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  She was sweet, sweeter than I had imagined and I nipped at her lips a little as we explored one another.

  She didn't fight me at all and I reveled in her acquiescence, pulling her tighter against me, letting my free hand travel over every dip and curve of her body, learning her, taking all of her in.

  Mmmm...

  Her hands did a little traveling of their own too, if the one gripping my ass and the one tugging on my hair, pulling my head tighter against hers, meant anything.

  I broke the kiss and backed away from her, my body humming in anticipation from our shared passion.

  Her lips were swollen from our kisses and I licked my lips, trying to get another taste of her.

  She just stared at me, wide eyed, her fingers touching her lips like she was as surprised as I was about how good it had been.

  I sucked in a slow breath and closed my eye to get the mental picture of her out of my head.

  If I don't, I'm afraid I'll rush her and take her right now.

  If I did that, she would just run off the second we were done, and where would that leave me?

  Nope, I needed to light a little metaphorical fire under her bum, rile my little Penny up.

  I turned around and without another word, walked over to pick up her purse and then proceeded to shove my favorite chair up against the front door.

  I plopped down in it and shoved her purse under my thigh.

  "Now," I said calmly, like we hadn't just been sucking each other's faces and I wasn't currently rocking the mother of all erections.

  "Now we're even, little wife."

  I picked up my book and started reading it.

  I didn't even flinch when she screamed at me in frustration and threw the soup bowl at my head.

  I did grin like an idiot though, when she ran to my room and slammed the door, locking it behind her.

  I snorted at her dramatic display.

  ...Silly wife, doesn't she know a locked door won't keep this Cyclops out?

  Penelope

  After I'd calmed down a little, I took a shower to wash all the soup off of me, and out of my hair, cursing the blonde, one-eyed devil all over creation as I did.

  First it's 'Leave now, I don't want you puny Human' and now it's 'Do what I say and you're not going anywhere'.

  Like Hell!

  I can hot wire a car if I need to, thank you very much...

  Well… I think I can... it looks so simple in the movies...

  That's not important, I told myself inwardly. I can sort out the details later.

  I looked through the curtain in the bedroom window, checking on the weather's current conditions.

  It wasn't snowing, but it was still pretty bad outside.

  The wind was howling and pounding the window panes.

  I yawned tiredly and glanced around the room.

  I need something to wear and a towel isn't going to cut it.

  I’d rinsed my clothes out, the best I could in the bathroom sink and hung them in the shower to dry.

  I scooted over to the bedroom door and cracked it open a smidgeon.

  I could see straight to the front door from my vantage point.

  My husband was still sitting in his chair, his book still in his hands, reading away like it was perfectly normal to be guarding the front door so your wife, whom you don't even want, can't leave.

  Yet he kisses me like a man possessed?

  I shook my head.

  Makes no damn sense.

  I closed the door quietly and sat on the bed, fidgeting with the necklace from Miss La Faeii, still around my neck.

  The clasp was stuck or something and I couldn't get it off.

  One more thing to add to the day's bologna.

  All I need is some mental bread and I could make a damn sandwich!

  I rubbed at my eyes exhaustedly, moving my hands to my temples to massage them.

  My body still tingled from my husband's mind melting kisses, my lips still puffy from his attentions.

  "It's been a long day," I sighed.

  I continued to contemplate the kisses we'd shared in the kitchen for a moment and the chase that led to it.

  It was almost kind of fun being pursued by him.

  In a weird way it was a turn on, stimulating even, my body tingling, hopping to life, humming in anticipation at his next move...

  Is it weird or does it make me weird for liking it?

  I mentally shrugged.

  Either way, who cares… It was exhilarating!

  My heart sped up as I relived his kiss and how he just took it instead of coaxing one out of me.

  Wow... just wow.

  Who knew little four eyed Penelope would grow up to like her men caveman style, I thought to myself, and then sobered as I remembered that it probably meant nothing to him.

  I meant nothing to him.

  He kissed me like a starved man and then just walked away, like it was nothing, seeming completely unaffected by the whole experience.

  Oh, my gosh, what if he did it just to throw me off, to get back at me or something? To punish me somehow for my extended stay at Casa Del Cyclops?

  Some sudden onset of guilt or responsibility, on his part, for the car incident, and resulting minor ailments, which is mostly his fault if you ask me...

  That must be what has him keeping me here under his self-decreed house arrest.

  As a result, he probably resents my presence and feels the need to make me pay for it.

  I hope that's not the case, I worried, my stomach turning at the thought, butterflies swirling around maddeningly as I mulled over my hypothesis.

  I'm not all that sick anymore, so there's no need to keep me here.

  I probably just got sick from mucking around in the cold weather for so long.

  Nothing I haven’t had before...

  I can handle it.

  There really isn’t a reason to keep me here.

  Is there?

  Maybe I'll try to reason with him in the morning, I decided, and yawned. I'll make him a big breakfast, butter him up a little, assuage him a bit and then leave.

  Maybe I'll stroke his ego a mite... if need be.... gah!

  The idea of butt kissing makes me chafe.

  It's not me... never has been... but I’ll kiss a little behind if I have to, if need be.

