Monday, May 16, 2011

Brittanic Honeymoon: Collaborative Fiction Part 8

Alec carried Kelsey over the threshold again, careful not to bang her head into the narrow doorway this time. “You did it!” Kelsey teased. Alec playfully frowned at her and dropped her unceremoniously on the bed. “Hey!”

“You deserve it!” Alec began loosening the collar on his costume.

“I want to do that,” Kelsey said.

“Why don’t you freshen up and I’ll get the room just so?”

“Okay…” Kelsey pretend pouted at not getting her way and went into the bathroom. As soon as the bathroom door was closed, Alec began frantically tearing around the room, pulling out a package that had been delivered to their cabin and secreted away at his direction. He grabbed the remote for The Wall and entered a password to connect to the cloud, opened the small closet to remove another package from his bag and opened the door just as the steward arrived with floor-standing ice bucket with a bottle of Dom, two champagne flutes and a plate of perfect organic strawberries. He rushed around, nearly breaking into a sweat, and dashed onto the bed, still in costume, and lounged their casually as if he’d been there for minutes, before Kelsey came out.

When she opened the door she squealed in surprise. The room was darkened and Alec had set out LED candles around the cabin—dozens of them (no open flame in the highly oxygenated environment). The Wall was playing the 3D footage from their wedding reception—well-wishers giving their best sendoffs to Kelsey and Alec, some with rather ribald comments. There were artificial rose pedals all over the cabin floor.

“Wait…I was only in there for like five minutes!” Kelsey said, hands on hips. She stood there in the doorway in a sexy negligee, still wearing the belt from earlier.

“Hmm? What’s that?” Alec overacted his nonchalance. Kelsey jumped on the bed, kissing his face. “Want some champagne?”

“No, I want you.”

“Oh, my.” She grabbed at Alec’s wrists, knowing he would have kept the belt’s key on a thin wrist bracelet he wore for such matters. She saw the bracelet, but didn’t go for the key. It wasn’t her place.

But Kelsey got distracted by the images on The Wall. “Wasn’t it a great reception? We had so many friends there!”

“Yeah, it was pretty amazing,” Alec said. “I’m glad we splurged for that telepresence wall and T5 so all our friends from out of town and offplanet could be there, too.” He began kissing her then, rather insistently.

“Yeah…” Kelsey was wistful, keeping an eye on The Wall as Alec kissed her neck, making her breathe heavier, but she still watched the screen.

“You enjoying that?” Alex propped his head up with a hand, looking at her. He had stopped kissing her a minute or two before he’d spoke. Kelsey had a smile on her face, reliving the memories of the reception they’d had only a dozen hours earlier.

“Yeah…” she said again, not looking at him.

“Kelsey?” She continued to giggle at the silly comments people were making at the 3D camera. Right now, Kelsey’s Uncle Earl’s face filled the screen, his bulbous nose jutting out toward them and he was saying something about “…discovering the mysteries of space Kama Sutra” and winking wildly.

“Good grief!” Kelsey covered her face at her Uncle’s words, blushing furiously.

“Kelsey.” The next person came on the screen, the ring bearer at the wedding, Kelsey’s niece.  “Kelsey!”

She turned toward him, eyes wide with innocence. “Hmmm?”

“You enjoying yourself there?” He grabbed her hand and put it between his legs, so she could feel him.

“Oh. Uh, yeah.” She rubbed him then. “Well, you’re the one who put on the damn video! Distracting me and all!”

“Okay, I hadn’t planned on this at all, but…” He got up on all fours and manhandled her over onto her belly, spinning her around on the bed so she was pointed toward the foot of the bed. “Go ahead! Watch your video! It’s not like it’s our honeymoon! Or you were there or anything!” And he began to swat her through her sexy nightgown.

“Hey! Ow! What’s that for?” Kelsey squirmed on the bed, but Alec was above her and pinned her down, swatting her bottom again and again, finally pulling the lacy sheer fabric away to get at the bare flesh of her round and sexy bottom. “Okay, okay! Turn off that damn Wall then!”

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