Rachel Can't Sleep
Nov 2, 2009 4:46:01 GMT
Post by numbat on Nov 2, 2009 4:46:01 GMT
Well to cheer myself up after watching Wuthering Heights and reading The Time Travellers Wife, i thought i'd foist this short piece on you poor ladies. ;D
It's inspired by my current obsessions of Jacob (naked) and Nick. Fortunately (or unfortunately, depending upon your point of view!!!) it's nowhere near as naughty as the other piece we've just read, but it is a bedroom scene and involves nudeness of the Jacob kind!!!! (so obviously, please don't read it if that's likely to offend you).
I won't hide my unashamed
in the direction of Nick Silver. And those who know me well, will see that i managed to use my favourite word in the best possible way 
I think i'll dedicate this to wichi who, in her devotion, was the only one who suggested a picture of (american) Jacob as (english) Nick. I didn't agree with her then, but if judypatooty could come up with a screencap of an unclothed jacob, i may just be convinced!!!!
Rachel Young could not sleep. So she lay in the dark, staring at the ceiling, listening to Jacob’s gentle, rhythmic snore. It’s hot, she thought, and it’s summer.
When they’d met, it had been Jacob who’d spent wakeful nights reading, researching, watching mindless tv. On their many out of town assignments, she’d always been aware of him in the next room, restless and wakeful, but since they'd begun sharing a bed, that had changed. Her presence seemed to soothe him and her love seemed to fill a void in him that he’d kept hidden. His intelligent mind continued to flit around, constantly searching for solutions and answers, but he was more able now to switch off and to allow himself the glorious luxury of sleep.
Tonight though, Rachel was the one who felt lost and anxious and trapped. She had an itch – and it needed scratching.
It’s your own damn fault, she thought to herself. You were the one insistent on him losing the pj's. She preferred to sleep naked at home where she could relax and leave the worries of being on 24 hour alert behind her, but it had been a battle to get him to do the same. Now for the very first time he'd conceded to her requests and she was wishing that he hadn’t. She’d come to bed after him and found him already asleep when she slid between the sheets, he was stretched out like a child, completely naked. How was she supposed to sleep, she asked herself? It had been his clever mind and caring nature that she had fallen in love with, but tonight it was his warm body that she was thinking of. Well Jacob, she thought to herself, recalling a conversation that they’d had earlier in the day, there maybe four things I need, but there’s only one thing I want.
Now, he was laying on his side facing her, knees slightly bent, breathing in the regular rhythm of the untroubled. She decided to inch her way backwards across the bed until she could touch him. She was desperate to feel his hot skin around her and the warmth of his breath on her neck. Ever so slowly she backed her way across the bed until she was able to nestle herself into his lap. He murmured sleepily at the disturbance, and put his arm around her, then ran his long fingers gently down her side until they rested on the curve of her hip. She gently took his warm hand and moved it upwards, cupping it around her breast. She felt his body instinctively react to the contact and he stirred sleepily but didn’t wake. She wriggled herself deeper into his lap and he murmured appreciatively.
Jacob, Jacob, Jacob, she thought, you drive me wild. As she lay there, surrounded by his warmth, she remembered him whispering those words breathlessly in her ear - you sedate me Rachel, you awake me. The sound of his throaty voice had made her knees buckle and her breath catch. He simply had no idea of the effect that he had on her.
After a few minutes though of laying and thinking, it was evident that he was not going to wake anytime soon. Rachel was getting impatient. It’s time for a girl to take matters into her own hands she thought wryly, and she reached behind her and ever so slowly ran her hand down the flat, muscular plane of his belly and through his coarse curls. He stirred and she felt him pull her closer towards him, pressing his body into hers. “Mmmmmmm, Rachel” he murmured sleepily. She smiled. “Wake up, wake up Jacob”, she whispered, “I can’t sleep”.
It's inspired by my current obsessions of Jacob (naked) and Nick. Fortunately (or unfortunately, depending upon your point of view!!!) it's nowhere near as naughty as the other piece we've just read, but it is a bedroom scene and involves nudeness of the Jacob kind!!!! (so obviously, please don't read it if that's likely to offend you).
I won't hide my unashamed
in the direction of Nick Silver. And those who know me well, will see that i managed to use my favourite word in the best possible way 
I think i'll dedicate this to wichi who, in her devotion, was the only one who suggested a picture of (american) Jacob as (english) Nick. I didn't agree with her then, but if judypatooty could come up with a screencap of an unclothed jacob, i may just be convinced!!!!
Rachel Young could not sleep. So she lay in the dark, staring at the ceiling, listening to Jacob’s gentle, rhythmic snore. It’s hot, she thought, and it’s summer.
When they’d met, it had been Jacob who’d spent wakeful nights reading, researching, watching mindless tv. On their many out of town assignments, she’d always been aware of him in the next room, restless and wakeful, but since they'd begun sharing a bed, that had changed. Her presence seemed to soothe him and her love seemed to fill a void in him that he’d kept hidden. His intelligent mind continued to flit around, constantly searching for solutions and answers, but he was more able now to switch off and to allow himself the glorious luxury of sleep.
Tonight though, Rachel was the one who felt lost and anxious and trapped. She had an itch – and it needed scratching.
It’s your own damn fault, she thought to herself. You were the one insistent on him losing the pj's. She preferred to sleep naked at home where she could relax and leave the worries of being on 24 hour alert behind her, but it had been a battle to get him to do the same. Now for the very first time he'd conceded to her requests and she was wishing that he hadn’t. She’d come to bed after him and found him already asleep when she slid between the sheets, he was stretched out like a child, completely naked. How was she supposed to sleep, she asked herself? It had been his clever mind and caring nature that she had fallen in love with, but tonight it was his warm body that she was thinking of. Well Jacob, she thought to herself, recalling a conversation that they’d had earlier in the day, there maybe four things I need, but there’s only one thing I want.
Now, he was laying on his side facing her, knees slightly bent, breathing in the regular rhythm of the untroubled. She decided to inch her way backwards across the bed until she could touch him. She was desperate to feel his hot skin around her and the warmth of his breath on her neck. Ever so slowly she backed her way across the bed until she was able to nestle herself into his lap. He murmured sleepily at the disturbance, and put his arm around her, then ran his long fingers gently down her side until they rested on the curve of her hip. She gently took his warm hand and moved it upwards, cupping it around her breast. She felt his body instinctively react to the contact and he stirred sleepily but didn’t wake. She wriggled herself deeper into his lap and he murmured appreciatively.
Jacob, Jacob, Jacob, she thought, you drive me wild. As she lay there, surrounded by his warmth, she remembered him whispering those words breathlessly in her ear - you sedate me Rachel, you awake me. The sound of his throaty voice had made her knees buckle and her breath catch. He simply had no idea of the effect that he had on her.
After a few minutes though of laying and thinking, it was evident that he was not going to wake anytime soon. Rachel was getting impatient. It’s time for a girl to take matters into her own hands she thought wryly, and she reached behind her and ever so slowly ran her hand down the flat, muscular plane of his belly and through his coarse curls. He stirred and she felt him pull her closer towards him, pressing his body into hers. “Mmmmmmm, Rachel” he murmured sleepily. She smiled. “Wake up, wake up Jacob”, she whispered, “I can’t sleep”.
