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The Reminiscing Process	By : DarkKitty27 Category: S through Z > Secret Window Views: 2832 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own The Secret Window, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Miss Me?
- 2-Bedtime
- 3-Tradition
- 4-Alone
- 5-Bliss
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Chapter 5: Bliss

When Lizzy awoke, Mort's space beside her was empty. She rose with a yawn, looking at the red glow of his clock across the room. It was 4:15AM. She was still tired and she stretched like a cat under the covers. Adjusting her hair, she rose from the bed and went out the door in search of Mort. She looked down the hall, the bathroom light was off and the door was open. She walked to the edge of the stairs and looked down. His office light was on, pouring bright through the door into the living room.

Lizzy walked down the stairs and across the dark living room. She walked past a window on the side wall and she could still see the moon shining high in the sky. She knocked lightly on the door frame before looking in. "Mort?"

She smiled. He was in his old chair, still in his black tee-shirt and red-plaid pajama pants. His arm was flopped on his desk and his head lay on it as he dozed. She looked down at his face turned toward her, his lips slightly parted and his breathing even. The glow from his desk lamp made his hair stand out and gave highlight to his sharp features. The shadow gave his defined cheekbones a handsome depth and his lips looked pouty and full.

'Good enough to kiss', Lizzy thought and she shook her head. She rapped her knuckles on the desk. "Mort!" she said a little louder than before and he popped up, startled. "Dammit, you scared me," he groaned and leaned back into his chair. He raised his arms over his head and stretched, arching his body backward. "Why are you up?"

"I woke up and you were gone," she said rubbing her arms and sliding her self into a seated position on the end of his desk. "Why are you up?"

Mort yawned and adjusted his eyes to the light. "I needed to write," he said simply as he pushed on his glasses and motioned toward his idle laptop.

"You were sleeping."

"So...I dozed off.."

"You haven't written anything since I got here-"

"You don't know that."

She sighed and looked him up and down. She knew he was uncomfortable around her now. And he had reason to be, because looking at his slouched form, his legs spread wide in his chair, she wanted nothing more than to crawl between his thighs, sit on his lap and....

Lizzy looked up into his eyes and tilted her head at him. "Mort."

"What?"

Lizzy gave him a look and he knew she wanted a good answer. "Okay, it's just that....I couldn't sleep."

"You couldn't sleep??"

"Not with you there...." he scoffed. Then he realized the meaning of his words.

Lizzy looked at him and he saw hurt in her eyes. She met his gaze and looked down quickly. He sat up apologetically. "No, no, I didn't mean!....I didn't mean you, specifically, I meant...it's been a long time since there's been anyone...sleeping next to me..."

She looked up and it was his turn to look away, and she swore she saw a slight flush of embarrassment in his cheeks.

"Oh," she mouthed quietly as she comprehended what he was saying. 'So that means....Oooh...' Lizzy's mind sparked in realization. An awkward silence filtered the room. Lizzy's confidence was renewed. She knew what she wanted and she knew he wanted it too...but he wasn't going to take the initiative. It was all up to her. She stretched in her seated position, arched her back and groaned from her tension in her dormant muscles. She willed his eyes to her as her shirt rode up and revealed a strip of her creamy skin. When she regained her former position, she spotted his eyes on her, just as she had wished they would be. He met her gaze and the emerald storm of lust burning there made him drag his eyes away to his laptop.

"I'm going back to bed," she stated abruptly and hopped down from his desk onto the hard wood floor. She moved closer to him, and positioned one leg, then the the other between his open knees. She leaned in, turned her cheek toward him, and braced one arm on the back of his chair. She heard him gulp.

"Goodnight kiss?"

She purposefully did not look him in the eye as his warm lips came in contact with her cheek, the gruff stubble on his upper lips barely a whisper on her skin. Quickly--strategically--she turned her face and caught a kiss on the corner of his partially open lips. The hand she had on his chair slid down to grip his shoulder and she kissed the edges of his lips several times, teasing him, willing him to take her. When his soft lips responded to her own, she kissed him with all the passion inside her, took off his glasses and threw them onto the desk. Their lips began to move quicker and she could feel his tongue holding back against her lip. She opened her mouth to him with a moan and their tongues met each other. Her hand slid up to the back of his neck into his untamed locks and she willed his head to tilt for the more pleasurable angle. Mort's hands, which were once clutching the arms of his old chair, now spanned her waist and the small of her back as she climbed into his lap. A moan rumbled low in his throat as her full weight came to rest on his groin.