  I've got to get the heck out of here. That man's kisses are dangerous.

  A gal could lose herself in one of those puppies and I'm not immune.

  I can't risk getting attached, getting my heart broken by a man who'll never return my love.

  He would probably laugh in my face at the idea, if I did. Love him that is, but I don't!

  "Good thing I'm not staying then," I muttered out loud.

  My search for clothes resumed and I lucked out when I found a big comfy robe in his closet and gave it a quick sniff.

  It smelled just like him.

  Like man and something else, something uniquely him.

  Whatever it is, it smells yummy, I thought as I inhaled deeply, taking in more of his scent.

  I put the robe on and hopped into bed, snuggling down into the covers, falling fast asleep.

  ****

  I felt a hot, wet warmth on my breast and my breath caught, my hands unconsciously seeking the source.

  I hit pay dirt when I stroked my fingers through soft, short curls. I pulled my phantom lover towards me and moaned as he suckled at my breast hungrily.

  Searching fingers were opening the top of my robe and moving lower, tracing my hips and bottom.

  Oh, yes... just like that...

  The rough callused hands felt good on my sensitive skin as they gently caressed me, learning my body.

  I squirmed as a finger teasingly traced the seam of my slit, but nothing more.

  I wiggled around, trying to get him to do more, to get him to move on to more than just teasing me, but he wouldn't budge.

  Instead, he continued his slow, teasing torture, making my body hum, my core sop
ping wet from his ministrations.

  His mouth released my nipple and gave the other one the same treatment.

  The cool air was a shock to the sensitive bud and I cupped it, trying to save it from the cold.

  The hand exploring my naughty bits moved away and he grabbed my wrist, moving my hand off of my breast, pinning it to my side.

  "Don't. I want to see you, I want to see everything," he grumbled huskily, my foggy brain just now registering that this was not in fact a dream at all, like I had originally thought, and that I knew that sexy, deep voice.

  My eyes popped open and I lurched up in bed, taking a surprised Cyclops with me.

  "Oomph." He grunted as my elbow got him in the nose.

  "Ack!" I yelped and got up from the bed, grabbing my glasses and shoving them on my face, yanking the robe I was wearing closed, my hands gripping the lapels.

  "What are you doing?!!" I exclaimed, clutching the robe closed tighter in a death grip, my heart pounding ninety to nothing, breasts throbbing in time with my heart and my core.

  He sat up and my eyes bugged out of my head at his very proud, very large erection.

  The thickened, mushroomed head of his shaft was straining towards me.

  He was completely naked, fully aroused and completely unfazed by his nudity.

  I threw a pillow over his engorged manhood and glared at him.

  I crossed my arms over my chest, careful of the robe, and straightened my spine to my full height.

  Not very intimidating, I'd guess, but you have to work with what ya got.

  "Well, Bennard! What do you have to say for yourself?" I used my best prim tone.

  He grinned and shrugged.

  No smiling!

  He looks so handsome when he does...

  Sexy...

  No! Penelope, be strong!

  "Not a thing, little wife. What about you, got anything to say?" he chuckled darkly, amusement lacing his tone.

  How dare he look so damn cute while he acts so unrepentant for ravishing me!

  I wanted to screech at him.

  The bastard!

  I wanted to smack him, or kiss him, or I don't even know right now! ...Damn it!

  I'm all discombobulated at the moment, this can't be good.

  I looked at him and took in an eyeful.

  He looks so sexy sitting there, nothing on but a pillow... mmm... hmmm.

  No! Wait!

  This is bad, so bad... and I want to be bad with him... he looks so yummy right now… his hair sleep ruffled, his eye roaming me hungrily, like I was butt naked in front of him, instead of bundled in his ginormous robe.

  Remember earlier, Pen... he's just playing with you, it could all be a game to him now!

  I stamped my foot and threw another pillow, this time at his head.

  He started laughing with the pillow over his face and I was tempted to smother him with it.

  I ran around the bed, lifting the hem of the robe up as I went, so I wouldn't trip.

  I ran out of the room, locking the bedroom door's lock and slamming it shut behind me.

  Hopefully, it would stall him for a minute.

  I ran through the still darkened house and into the living room.

  It was close to midnight, I noticed as I glanced quickly at the clock by the fireplace.

  The wind was still howling at the windows determinedly as I made my way to the front door.

  I went to the door and unlocked it, grabbing the handle to open it.

  A big hand closed over mine and I looked up at the very naked, very pissed off Cyclops in front of me.

  "Where do you think you're going, wife?" he demanded harshly.

  Though his voice was low, there was a scary quality to it, making it sound more like a threat, than a question.

  "Your eye is red," I observed nervously and gulped.

  Maybe we are a little more different than I had originally thought...

  You won't see my eyes changing color when I'm mad...

  I wonder if it changes to any other colors...

  I looked up into his red eye, pissed off expression on his hard face, and I was momentarily cured of my eye color curiosity.

  He looks livid with me.

  Nope, one color change is good enough for me, no need to see anymore.

  I pulled my hand out from underneath his on the door handle and backed up a little, feeling around behind me so I didn't trip over any furniture as I awkwardly made my way to the living room.

