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Playtime

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"Okay Ron, how is the work on the database coming? Are we on schedule?"

Jim could hear Cat on her conference call. It had started at six this morning. It was now past seven, she was still on the call and he was about to leave for a workout before starting work for the day. Ducking into the office to say goodbye, he didn't notice that the camera sitting on top of the monitor was on.

When Cat realized he was in the room, he heard her say, "Hold on for a minute, guys." As Jim stopped beside her chair, she raised the notepad that had been in her lap up in front of the camera as she turned to say good-bye.

Jim leaned down into a quick kiss, only to hear wolf-whistles coming from her headset as he straightened back up. Cat was blushing furiously as she realized that the notepad was no longer blocking the other conference call members' view of their kiss.

Jim left Cat to restore order to the conference call, a silly grin gracing his face as he heard one of the conference call members saying, "Girl, no wonder you left T.O. - if I had him to wake up to in the morning, I wouldn't be here either!"

Jim stood by the window, gazing out at the city. It was raining. It was a dreary gray Saturday that left him feeling restless. Blair was visiting with Naomi, who was making a quick visit to Cascade on one of her buying trips. Cat was in the office, working yet again.

It has been a long, rough week. Cat and I had barely shared time together, let alone awake, at the same time all week. She was normally up before I was, in a conference call or dealing with other matters from work. It was a long week for me, and by the time I got home, she was normally asleep. This wasn't what we'd agreed to. We said we'd work on spending more time, together instead of losing ourselves in work again.

A plan slowly formed in his mind, a way to get Cat to play hooky from work with him for the day.

Jim stood quietly in the doorway watching Cat work. Finally finding his voice, he asked almost shyly, "Can Kitty-Cat come out to play?"

Cat stopped her work, and slowly turned around. "Who's asking?" she asked with a look of utter bewilderment.

"Jimmy."

Cat glanced quickly at the computer, then back to Jim. He could see he'd piqued her curiosity.

"Take a couple of minutes to finish your thoughts there, and I'll finish getting ready. I'll meet you in the living room in say, 10 minutes?" Jim offered.

"Okay, you're on."

"Cat, are you coming out of that office on your own or do I come in there and escort you out?" he playfully threatened as he put two glasses of wine on the coffee table.

"I'm coming. I'm coming," she replied. Jim could hear the shuffle of paper, and the slight squeaking of the chair. "So…," cocking her head to one side, "what do you have in mind?" she asked as she came out of the office. Her pace slowed as she saw what he'd been up to. He watched as her gaze swept the room taking in the drawn curtains, the lit candles, glasses of wine, the cheese and crackers for him, and the fruit tray (with a little chocolate on the side) for her and the nest-like setting in the middle of the floor in front of the TV.

"I thought we could just relax. Watch a movie."

"Uh… what movie?" she asked cautiously.

"One of your favorites, 'It's A Wonderful Life'. You missed it the last time it was on TV," he reminded her. Taking her hand, he walked her over to the comforter spread out on the living room floor and guided her to a spot among the pillows. Once they were settled in, slipping his arm around her shoulders, Jim pulled her closer to the strains of "Buffalo Gals."

"Aw, why don't you kiss her instead of talking her to death…" the neighbor admonished George Bailey.

Not long into the movie, she repositioned herself so she could be more comfortable, stretched out, and resting her head in crook of her elbow on top a pillow. Jim had followed suit, and was lying behind her with his head propped up so he could see past her. And so he could put the next phase of his plan into play. Play, being the operative word…

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, drawing her scent to him. Casually draping an arm across Cat's waist, he began touching the skin that was revealed as her tank top had risen. He listened for the subtle change in her breathing and heart rate that only he could hear.

Slowly he moved his fingers in a soft caress. Inching higher under her tank top until he had reached his goal. As he had suspected, she wore no bra. He continued his barely there touches until she rocked back slightly to break his concentration.

He grinned and returned his hand to her waist. Her scent was growing stronger. Her skin was slightly warmer to the touch. Her breathing had quickened as he started their game.

Jim waited a bit before beginning again. This time he slipped his hand below the loosely tied waistband of her sweatpants, and under her panties. Her gasp of surprise was his reward.

His touch was light, yet he knew it was enough to make her pulse start to race and breath quickened again. He watched as color started to rise in her cheeks. He didn't have to see her toes curl at his touch - he could feel the contraction of the muscles in her calf against his shin as she hooked a foot around his leg in response.

Cat rocked back again slightly, but to Jim's surprise, she removed his hand from beneath her clothing and rocked forward, getting up on her knees in front of him.

Jim started to worry he'd misinterpreted her reaction to his attentions, and wondered what was coming next. He was surprised when she turned to face him - it wasn't anger he saw. Cat's eyes were dark with passion, and she was trembling.