Excited by the warm, willing, male body beneath Lizzy began to swivel her hips and slowly ground down into him. She stroked his tongue with her own in the hot, wet recesses of their mouths locked together. She pressed herself against him, harder and harder, and her breasts smushed against his hard chest fueled her excitement even further. The throb between her legs beat to a aching pulse as she rubbed against his body and his hips jumped up to meet her nubile gyrations. The feel his hardness poking up into her center caused her to moan and she slammed her body hard against him. Breaking away from his lips, she kissed down his neck and ran her palms over his hard chest down his abdomen. Starting at the hem of his shirt she pushed it up and her fingers slid over his stretched ribcage. She ran her hands down his chest, eager to touch all of his warm skin. Her fingers raked over his dark nipples and his stomach muscles jumped. Lizzy pulled his shirt over his head and threw it into the corner while watching him closely as he lowered his arms back to her waist. His eyes were dark, black, and it seemed as if they were aflame from the glow of the desk light.

She crossed her arms and placed her hands on top of his where they lay on her waist. She moved Mort's hands up the sides of her body and pulled them up with her pajama top. Her eyes never left his as together, they pulled the shirt off her body. She was left naked to his eyes, her pale body flushed with arousal. He gaped at her, a bit taken back, and the fire fueled in his eyes. His hands remained still at her waist though he occasionally thumbed the skin there. His eyes darted all around her radiant skin, her breasts, her belly. She watched as his tongue darted out and licked his lower lips. Lizzy moaned, her eyes heavy lidded and the throb in her core jumping. "Oh god Mort, please touch me," she gasped desperately.

He watched her eyes squeeze shut in anticipation and he moved his hands up her sides. Gently, he palmed her left breast. She sucked in breath at the warmth of his hand and arched her back, offering herself to him. He stroked her pink nipple with the pad of his thumb and she whimpered, rocking her hips into his lap as he touched her. He caressed each nipple to a fine, hardened bud before lowering his mouth to her chest. With the flat of his tongue he gave one nipple a strong lick and her animalistic gasp sent a ripple of pleaure through his groin. Threading her hands in his wild hair, she held him to her as he lavished each pebbled nipple with his hot mouth.

She almost forcefully ripped him away from her chest as she gathered his lips in a soul-searing kiss. Breaking away then, she returned the favor and ran her thumbs across his hard nipples. As her mouth descended on them, her hand slid between their bodies and she gripped his manhood in her palm. He sucked in a large breath as she stroked him through the thin fabric of his pajama pants. His eyes rolled back in his head and she watched him carefully, her lusty emerald eyes shining. "Oh...god Liz," he hissed and moaned as his hips bucked up towards her. He was hard and he burned and ached for release.

His voice was throaty and deep and it made her insides melt. "Please, Liz,...not yet.."

Lizzy stopped her ministrations and held their bodies tight together. Her whole body tingling as her naked chest met his. "Let's go upstairs," she whispered breathily into his ear, rubbing her body against his. She slid off his lap and his eyes were heavy lidded as he regarded her blushing form. He rose from his chair and watched her closely as she sashayed to the doorway. She looked back at him to make sure he was following and he switched off the lamp, basking them in moonlit darkness. He followed close as he watched her hips swish in the night and her naked back glowed a pearly blue under the moon glow as they ascended the staircase.

When they reached the top, Lizzy stepped back into Mort's room and stood near the bed, her hand on the foot post. She waited patiently for his presence behind her and shut her eyes in bliss as his warm body pressed against her back. He wrapped his arms around her waist and slid his palms across her belly and under her breasts. She leaned her head back into his shoulder and relaxed herself into his hard body. His hot breath puffed against her neck it made her squirm in delight. Lizzy pushed back into him, feeling his hardness pressing hot against her behind. When his soft lips descended hot upon her ear she whimpered and ground her ass against him. She spun in his arms, grasped his hands and laced his dextile fingers with her own. She stood close to him and moved her fingers all around his to feel his skin. His hands were strong, not too rough, not too soft and deft from many years at his laptop.

She backed up and pulled Mort with her until the backs of her knees hit the edge of his bed. Sliding into his side of the bed, Lizzy lay flat on her back as he climbed in next to her. Once he lay along side her, she pulled the covers up over them and looked over into his eyes. She could barely see his face, but then he moved closer to her when she touched his arm and the moonlight illuminated his strong features. She loved his defined cheekbones and she leaned up to him to brush sweet kisses along his cheeks and jaw. Under the covers, his warm hand was stroked her belly and drifted lower.

