. They reached Tim’s apartment just before 11.30, and they went inside, neither needing to say anything.
Tim went into the kitchen to get a corkscrew and some glasses, and Rachel made herself comfortable on the sofa. She kicked off her shoes, and curled her legs up underneath her. Tim came into the living room with two glasses and the wine, and set them down on the table.
“Are you warm enough, or do you want me to turn up the heat?” he asked.
Rachel just patted the seat next to her.
“Why are we so nervous? We both know what’s going to happen tonight, so why don’t we just relax and enjoy ourselves?” she said, lightly.
Tim poured them each a glass of wine, and sat next to Rachel, close enough for them to be touching. He broke off a piece of chocolate from the bar, and fed it to Rachel. She savored the taste, and washed it down with a sip of wine. The chocolate was dark and bitter, and was perfectly complimented by the chilled wine. She returned the favor, feeding Tim in the same way, and then passed some wine from her mouth to his.
This continued for a short time, and then it turned into a passionate embrace.
“I think I know the answer to this, but I need to know. Will you stay with me tonight?”
His voice was husky with desire, and he was trembling with anticipation.
“Of course I’ll stay. I was beginning to think you’d never ask.”
Tim silenced Rachel with a kiss, and they started to get a little more intimate. Tim started to trail his fingers all over her body, and Rachel felt like his touch was burning into her skin. She slowly unbuttoned his shirt, and allowed her fingers to dance lightly over his smooth chest. He moaned aloud, and moved his hands to her breasts, cupping them gently, as if testing their weight. He unzipped the burgundy dress at the back, and slowly slipped the soft fabric from Rachel’s shoulders. He gasped at the sight of her breasts, the erect nipples hidden behind burgundy lace. Rachel moaned softly as Tim rubbed her nipples with his thumbs. She had never felt anything like this! It was as if their bodies were one, and he knew exactly what to do to please her.
Tim’s body stiffened as she reached down to unzip his pants, but soon relaxed as she carried on kissing him. This was blowing his mind! He’d never been as turned on as this, as far as he could remember. It was all he could do to stop himself coming there and then. He pulled away from her, and took her by the hand. He led her into the bedroom, and sat her down on the still unmade bed. He sat next to her, and looked her deep in the eyes.
“We don’t have to do anything unless you’re ready. God knows, I want you right now, but I don’t want to do anything to hurt you. I need you to know how I feel about you right now, but I can’t put it into words. It’s all going so quickly, and I’m scared as hell, but I know I want it. But do you?”
He looked concerned, but she put a finger to his lips.
“Tim, I wouldn’t be here unless I wanted this as much as you. I’m scared too, you know. I have never made love this soon into a relationship, it’s always been against my principles, but it feels right this time. I don’t know why.”
She kissed him in affirmation of this, and they lay back onto the bed.
Tim kissed Rachel’s body all over, enjoying the smoothness of her skin. He let his hands trail underneath her underwear, making her tingle with pleasure. He reached into the cupboard at the side of the bed, and pulled out a bottle of massage oil. He trickled some over her belly, and she recoiled slightly at the coldness.
“Ssshh. I promise you’ll like this,” he whispered reassuringly.
He started to rub the musky oil into her body, gently moving lower and lower, until he was rubbing the oil into her pubic hair. She was moaning softly, and rubbing her hands over his chest. Tim moved her hands away from his body.
“Don’t do anything, just lie back and enjoy it.”
Rachel murmured, and allowed him to carry on. This carried on for a few minutes until Rachel was writhing in ecstasy. Tim kissed her.
“I want to make love to you, Rachel. Now. I don’t know whether I should be asking this, but I’d like to blindfold you. I won’t hurt you, I promise, and I understand if you don’t want me to do it.”
Rachel looked at him directly.
“I don’t mind. No one has ever blindfolded me before! I trust you enough to let you do it, Tim.”
She kissed him, and he reached down into the cupboard beside the bed. He pulled out a handful of silk scarves, and put them on the bed. He reached out to Rachel, and helped her to sit up. Tim folded one of the scarves, and placed it gently over her eyes.
“I just want you to relax and enjoy this. I want everything I do to seem new to you, okay? Then I want to take off the blindfold and see your eyes when you come. Is that okay?”
