C6 After the Sex

Back over at the Pacific Grand Hotel...

The illumination cast off by the flickering flames of the dozens of scented candles spread throughout the Presidential Suite is providing the perfect ambient lighting for their romantic night; while, at the same time, making their sweaty naked bodies seemingly glistening. There's also a fragrantly enticing aroma permeating the air ... an intoxicating infusion of the aforementioned scented candles, rose petals, and aphrodisiac-laden, sexual pheromones which were released by Joslyn and Alyana during their vigorously passionate lovemaking session ... which is complementing the ambiance, as well.

They're lovingly embraced as they snuggle up against each other; occasionally taking a sip or two of the chilled Cristal champagne, but mostly leisurely resting while cradled in each other's arms. Both of them were pretty much exhausted after the orgasmic sex … which is why they're now trying to cool down and rest up from the rapturous exertion ... but they still can't help feeling a sense of desirous attraction while lying there together. Though, they are trying their best to refrain from initiating another sexual session; at least for now. But sometimes the temptation is just too great to resist ... even if only for a brief moment.

Joslyn happens to glance down and notices that Alyana's light pink nipples are still puffed up and swollen. An impish little grin suddenly emerges on her quickly arousing lips...

"Hmm ... looks like somebody wants some more."

There's a sudden wanton shimmering in Alyana's eyes as she coquettishly quips...

"Well; I really shouldn't, but ... maybe just a little?"

Her impish little grin widens as she leans into Alyana's ear and softly whispers...

"Anything for you, baby."

Joslyn leans down further to the breast closest to her and begins to lightly lick on the tip of that nipple; while, at the same time, gently pinches the base of the other nipple between her thumb and middle finger while tenderly stroking the tip with her index finger.

Almost immediately, Alayana can feel the heat rising back up in her crotch; and she starts to subtly squirm while emitting out a few soft moans. And after a minute or two, it turns into a moistened heat; and she starts feeling a slow oozing of warm vaginal juices trickling down her inner thighs. All of a sudden, her body rigidly tenses up as her back arches back in a brusque, snap-like manner. Alyana, acting on an unintentional reflex response, pushes Joslyn away...

"Stop; that's enough, my love! ... Anymore and I'm afraid I'll eat you up."

Alyana sharply rolls over and reaches for her glass of champagne; quickly slurping down a few sips from the flute while using her free hand to fan her heatedly flushed face. Joslyn uses this time to take a few sips of champagne, as well. That impish grin returns, widely stretching across her tingling lips, as she amusingly watches Alyana trying to cool herself down...

"A little excited there; are you?"

Too overwhelmed to even speak, Alyana simply nods as she continues sipping on champagne and fanning herself.

Joslyn maintains that grin while taking another quip sip from her flute; then mischievously quips...

"Yeah ... me too. Let's just stick with cuddling; okay?"

Alyana nods. They place their flutes back on the nightstands, then go back to lovingly embracing one another.

After a few minutes of silence ... while blissfully holding onto each other ... Alyana utters out of the blue...

"I think my father's becoming suspicious of us. I have a feeling he knows that we're more than just friends."

Joslyn grins... "Why ... just because of my great-grandmother?"

A slightly disconcerted expression quickly overtakes Alyana's face; and she tenderly nuzzles her head into the crook of Joslyn's neck, as she beseechingly says...

"My love; please don't let that bother you ... I swear to you upon my eternal life, she was nothing more than a fling to me. At that time in my life, I was more frivolous and impetuous; mostly acting on my impulsive carnal desires, and not my true feelings of love and affection. Believe me when I say that I truly do love you ... that you're the only one who I've ever really loved."

Joslyn tenderly cups Alyana's chin in her hand and gently turns her head up to face her; then gazes into Alyana's imploring eyes...

"I know you do, baby; and you're my only love ... you always have been, and you always will be. Trust me, it doesn't bother me at all … that was all in the past; even before I was born. I'm sorry, I was just teasing you; I shouldn't have said that. Forgive me?"

"No ... there's nothing to forgive; because you didn't do anything wrong." Alyana lowers her head back into the crook of Joslyn's neck. "So, really; it doesn't bother you that I was your great-grandmother's mistress for a short time?"

"Really; it doesn't bother me." Then Joslyn quips, "Now my father; that's a different story. He's always been opposed to our friendship from the beginning ... but I'm sure you knew that already."

Alyana softly chuckles, "Yeah; I kind of had the feeling."

"But honestly ... there is something I was wondering..." a mischievously playful expression emerges upon Joslyn's countenance, as she jocosely goads, "was the reason that you were first attracted to me because I reminded you of my great-grandmother? I mean, everyone tells me that I look just like her ... and, that I also have her unyielding willfulness and aggressive wild side."

There's a brief lull of silence before Alyana hesitantly replies...

"Well ... I'm not going to lie to you; watching you grow up, and seeing the more you were resembling her the older you got ... yes, it's true; that's when I first started becoming sexually attracted to you..."

Alyana becomes momentarily silent, as she affectionately nuzzles her head deeper into the crook of Joslyn's neck; then she goes on to clarify...

