This came about due to an early early challenge Dani put up in Adorable. Hilary waiting for Jeff in the bath tub was the challenge. I apologize early for the slight sink into corny toward the end.. not sure where my mind was when I apparently picked up the story at a later time. LOL (This was written a couple years ago) I did at least re-do the end and spare you the REALLY sappy disgusting ending. LOLOL. Oh and sorry.. this story involves champagne.. (creatively, I might add ;) ) Paper Dolls By Michele Savage (Story is set in early 1941) Hilary sat at the dressing table in the sitting room of the hotel suite she and Jeffrey were staying in for the weekend brushing through her hair. Every so often they took these weekend getaways just for themselves, to revel in each other. She smiled, thinking of earlier and her body instinctively warmed at the thoughts. Suddenly she missed Jeff. He'd only been gone less than ten minutes and he was just picking up some food and drinks so they wouldn't have to leave the room. Still, there were moments like this where she craved him. Pulling herself from the daydream, Hilary set the brush down and stood, tightening the belt on the robe she wore. She decided to make use of the direction of her thoughts and set up a romantically sensual evening. She walked into the large bathroom, and started the water running in the large lion's claw bath tub that sat in the middle of the opulent bathing room. While the tub was filling, she set about to lighting candles and setting them on the vanity. Once that was taken care of, she left the room to write a note for Jeff. She found the paper and explained for him to meet her in the bath tub. She smiled and slid out of her robe. She lay the note on top of the satin garment, and padded nude into the bathroom. Hilary reclined in the tub, watching the door for her husband. Her foot, resting on the edge of the tub, moved to an impatient tap. Sighing deeply she lay her head back just as Jeffrey entered the room carrying a bottle of champagne and two glasses in one hand, and a bowl of strawberries in the other. Hilary turned her head. A wide smile spread across her face as her eyes traveled from Jeff's evergreen eyes to his perfectly formed mouth then down to rake across his long, lean form now elegantly dressed in a tuxedo. "Aren't you a little over-dressed?" She asked him, noticing how fast her breathing had become. Just the sight of this man was enough to arouse feelings in her that she never had for any of her other husbands or assorted companions. A sensual smile played across his mouth and matched the desire in her voice. "Hmm… I guess I am." He set his cargo down on a bath stand close to the tub and pulled off his shoes and socks. He then unbuttoned and slipped out of the jacket. "There." Before Hilary could protest, he stepped into the bathtub and settled against the ivory side of the tub opposite her. He stretched as straight as he could, resting his legs comfortably on either side of her body. "You're paying the cleaning bill for that." She stated with a smile and shifted slightly to make more room for Jeff in the tub. She rested one foot on his thigh and the other she let drift over the now soaked white dress shirt he still wore. He picked a strawberry out of the bowl that was in his reach, and tossed it at her. Hilary turned her head as it splashed into the water just below her chin. She felt it roll between her breasts and picked it off her stomach before it could sink further. With a flirtatious look, she slowly slid the berry between her lips and bit it off at the stem. She noticed, with a satisfied smile, that Jeff couldn't take his eyes off her. She sat up and turned slightly so she could lay against him. He snaked his arms around her the moment she was within reach, pressing her tightly against his own, now very aroused, body. She pressed her lips to his and kissed him deeply, thrusting her tongue past his lips to mingle with his. She let her hands drift along his throat to remove the bow tie and unbutton the top few buttons of his shirt. She tossed the sopping black material to the floor and blindly reached toward the table for the bottle she knew was sitting there. With the bottle now in her hand, Hilary started to pull away from him, but, Jeff not wanting to break off the intimate contact, tightened his embrace. She settled back into the kiss, briefly, before sitting back up. She unwrapped the cork to open the bottle and he wrapped his hands around the bottle just as the loosened cork flew off with a forceful pop, followed by a small spray of champagne. Hilary jumped slightly and giggled as the liquid poured over her hands. Jeff laughed as he yanked the champagne from her grasp and took a generous swig straight from the bottle, more of the drink splashing against his nose. Turning, so she was again facing Jeff, Hilary grabbed the bottle and took her own drink. "I did bring glasses." Jeff reminded. She took another, smaller drink and settled again opposite him. "Why dirty the glasses," she smiled and rested one leg between Jeff and the tub, and the other on his stomach. Jeff gave a sarcastic chuckle, "Give me that." He said and took the bottle. She sighed and moved her foot to lightly trail the tips of her toes over his throat as he took a drink. She traced his collar bone and nudged her foot inside the gap the wet open shirt made. She smiled proudly when he groaned as her toes brushed across his chest. He captured her wandering leg in his arm