Rachel nodded tacitly. He finished tying the scarf, and then let her lie down. Tim picked up another scarf, and began to trail it over Rachel’s body. She moaned with pleasure. He grabbed one of her hands and deftly tied the scarf around her wrist. She gasped.
“I won’t hurt you, Rachel. If you want me to stop, tell me.” She shook her head. She was getting very turned on by this new experience!
Tim gently tied her hands to the bed, all the time stopping to kiss her and reassure her. He had had no idea that she was new to bondage. He felt guilty, and was glad that she couldn’t see him blush. He lay gently on top of Rachel, kissing her mouth, and gently caressing her breasts. He was amazed at the intensity of her response. Every feather light touch seemed to electrify her. He moved down her body, and buried his face in her belly. It was soft and rounded, like the rest of her, and yielded to his touch. He moved even lower, until his mouth was between her legs. She let out a small cry as he tasted her. He carried on, and Rachel’s responses grew more and more abandoned. He replaced his tongue with his fingers, and, as he had promised, removed the blindfold. Tim watched her expression as she orgasmed, and he flushed with a sort of pride that he had given this wonderful woman so much pleasure. She looked up at him, eyes shining. He was overcome with wanting her, and could wait no longer. He put on a condom, and thrust into her. They came together with a cry of ecstasy. It was several hours before they fell asleep in one another’s arms.
Tim and Rachel were rudely awakened by the alarm at 5.30am. Tim sat up and rubbed his bleary eyes. He looked down at the half-asleep Rachel. He felt a surge of pride that this woman felt the same way about him as he did about her. He smoothed her hair back from her eyes, and gently stroked her face. She opened her eyes and looked up at him. He looks all tousled and sexy, thought Rachel, pulling him down for a kiss.
“Thank you for last night, Tim.”
Nothing more needed saying, as each knew what the other was thinking. Tim fell into her arms, and started to kiss her passionately.
“I have to go to work soon. I should be getting up right now,” he mumbled into Rachel’s hair.
Her hand strayed to his crotch.
“You already seem “up” to me!” she laughed.
He kissed her again, and swung his legs over the edge of the bed.
“I don’t want to leave you like this. Can I see you again this evening?” he asked, putting his spectacles on.
The more he looked at Rachel, the more beautiful he seemed to him.
“I was about to ask you the same thing. Call me later on my cellphone, and we’ll sort something out.” she said.
She was sitting up now, the cover having slipped just enough to reveal her breasts.
Tim could not resist reaching over and cupping them in his hands. Rachel squirmed with pleasure as he massaged them gently. He crawled back up the bed and took her in his arms.
“You know something? I can’t resist you like this! If I’m a few minutes late for work, it doesn’t matter too much. Do you mind if I make love to you again?” he asked gently.
She responded with a kiss, and ran her hands over his body. He pulled a condom out of its wrapper, and Rachel put it onto him. He lifted her onto his lap so that she was facing him, and gently lowered her onto himself. They rocked together in a gentle movement, kissing all the while, until they both exploded. They sat in that position for a few minutes, both spent. Rachel eventually lifted herself off Tim, and collapsed back onto the bed. Her hair was spread out over the pillow, and she had a beatific smile on her face. Tim leant down and kissed her one more time, and got out of bed.
By the time Rachel dressed, Tim had made a fresh pot of coffee, and was eating a bagel in the kitchen.
“Hi. Want some breakfast?” he asked, through a half-chewed mouthful of bagel.
“No thanks. But a coffee would be great.”
She smiled easily at him. There was none of that awkwardness that there often is after the first night a couple spends together. Tim poured her a coffee, white, no sugar, and took it over to her. He kissed her gently, and held her close.
“Thanks for staying last night. It really meant a lot to me. Would you stay with me again tonight?”
Rachel looked up at him with wide eyes.
“If you’re sure that’s what you want, then yes. As long as you can put up with me two nights in a row, that is!”
Tim laughed, and kissed her again. He wanted to kiss this woman for the rest of his life!
They left the apartment at 6.15, and walked slowly to the stationhouse. They stopped around the corner, and kissed leisurely.
“I will see you later, won’t I?” asked Tim, earnestly.
“You try to stop me! Call me and we’ll sort out a time.”
They kissed one more time, and Tim watched Rachel walk off to her apartment. He found he was missing her already. At least he had the memories of last night to get him through the day.