She reached over and started to unfasten his pants. When he tried to help her, she pushed his hands away. He shifted to allow her to remove his pants and boxers. To his pleasant surprise, Jim realized that the rules of his game had just been rewritten. This is going to be interesting.

After discarding his clothing, Cat sat on her heels, staring at him. With a shiver, he realized the look she was giving him made him think of a feral cat about to play with her prey.

Gathering her hair with one hand, she leaned forward on the other, hovering just above his ankles. Cat gave him a sly look and then opened her mouth, moved closer and began breathing warmly on his skin.

Damn! When did she come up with this?

Then she pursed her lips and blew softly over the same area. Her reward was a shudder, goosebumps and the hairs on his legs standing straight up. She had his complete attention. Using both elbows to support himself, he sat up so he could watch her.

She continued this up the length of his legs, hovering close, teasing him, trying not to touch him. Her warmth so close was driving him crazy. Stray wisps of hair fell about her face and teased his sensitive skin more. Finally she straddled him, and started to unbutton his shirt. Or at least she tried to. Before Jim could help her, she growled in frustration, and tore at the shirt, popping at least two buttons.

"I'll buy you a new one," she muttered, as she impatiently worked on getting the undershirt he was wearing off him, desperately needing to touch the skin underneath.

Her need echoing in his own, Jim pulled Cat closer to him and ran his hands up her sides under the tank top, lifting it quickly over her head. Without further delay, her sweatpants and underwear were dispatched as well. Jim shifted her so he could mirror her kneeling position.

Cat's arms encircled Jim's neck, running her fingers through his hair as she began kissing, sucking and nipping a path from his neck to his shoulder and then blazing a trail down his chest. By the time she reached his nipples, every nip and touch sent chills through him.

Jim began to run one hand lightly down her back, coming to rest in the small of her back drawing her closer. With the other hand, he caught her chin and raised her face to his own to show her he was just as aroused.

His hands slipped lower to help her straddle his lap. She arched her back, Jim accepting the invitation to play with her breasts without hesitation. The feel and the taste of her, Cat's heady musky scent, Jim took it all in. Blair would more than likely have said it was pheromones playing a number on him. It didn't matter to Jim - she was intoxicating.

He slowly worked his way up to her throat, finally capturing her mouth. Jim began teasing her lips with his, tracing her lips with the tip of his tongue. With a whimper, she sought to deepen the kiss to which he quickly complied. Slowly, Cat started to grind against him looking for some relief.

"Enough play for now…" he promised, lifting her slightly to bring them even closer together. His efforts were met with a low soft moan. It wasn't long until their passion consumed them completely.

"Look Daddy, teacher says, every time a bell rings, an angel gets its wings."

"Mmmm. We missed the movie," Jim observed as the cast of the movie sang Auld Lang Syne.

"I guess we'll have to try this again…," she replied, looking at him with a lazy grin from the crook of his arm.

"I guess we just might," Jim answered with a devilish smile. Jim turned on his side and propped himself up with his elbow.

"Why did you wait so long to let me see this side of you?" she asked quietly, running a finger along his jaw line.

"I wasn't sure how well it would be received. I didn't want to be humored, if you weren't interested in that kind of…." He hesitated, unsure of how to finish that sentence. He stared hard at his hand, which still held one of hers, his thumb lazily caressing the back of her hand.

"Play?" Cat finished. "You had doubts, even after I left that 'Dr. A' book out for you?"

He grinned as he remembered the purple-jacketed book left on the coffee table one afternoon not too long ago. The picture of the author on the back cover with a lace brassiere super-imposed over his face like a mask had caught his eye immediately. She had left it open to the chapter on leering sensuously. Then, with a wistful look he answered,"I tried this a couple of times with Carolyn, and it …was not well received."

"Wait… You mean to tell me," she asked with a look of disbelief. "That this is the reason she calls you 'Jimmy'? It's not just because it's a family nickname?"

Jim shrugged. "When did you come up with that…?" Jim needed to change the subject but didn't quite know how to finish the question.

"About the third or fourth time I became aware someone was being more than just a little attentive," she whispered. "I realized you were using your senses to not only enjoy our… time together, but to make sure I did too. I figured your generosity, needed to be returned."

"I would never have thought about it that way," Jim admitted.

"Thank you for that. Though, if you ever start enjoying it too much and forget about me, I'll…," she threatened.

"It will never happen," he promised, pulling her closer again and slowly kissing her. "Now, did Dr. A ever write a book about the Sensuous Dirty Old Woman or was it only that last chapter?" he teased.

Note: The book mentioned in this story written by "Dr. A" is the Sensuous Dirty Old Man. Dr. A was better known as Isaac Asimov and this was a book of humor that came out around the time of "The Sensuous Woman" and "The Happy Hooker." The cover of the book says "Boldly and fiercely, Dr. A. advances the cause of the over-forty male… the old man who knows how." In this story, Jim proves it. <vbeg>