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Fantasy 3: Bed & Breakfast

Category: Adult
Rating: R
Warnings: somewhat graphic sex
Disclaimer: all Lost characters belong to ABC and their creators J.J. Abrams and Damon Lindelof. I derive no profit from this and no copyright infringement is intended.


You come home from a hard day at work and there is a message from Desmond. He's booked a weekend
for the two of you at a Victorian bed & breakfast. It sounds just wonderful, and you can't wait. (and the fact that Sunday is your birthday makes it even better.)

When you arrive you aren't disappointed. The bed & breakfast is a restored Victorian mansion. It is located on a tree lined street in a beautiful small town on the banks of a river. It's late afternoon and tea, wine, and appetizers have been set out. You take a look around the parlor while Desmond takes care of checking in. The furniture is intricately carved mahogany. There are lace curtains on the windows and an antique oriental rug on the floor.A grandfather clock ticks in the corner. You sit down on a velvet sofa and relax. Desmond comes over to you. "Everything's all taken care of, luv" He smiles and hands you a glass of chardonnay. You sip your wine and sink back into the sofa. You haven't felt this relaxed in a long time. Desmond is looking especially handsome today in his charcoal slacks, cream colored shirt, and leather jacket. You look pretty lovely yourself in your black and white silk sundress and high heeled sandals that tie around the ankles. The two of you finish your wine then head to your room to get ready for dinner.

Your room is gorgeous, with its gilded wallpaper and velvet drapes. There is an intricately carved mahogany desk and vanity and a matching queen sized bed with a luxurious canopy. Your bags have already been placed on a stand at the foot of the bed.
You sit down on the bed, testing it. Desmond sits down next to you and pulls you close. You melt into his kisses like ice cream on a hot day. Too soon, he pulls away and stands up. You whimper softly. "There'll be time for plenty more later, little sistah." Desmond says huskily. He walks over and gets something out of a bag he set on the desk. Seeing him in profile makes you weak. You wish he'd come back to the bed. Desmond tucks something in his jacket pocket and smiles at you. "Are you ready to go and get a bite to eat?" You stand up. "Sure" you say. You pick up your purse and shawl and the two of you leave the room. There are still a few people sitting in the lounge as you walk out of the inn.

It's a lovely, clear evening with a light breeze blowing. You and Desmond walk several blocks to an intimate Italian restaurant with a view of the river. From your table you can see several sailboats and a paddle wheeled excursion boat floating gently on the water. You sip chianti and nibble on breadsticks while you wait for your meal. Desmond takes a small wrapped package out of his pocket. "I wanted to give you your present now." He says. "I thought this weekend was my present" you reply. "This is just something small I thought you'd like." You open the package. Inside is an antique gold compact with pearl and onyx inlays. "Oh Desmond, it's beautiful. thank you." you reply. "I know how much you like art deco things. When I saw this I had to get it for you." he answers. Your salads come and you eat contentedly. You can't get over how sweet and thoughtful Desmond is.
After a wonderful meal of pasta with fresh vegetables Desmond suggests a stroll along the waterfront. The Riverfest is going on and booths with crafts, food, and games are set up all along the riverwalk area. You get lemon sorbet cones and savor them as you walk. At a jewelry booth you buy a faceted moonstone crystal on a black silk cord for yourself and a braided leather bracelet with a celtic cross for Desmond. You stop next at the knock over the bottle game. You say that it's probably rigged like a lot of carnival games. Desmond wants to try anyway. He does, and wins a light brown stuffed bunny with a pink ribbon around its neck. He smilingly presents it to you saying "you still think the game is rigged?" You shake your head sheepishly and take the bunny.

In the riverside park a band is playing. You and Desmond sit on one of the whitewashed benches and listen for a while. He slips an arm around you and lets his other hand slide to your knee. You lean back and close your eyes, totally relaxed and happy. Desmond nuzzles your neck and you giggle softly. His hand slides a little higher up your leg and you open your eyes. You blush slightly imagining those strong fingers on other parts of your body. "Ready to go back to the inn?" he asks, his eyes glinting mischieviously. "Yes." you say softly.

