"Summer Heat" 
by Souvie
copyright June 2002 


This story is my own original creation. Please do not
claim it as your own.  Reposting is allowed as long as you
give me credit for it.  Comments and feedback are always
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This story features characters from a previous story of
mine "Summer Rain," but it's not necessary to have read the
earlier story to enjoy this one.

Special thanks go to John for proofreading this. *smooch*

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"Summer Heat" 
by Souvie


"Margaret Anne Wilder!"

"Shhhhh, Hank," she scolded, hurrying from the back.
"You'll wake the baby."

"The air conditioner is out."

"I know; I've already put a call in to the repairman." She
reached up, kissing his cheek affectionately.

He held her at arm's length, trying to decide if she had
ulterior motives for the kiss. "You called the repairman?"

"Uh-huh."

"You didn't call Madam Twinkey?"

"No."

"You didn't consult a shaman, burn incense, or try to
channel some obscure weather god?"

She laughed and wrapped her arms around his waist. "No,
none of the above. I decided to let someone else help with
the heat this time."

He breathed a barely perceptible sigh of relief and hugged
her tight. "I'm sorry I suggested you and the baby come
with me. You'd probably have been more comfortable back
home."

He'd been promoted at work, and his company was paying for
him to take two classes at the community college in El
Paso. Instead of commuting the four hours to their home on
the weekend, he'd packed up his family and moved them to
the city for six months. It had seemed like a good idea at
the time.

"Oh pooh," she scoffed, "Don't start that again. I love it
here. I've always secretly wanted to live in a big city,
and now it's like I'm trying it on for size. I'm having a
wonderful time."

"Except for the ninety degree heat and no working
airconditioner," he reminded.

Her laugh was low and dainty. "Yes, well, except for
that." Margaret spun around and lifted her hair off her
neck. "Blow."

"Huh?"

"On the back of my neck. To cool me off." She smiled
impishly over her shoulder. "Please."

Hank leaned down and blew lightly on the back of her neck.
Goosebumps sprung up on her flesh where his cool air
touched her damp skin.

She shivered and moaned lightly, her chin lowering to her
chest.

Hank turned her gently to face him and placed a soft kiss
on her mouth. With a grin hot enough to make the Devil
sigh, he knelt in front of her. 

Grasping her simple cotton dress, he raised the hem until
it was bunched around her waist. Her hands came forward to
anchor the material as he buried his face in the juncture
of her thighs. 

For the next few minutes the sounds of his tender
ministrations mingled with her low moans and breathy sighs.

After the tidal wave of pleasure had receded, she thought
to ask, "Didn't you have class today?"

He stood up, working the kinks out of his knees. "The air
broke, so they let us go early." 

The irony of the situation hit them at the same time, and
they broke into laughter.

The doorbell rang, and they broke apart.

"It could be the repairman," she said.

"So."

Maggie punched him lightly in his arm as she headed for
the door. "Honey, I may be crazy, but I'm not stupid."


THE END