  I tripped over the hem of the robe and fell backwards, landing hard on my rump.

  I attempted to get up and tried to untangle myself from the bottom of the robe. It had somehow wrapped around my legs when I'd taken my tumble.

  I tugged on the end of it hard, trying to free it from under me and it popped free, throwing the robe wide open, giving Ben more than an eye full.

  I scrambled to close it, my face the color of a tomato as I fumbled repeatedly in my haste.

  I looked up and saw that Ben had been watching me, his eye glued to the gaps still showing skin in my robe.

  I got up and pulled it closed tighter, trying to pretend I didn't just flop around like a walrus all over the floor, then flash him a view of my good bits.

  "What were you doing back there... in the... in the...” I stammered as his eye glittered at me hungrily, a predatory gleam on his face. "...in the room?" I finally finished, fidgeting with the robe and jittering about nervously.

  "Sleeping with my wife," he said calmly, like it was the most natural thing in the world and started advancing on me.

  He took his time though, walking naked towards me, or sauntering-it was more like, his cock bobbing happily along in his wake as he prowled towards me, all those glorious muscles rippling and flexing as he followed me.

  I kept glancing between big Ben and not so little Ben, trying to decide how to go about this.

  "You don't even want me, remember, puny Human?" I squeaked out nervously, pointing to myself, my eyes still glued to my one-eyed husband's one-eyed monster.

  "Changed my mind," he said nonchalantly, and I realized he was less than five feet away from me.

  I hurried and headed for the kitchen, feigning my own nonchalance, as best as I could, given the circumstances, as I went.

  "I'm hungry... you hungry? Let's go eat, huh!" I hurried and headed for the pantry, affecting an indifferent air, laughing a little nervously as I tried to adopt a flippant attitude.

  "Excellent idea, wife," he murmured and crowded behind me.

  I turned around and planted my hands on his chest.

  "I...” I started and he cut me off, lifting me up and kissing the socks right off of me, our tongues tangling sensuously as he groped at me impatiently.

  He pushed me up against the pantry door, pinning me there with our bodies and opened the ties of my robe, running his hands up and over my breasts.

  I sucked in a breath as the cold air hit my skin.

  "Don't worry, little wife," he rumbled huskily, his voice gruff with passion. "I'll warm you up.”

  Leaning down, he nibbled my shoulder as he slid the robe down a little more for better access.

  He placed open mouthed kisses along my shoulder, up my neck, and I shivered at the sensation, little mewls of pleasure escaping me.

  A pertinent piece of information, that I needed to let be known, interrupted my lusty thoughts and it had my hands gripping his wrists to stop his progress.

  "Wait, there's something I need to...”

  But the stubborn male grunted and moved his lips back to mine, our tongues tangling again as he started to resume his undressing of me.

  My brain turned to mush in his very capable hands, my only thoughts on what he was doing to me, my core throbbing from his attentions.

  Whatever I was going to say was swept away on the wave he had me riding.

  I gripped his shoulders and gasped as he picked me up and pinned me a little higher up against the door with his body, right where he wanted me.
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  "Mmm…" he murmured, nipping playfully at my lips, "I was planning on kissing you, little wife, right here." He began circling the entrance to my sex with his index finger.

  He was dipping in slightly, then pulling out, moving the tip around and through my wet folds in a lazy circle, dipping in every so often to tease me more.

  "But I can't wait anymore. I need you," he groaned and kissed me hungrily.

  I broke the kiss and clamped my mouth shut, so I could tell him something he needed to know, something that might change his mind about what we were about to do if he knew.

  My lack of compliance seemed to make him angry and he growled at me, nipping at my lower lip to get me to open back up, his eye turning red again.

  "You want me and I want you, little wife, so no more games," he barked out angrily.

  What he perceived as a display of my obstinacy was putting him on edge.

  "Wait!" I cried desperately, my breaths coming in harsh pants as he pushed himself against me, his erection hot against my core.

  I moaned as he started rubbing himself back and forth insistently against me, my hands digging into his shoulders as he placed himself at my entrance.

  He sucked on my neck as he started to rub the head of his erection in and out of my sex, by tiny fragments, playing in the wetness there.

  I tensed up all over as he pushed a little in and then pulled out.

  "You don't understand," I said breathlessly, and he started pushing himself into me, my body locking up as he slowly tried to enter me.

  I was too tense and he wasn't going in.

  "Relax, Penny," he panted, his voice strained, his lips capturing mine as he grunted, trying again, but failing, to enter me. "I'm big and I don't want to hurt you."

  He grimaced and pulled out, dropping to his knees in front of me, putting his lips to my wet folds, laving at me ravenously.

  “Ben!” I shrieked, crying out loudly, pleasure soon replacing my surprise.

  His tongue ran slowly up my wet folds and I let out a high pitched keening sound, legs trembling a little as he slicked along my slit, sucking and licking at me.

  After he had me squirming and moaning for him, my hands digging into his arms, his tongue made the short journey to my clit, circling and sucking me into his mouth frantically.

  I removed my death grip on his arms and grabbed at his hair, using him to support me on quivering legs.