"But truthfully, it was your aura and personality that I devotedly fell in love with. Yes, in some ways you do have some of your great-grandmother's traits and behavior ... but you have many more qualities that she was lacking in. And, when it comes down to it, you are your own individual. And it's that individual that I've come to love ... not just because of a physical-sexual attraction ... but more because of the emotional and spiritual affinity I feel towards you, my love."

Alayana briefly pauses before finishing by once again affirming...

"And besides ... like I said before ... what I had with your great-grandmother was more of a fling, and not a true relationship."

Joslyn wraps one of her arms around Alyana's slender waist and hooks her other arm behind Alyana's thighs; then gently lifts Alayana up and sets her down on her lap facing her. Joslyn tenderly rests her forehead against Alyana's and gazes lovingly into her eyes...

"It's fine; you don't need to explain or try to defend yourself, baby. I really don't care why you were attracted to me; I'm just glad that you were. And my great-grandmother has been long dead now; so, whether you were in a true relationship or not at that time is irrelevant ... again, I'm just glad that we're in one now; that's all that matters to me."

Joslyn tenderly takes hold of Alyana's cheeks in her hands and slowly draws her in towards her mouth ... then gives her a long, gentle, passionate kiss. And once done...

"I love you, Aly' ... I love you with all my heart. And I don't care what anybody thinks or says; I want to spend the rest of my life with you, and only you."

Now Alyana has the opportunity to playfully tease Joslyn back, and an impish little grin of her own slowly emerges upon her lips; that are seemingly glistening thanks to the exchanged saliva coating them during their recent passionate kiss...

"I feel the same way about you ... but what about Henry Cavendish?"

A frowning cringe instantly overtakes Joslyn's countenance; with a wrinkling suddenly appearing at the ridge of her nose as her eyebrows furrow into a tautly knitting appearance...

"Way to kill the mood, baby. Why in the world would you even bring up that 'PAN's' name now of all times."

Alyana chuckles as she inquires, "'PAN'?"

"Yeah ... he's a pompous, arrogant, narcissist ... 'PAN'."

Alyana laughs, "Oh, 'PAN'; I get it now. ... But doesn't your father want to set up an arranged marriage for you and that 'PAN'? " Alyana teasingly goads, "Don't tell you're planning on going against your father's wishes and not marry Henry Cavendish just for me; are you?"

Picking up on Alyana's playfully tone, a slight smile appears upon Joslyn's mouth; then she gently grasps hold of Alyana's ears and draws her and wrap her lips around Alyana's to deliver another passionate kiss. After that, she lovingly gazes into Alayana's eyes...

"Baby for you, I would do anything; even go against my father's wishes." She delivers a quick, tender kiss to Alayana's forehead. "But even if we weren't together; there's no way in hell I'd ever marry that 'PAN'."

They both begin to titter ... then suddenly, Joslyn abruptly ceases, and her attention is instantly drawn to the sliding glass doors leading out to the suite's terrace; and a grievously grave expression rapidly overtakes her visage. Immediately noticing the sudden transformation on her lover's face, a concerned Alyana asks...

"What is it? What's wrong, Jos'?"

Joslyn appears to be oblivious to Alyana's presence at the moment, not responding at all to her, keeping her focus on the terrace doors. Suddenly ... Joslyn starts growling under her breath; then leaps up from the bed and charges out onto the terrace. Alayana quickly grabs hold of a couple of the Presidential Suite's complimentary terrycloth robes and hurries out after Joslyn.

By the time she gets out there, Joslyn is leaning up against the terrace's guardrail, intensely scanning the surroundings with a 'thousand-yard stare' look in her eyes. Ayana walks up behind her, and drapes one of the robes over Joslyn's shoulders; then puts the other one herself. She silently watches Joslyn for few minutes before finally inquiring again...

"What the matter, Jos' ... what's going on?"

Joslyn continues to scan the surroundings; but at least this time she responds...

"I'm not sure. I've got strange feeling that something was watching us."

A bewildered expression falls upon Alyana's face...

"Something was watching us? What was it?"

Joslyn remains silent for a moment, continuing looking about, before answering...

"I don't know what it was; but my wolf's instinct is telling me that whatever it is, it isn't friendly."

Alyana wraps her arms under one of Joslyn's, and leans up against her as she nervously looks about...

"Do you think you should call Frederick and ask him to come up here?"

Joslyn seems to become a little more relaxed; and even cracks a small little at Alyana while tenderly stroking her hands...

"There's no need for that; I'll protect you, baby."

Alyana becomes a bit more eased, and smiles as she affectionately rubs her head against Joslyn's shoulder...

"Let's go back inside, my love; I don't want to waste any more time out here. I want to go back to bed and cuddle some more; okay?"

Joslyn displays an even wider smile as she gently pats the side of Alyana's head...

"Sure ... like I said, anything for you, baby."

Joslyn makes one more panning scan of the surroundings, then heads back inside with Alyana; while making sure to lock the sliding glass doors and draw the drapes shut.

Suddenly ... out of nowhere ... that translucently white, seemingly ethereal-like apparition manifests on the terrace. It piercingly glares at the drawn drapes ... appearing as if it's able to look through the heavy material ... with seething, luminous, ghostly sky-blue eyes. There is a malevolently ominous aura emanating from the apparition, as it quietly grumbles a guttural growl.