When he reached the edge of her pajama bottoms he looked up to her. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her mouth partially open and she began to nod 'yes' as his hand moved. Hooking his thumbs in the edge he slowly slid her pants down to her ankles and she kicked them to the side, letting them fall to the floor from under the blankets. Mort slid his body on top of hers and braced his weight on his forearms as he leaned over her. He parted her lips open with his slick tongue and kissed her passionately. As her tongue dueled with his, she slid his pajama pants down, gripping her palms into his firm behind. He hissed into her mouth as he kicked his pants away from his ankles and pressed their now fully naked flesh together. Nudging her thighs apart with his knee, he lowered his body comfortably between her legs and they both gasped at the intimate contact. Lizzy could feel his length hot and hard against her opening and she slid her hand up his forearm.

"Be right back-" Mort started, his voice husky and deep as he started to pull away.

"Wait," Lizzy reached over the side of the bed for her pajama pants. Digging into the pocket, she pulled out a condom. She held it up to Mort, who raised an eyebrow down at her.

"Found a box under the bathroom sink," she breathed. She waited for a snarky reply, but instead only found his lips on hers again as she struggled to tear open the package. Breaking away from his warm kisses, she tore the package with her teeth. Sliding her hand between their bodies she touched him for the first time skin to skin. She stroked his length up and down, admiring the hot, silky hardness of him. He struggled to keep from thrusting into her small fist, his body tensed and she felt his gasping breath puff unevenly into her neck.

Stopping her actions, she slid the condom onto his solid manhood in one fluid motion. Mort shivered at the cool latex, but was warmed once again by Lizzy's hands kneading up his arms and down his back. She ran her fingers along his spine and pressed down on the small of his back to bring him closer. She rubbed her hard nipples against his own, slid her body against him and it made her crave more. Mort reached down to her core, slowly parted her and she lifted her hips to meet his venturing hand. She moaned as he slid one deft finger inside her warm, wet core. In and out he pumped his finger. Another, and another were added as she rocked and writhed against him in pleasure.

His thumb found her clit and he stroked slow and soft at first. She moaned, loudly, letting him know what she wanted. Crooking his fingers inside her, he circled her clit are hard as he dared. Lizzy could feel the burn in the base of her spine as he carried her to a fevered pitch. She thrashed her head wildly while gasping his name as he pushed her the the edge with one last burning stroke. She arched her back and her eyes clamped shut as her head swam in dizzy euphoria. When the blissful throb inside her subsided, Lizzy looked up into Mort's eyes. Dark and black, she could see the reflection of the moonlight inside his obscure orbs.

The head of his pulsating manhood was poised and ready at her moist entrance; she could feel it bumping insistently against her swollen, over-sensitive clit. Mort looked up at her one last time and her jaw was clenched, her eyes tightly closed in preparation. He slid inside her slowly and buried himself to the hilt. Her mouth was wide open in a gasp as he filled her body. She had never felt so complete in her life and a tear slid down her cheek at the feeling so...whole. Her hot, wet center sheathed his entire length and he paused a moment for her to adjust. Within seconds she was wiggling against him to move and he complied. He started slow and moved at a burning pace, sliding almost all of the way out, then back in. Gripping his back, she tightened her thighs around him and tried to pull him deeper.

As he felt his the familiar flare in the base of his spine her drove hard into her core. She continuously met his hips with her own, met him thrust for piercing thrust in a drive for sweet release. When he felt himself begin to climax, he reached between their perspiring bodies and flicked mercilessly at her sensitive clit. Her mind exploded and she clenched her inner muscles around him as they both came hard and shuddered into each other, gasping for breath into the dark.

Tired and utterly spent, their bodies slick and warm, they settled into each other. Throwing the quilt off, Lizzy left them in just the thin bedsheet, due to the extreme heat their bodies radiated. Mort moved out of her slowly and she shivered as his filling member left her core. She felt loose and empty without him there to complete her. Flopping over to the other side of the bed, Mort pulled off the condom and threw it with a soaking plop into the trash can near the wall. He lay beside her and tried to steady his breathing back to normal. Lizzy rolled over and hugged his naked body to her own. Curling her legs against his, she settled her head onto his glistening chest and they feel back to sleep, exhausted and spent, in the aftermath of bliss.

R+R, lemme know what you think :)

I may write more, I don�t know how soon though.
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