and propped her foot on his shoulder. He stretched his arm to her hip, leaning slightly forward to reach, and lightly ran his index finger down the length of the underside of her leg. Hilary threw her arms back to grasp the ivory of the tub behind her head, and moaned deeply. She opened her eyes wide, as she felt something cold being poured onto her leg. "Jeffrey, that's cold," she said when she saw it was champagne he was dribbling over her skin. "Let me warm it up." He said huskily, setting the bottle back on the table. Within moments his warm mouth was on her leg following the tart liquid trail with his tongue. She arched her back, the pleasure moving swiftly over her. "Oh, Jeffrey." She whispered deeply. He moved his legs and turned so he could more easily reach her and resumed his sensuous tour of her leg. He took a breath to hold and then followed her skin below the water line. He continued his eager exploration of her body across her thigh, over her abdomen-- teasingly flicking his tongue across the tender folds of her sex before moving upwards to her neck. She wrapped her arms tightly around him as he lay against her. "Now I think you are over-dressed, my pumpkin." Hilary said softly, dropping slight kisses over his face. Jeff leaned on his arm that was between her back and the side of the tub, propping his upper body off hers. He threaded his other hand through her hair and brought her mouth against his. He kissed her with force, now wanting nothing more than to be completely consumed by this woman. Hilary moved her hands to the open buttons of the dress shirt Jeff still wore and tugged at it, wanting to remove anything that separated his body from hers. She managed quickly to get the shirttail pulled out of the pants and unbuttoned completely. He moved his arms to let her pull it away from him and heard her toss it to the floor. He sat up long enough to unfasten the pants and with her help those too quickly followed the shirt. He lay back again over her, taking her mouth once again. Trying to maneuver, Jeff quickly realized he was a bit too tall to comfortably make love in the confines of the bath tub. Amid protests from Hilary, he stood to step out of the tub. He had to grab the side of the tub for balance, when Hilary suddenly shifted and took full advantage of his position. She knelt against him, wrapped one arm around his waist, lay the other on his thigh, and deftly traced the bulging vein of his full arousal with her tongue. She laughed amusedly at his reaction and teasingly flicked her tongue over the tip. With an upward glance to meet his eyes, she planted a small kiss on the thin trail of hair that led to his navel. Hilary finally sank him deep within the warmth of her mouth. Jeff's knees nearly gave out, "Oh, H … Hil'ry, please," he muttered as she expertly made love to him with her mouth. Grabbing what was left of his senses, Jeff finally moved away from her and stepped out of the water. "Where are you going?" Hilary pouted. "Not very far, Mittens." He turned and pulled her to her feet and scooped her out of the tub. "Not very far." With Hilary in his arms, Jeff leaned to blow out the candles and then carried her into the bedroom. He threw her onto the bed, then returned to the bathroom for the champagne, strawberries and a towel. He set the bowl on the nightstand and poured the bubbly liqueur over the berries. He then sat on the bed, pulled Hilary into his arms and enveloped her into the towel. He patted her dry, then dried himself. "What are you doing?" She asked He moved the pillow from the side of the bed closest to the nightstand the berries were sitting on, and lay Hilary down. He stretched out beside her, laying on his side against her. "I'm just making us comfortable." He answered her question with a quick kiss on the lips. He reached across her and pulled a strawberry from the bowl and drew a line from the hollow of her throat to her stomach. He followed the trail of berry flavored champagne softly with his tongue and earned a small moan of pleasure from the woman beneath him. He smiled against her skin and blew gently on the still damp line. He took a bite from the berry he still held and then fed the rest of it to Hilary, who took it gladly and then licked his fingers clean. Jeff reached for another strawberry, but, Hilary stopped his hand and brought it to her mouth. "Forget the strawberries," she whispered, "I want you." Jeff smiled as Hilary traced her tongue over his middle finger. "Exactly how do you want me?" he whispered deeply. He pulled his hand way from the warmth of her mouth and ever so lightly traced his fingertips over her breasts. Hilary reacted to his teasing touch with a heavy intake of breath. "I want you roughly; I want you gently," She mewled softly as his fingers found the sensitive peak of her nipples, "I want you madly," she lay her hand against his face, her thumb tracing a sensuous path across his lips, "I want you deeply." "As you wish, my lady." He breathed, and moved over her. He captured her hands and held them tightly over her head so she couldn’t touch him. He took her lips roughly in a harsh, yet loving kiss, thrusting his tongue into her mouth meeting her own in an erotic dance. She willingly parted her legs as he moved his hips and plunged into her fully with one swift move. She threw her head back and cried out as both the ecstasy and the pain threatened to overwhelm her. He stilled, letting her body become accustomed to the sudden forceful intrusion. He