Page 34 of Marked By Shadows
“While I was away?”
Away. Such an innocuous word. “Yes.”
Alex stepped into my space and kissed me, full lips and mouth this time, devouring. I leaned into him, let him take the lead on whatever he wanted. I wanted to be putty for a while. To turn off my brain and not think. If only I had that ability.
“You’re amazing, you know that, right?” Alex whispered against my lips. He kissed my cheeks again, stealing tears I hadn’t realized were falling still. “Where to start? I think there’s an icy cape in here?”
There was. The ice queen outfit I’d made for him I’d pulled from the fan art. Tight white leather-like pants, and an open shirt with blue shimmering threads. The cape attached to buttons at the shoulders, an iridescent blue train of icy snowflakes. I’d hand sewn the designs, tracing back to my youth and my grandmother’s many lessons in embroidery. I’d never be the delicate artist she had been, but I could make a snowflake look real enough.
Alex looked around the cabin. “No open windows? Can I try this on? Fuck, I should have worn different underwear. Will purple show through these pants?”
“No one to see but us,” I promised him though he was already stripping out of his clothes in a bit of a frenzy. He had to wiggle into the pants a little. Wear would loosen them. The fabric might have looked like leather, but it was part Spandex, so it would form to his body. Alex buttoned and zipped them, swinging his hips carefully to test movement.
“How do they feel?” I asked.
“Lighter than I thought. Tight, but not in a bad way. They aren’t creeping up my crack, at least not that I can feel. Do they look like they are giving me a wedgie?” He turned his back to me, showing me his ass, which outlined in the pants, was firm enough to bounce a quarter off of.
“Looks good from here,” I assured him.
He tugged on the shirt, again a little snug through the shoulders. I under-estimated how broad he was. But that was an easy enough fix. It was a bit of an old European style button up, with chunky caps on the sleeves, and a high collar. He let me adjust the collar and left the top few buttons open. I helped him tuck the shirt in the pants, smoothly, then attached the cape.
“I feel like I’m in a movie,” Alex said. His eyes sparkled, all tension having left him. “My hair’s not right though. The girl in the movie has a braid. Is mine long enough to braid?”
“No braid needed.” I led him toward the bathroom and sat him down in the makeup chair.
“Wow, giant bathroom for a little house.”
“Yes, but the ceilings are pretty low.” There was a standing shower big enough fit several people, two sinks, and a long wall of counter space with a matching mirror for prep work. The room was made for costume changes, cleanup, and necessity.
Alex sat patiently as I worked on his hair, thoughts pulling together from the costume and his overall appearance. I smoothed his hair back into a ponytail to lie at the base of his neck, adding a bit of body to the top front, and even trimming down the edges of his beard until it curved in a perfect hug along his jawline. After a few minutes I stepped away to examine my work. The result wasn’t something I had expected, but wow.
He sat sort of draped in the chair, cape carefully over the back, one leg up over the arm for comfort. Alex had a habit of draping himself over furniture. I didn’t think he noticed it, though sometimes it looked posed. Or perhaps that was my brain thinking sexy thoughts about the way his ass looked when he laid on his stomach on my futon, or how inviting his chest was when he slouched in a chair, legs spread like a beacon of sexiness.
With his hair styled and trimmed, that odd sort of blond tipping of color he had, made him seem more like he was going gray, than blond. He had a mix of dark roots in spots, not from dyeing, his hair simply had that many highlights and lowlights. I wondered if he would actually go gray and thought the idea of seeing Alex peppered with white hair and even little crows’ feet around his eyes suddenly really turned me on.
“Never knew I had a daddy kink before,” I told him honestly.
He blinked at me, then pointed at himself. “Me? A daddy?”
“You are almost ten years older than me.”
“I think I need at least another twenty years before I’m a daddy.”
Looking him over, pants so tight they left little to the imagination, shirt open at the collar to reveal tan skin and a fuzz of soft chest hair, and that delightful beard… wow. My brain completely stopped, finding nothing else important at that moment but him.
“Okay, with the way you’re looking at me right now I’m okay with being a daddy,” Alex said, his expression serious.
“How am I looking at you?” I asked, knowing really, because I wanted to lick him, follow that line from his throat down his half-bared chest, perhaps even find a nipple under the edge of that sparkling shirt. All while I sat on the growing bulge stretching the crotch of the white pants, which had been made to look like newly fallen snow.
Alex squirmed under my gaze. “Like you want to eat me?”
“That a bad thing?” I asked, setting aside the grooming supplies and climbing onto his lap. His arms wrapped around me, pulling me close, settling my ass over his groin, where I rubbed myself against him to prove he wasn’t the only one turned on.
“Not bad at all,” Alex whispered breathily. “Just don’t ruin the cape, okay? I really like it.”
I unbuttoned the cape and let it fall over the back of the chair, free from any sort of damage, then devoured Alex’s lips. He returned my passion, feeding at my mouth until we were both gasping for breath. I sighed, licking the edges of his mouth, but traced down his neck, over his collarbones and to his chest. Revealing one of his nipples by simply brushing back the fabric on one side, I nipped the little bud, watching it harden beneath my assault.
Alex sucked in a breath, giving me a sweet little moan.