The two of you get up and make your way through the quiet streets. As you climb the hill to the residential area you can still faintly hear the music from the park and the sounds of motorcycles in front of the bar in town. There is still a welcoming light in the window of the inn. You step up on the porch and reach for your key. You feel Desmond's hand on the bare skin of your back and a shiver goes through you (and it's not from the cool evening). You are about to  put your key in the lock when he pulls you into his arms and kisses you, firmly and deeply. You expect someone's face to appear between the lace curtains on the front windows, but no one does. You break the kiss, breathing quickly. Your desire has returned full force. Smiling, you open the door and hurry inside. As you climb the stairs you are thankful that no one was in the parlor to see how flushed you look. Desmond opens the door of your room then turns to you, smiling. "Did I tell you how beautiful you look?" he says softly, his words made even sexier by that accent. He takes you in his arms again. Not worrying anymore about being seen you don't resist. Your lips press together and your hips move restlessly against him. You moan softly as his hands squeeze your firm bottom through the silky fabric of your dress and press your soft body against his maleness. "mmm...Desmond..." you murmur. He pulls away from you and you whimper softly. "Let's go inside." He takes your hand and you go into your room.

As soon as the door closes Desmond takes you in his arms again. You kiss passionately. His hands roam over your body, feeling your curves through the thin silky dress.You wrap your arms around him, stroking his hair and his muscular back. Too soon, Desmond breaks the kiss and pulls away from you. He removes his jacket, then sits down on the bed and pulls off his shoes.You unbuckle your sandals and kick them off. You sit down on the end of the bed and Desmond pulls you close. A shiver goes through you as he reaches for the zipper on your dress and pulls it down. He eases the garment off your body, his fingers lightly brushing your skin. You moan softly as he caresses your breasts through the lace of your bra. You open Desmond's shirt and lightly stroke his muscular chest, smiling at the soft groan your attention elicits. Desmond kisses you deeply, his fingers rubbing and pinching your nipples through the thin lace making them full and hard. "Desmond, please..." you moan. "Patience, little sistah." he replies, not stopping the delicious things he's doing to you. He presses you back against the mound of pillows on the bed. You stretch languidly against the cashmere duvet. A soft sigh escapes your lips. You've wondered what making love to Desmond would be like, and now you're about to find out. 

 Desmond removes his shirt and pants and lies down next to you clad only in boxers and a smile. He pulls you close. You wrap your arms around him. Stroking his hair you rub your belly against his hardness. He groans and presses against you, then pushes you onto your back and nudges your legs further apart. You wrap one leg around his hip trying to pull him closer. He chuckles and kisses you, his hands reaching for the waistband of your panties and pulling them down. Desmond then rolls off you and removes his boxers."my God, you're beautiful." he murmurs sinking down on you again. You wrap your legs around him, pulling him close. "Desmond..." you sigh. "Beautiful..." he murmurs as he enters you. "Mmmm..." you moan, getting used to the size of him. "You okay, little sistah?" he asks thinking he hurt you. "Mmmm...yes." you reply. All other thoughts disappear from your mind as he begins to thrust forcefully into you. You cry out and clutch at his back. He's breathing heavily and you know he's feeling as much pleasure as you are.Your internal muscles squeeze him and he groans.His hands pin yours to the bed and he drives into you harder and deeper. You're mindless with pleasure. Desmond continues the assault on your body until you are screaming his name and crying out sharply. He cries out and you feel filled with liquid fire as he climaxes inside you.
Afterwards you lie entwined together waiting for your heartrates to return to normal.

You stretch languidly, luxuriating in the feeling of your release. "That was amazing." you murmur softly. "It definitely was." Desmond replies. He kisses you and lets a finger absently brush one of your still sensitised nipples. A shuddering sigh escapes your lips.

A while later you both get up and go into the bathroom. Desmond draws the bath while you light some vanilla and sandalwood candles and get the bottle of vanilla bath oil from your bag. The whirlpool tub is bubbling nicely when you return to the room. Desmond steps into the water and you join him. The tub is rectangular and there is just enough room for two people to sit in it comfortably. You and Desmond take turns washing each other with vanilla sugar bodywash and big, fluffy washcloths. When it's your turn Desmond Desmond shifts positions so he's sitting behind you and begins to wash your back in long slow circles. He slips a hand to your hip, positioning you in front of one of the pulsing jets. The sensation is indescribable. You close your eyes and lean back against him. When you come down to earth you turn to face Desmond and snaking your hands mischieviously under the water return the favor.

Afterwards you get out and dry each other with the big soft towels the inn provides. Terry bathrobes are also provided and the two of you slip into these and go back into the bedroom. A plate of fresh strawberries and Belgian chocolates was put on the dresser while you were at dinner. You lounge on the bed and share these, giggling when juice runs down your chin. Eventually you make love again slowly and languidly. Later, as you drift off to sleep in his arms you wonder what delights the rest of the weekend will bring.