released her hands and she snaked her arms around him to grasp at his shoulders. "Please pumpkin, more." She breathed against his ear, assuring him that she wanted him to continue. He nipped lightly at her neck and then propped himself on his hands, lifting his upper body off hers and allowing him the leverage to make love to her. She wrapped her legs around his hips and urged him eagerly. She smiled as she caught his eyes, the green now very dark with passion. Knowing he was watching her every move, Hilary slid her own finger deep into her mouth. She closed her eyes as a bolt of fire shot through her body, his thrusting beginning to set off mini explosions in her nerve endings. Willing those feelings to pass, she traced her fingers around the aroused peaks of her own breasts. "You like to watch me touch myself?" She huskily asked the rhetorical question. "While you are deep inside me, you like me to caress myself." She moved her hand lower, to her clitoris and began a slow circular rubbing, purposefully extending her finger enough to be able to reach his thrusting member. "God, Hilary." He moaned as he felt the extra friction against his now very sensitive skin. She giggled, knowing exactly what she was doing to him. In response to her ministrations, he pulled away from her earning a frustrated growl of protest. He smiled, "You asked me to make love to you. I can't do that if you help." Her eyebrow rose in response, wondering what was going through his mind. He stood and took another generous swig from the bottle of champagne. He moved to a suitcase and pulled something out of it. Hilary sat and tried to see, but he kept it hidden well. He walked back to the bed, "Lay down." He gently ordered. He knelt on the bed, straddling her and pulled her hands together. When he bent over her, Hilary took the opportunity to slide the tip of his still solid erection between her lips. "You're good." He muttered, as he pulled her hands around the wood bars of the headboard and handcuffed her wrists together. He groaned when the yelp of protest she muttered vibrated against his shaft, still in her mouth. He moved, "Is there a problem?" "What are you doing?" She asked breathlessly. "Making sure you don’t help." He whispered in response and dragged the end of the scarf he'd had the 'cuffs wrapped in down her already hypersensitive skin. She moaned deeply as the silken material passed over the tender skin of her womanhood. Jeff smiled wickedly, "That felt good didn’t it?" "Mmmhmm." She nodded in response. He bent and blew a stream of hot breath between her legs. "Oh, Jeffrey do something please," she begged. He lay and nestled himself between her thighs, "Hmmm . . . something like this?" he questioned and then flicked the tip of his tongue across her clitoris. The current shot through her so sharply she arched her back, "Yes, oh god yes." Happy with her reaction, Jeff continued his ministrations, every so often thrusting his tongue as deeply inside her as he could. He could feel her body tensing for the coming orgasm and quickened his movements. Hilary clutched the wood beam between her hands tightly and turned her head pressing her open mouth against her arm, muffling the passionate screams as her climax rocked her entire body. Jeff did not let up on the sweet torture his tongue was bringing her until he felt the muscle contractions slow to light twitches. Her breath still came quickly as she turned to meet his eyes, noting the self satisfied grin on his face. "Oh, you’re good, too." She sighed, "Now let me go." He unlocked the cuffs and lay against her as she moved to situate her body against his where it naturally fit. She always marveled at how well they fit together. She remembered her Aunt Myrna telling her a story when she was little about paper dolls. They were cutting the dolls from scrap paper for her to play with. One of the dolls had fallen underneath the table. Hilary remembered picking it up and Myrna telling her to be careful with that particular one because it was special. "Why?" She'd asked. "Because," Myrna had told her, "Whenever two dolls are cut from the same paper, they belong together." She showed Hilary by getting the scrap the dolls had been cut from. "See," she said, placing one doll in it's place. "When you put only one doll back in, the paper still has an empty space in it," she got the other doll and placed it into the paper, "but if you put both dolls together where they belong, they complete this sheet of paper and make it whole again." Hilary smiled as the memory faded. Whenever she thought of her relationship with Jeff and all they had been through, with the denial of feelings for so long, the petty jealousies, one night stands and affairs; and a bomb that nearly ended everything , she thought of those paper dolls. She'd come to realize in the past year that Jeff was cut from the same paper she was and she did need him to be whole. "What are you thinking about?" he asked her, threading his fingers through hers. "Well, I was thinking that I'd like to go visit my Aunt Myrna and pick up a set of paper dolls that she promised to keep for me. He smiled, "What made you think of that now?" She propped herself up on her elbow and leaned over him, "You. Us. A complete set." She kissed him tenderly, "Why did it take nearly losing each other to realize that we are each other?" He slid an arm under her and rolled to cover her, "because we are two stubborn people." He kissed her deeply and moved to gently enter her. The End