The trail ended in front of a cabin. It was tiny and set in the middle of a clearing. There was a barbeque pit in front of it and a couple of wicker chairs. There was also a bicycle leaning against a tree that had a bird house on it! The whole setting was so picturesque that she stood gaping there for quite sometimes till a pair of strong arms circled her from behind.
"It looks even better in the evenings." Feanor murmured in her ears. The heat of him seared her senses and involuntarily she leaned into him. She loved the feeling and blushed to think how quickly she was becoming addicted to this.
Feanor tightened his arms around her to draw her closer. "Why the blush?"
Oh, he had noticed, she blushed even harder. "Where are we?"
"My place. Do you like it?" he asked.
His place? Just as she had thought. But why was she here?
"I love the cabin and the bedroom, haven't seen anything else."
"Oh yes, I will give you a tour later. But first, we need to do something about your clothes."
"My clothes?" she asked, a little bemused.
"Yes, you are still in last night's attire. And though, to be honest, I love that dress, but still we can't spend the entire today in the same clothes, can we?"
Her heart leapt. They were going to spend the entire day today together? And just as quickly she remembered what she had meant to ask him. She moved out of the circle of his arms and faced him.
"But why am I? I mean, why am I in last night's clothes?" she frowned.
He elevated a brow, eyes sparkling mischievously. The expression made him look so adorable and sexy at the same time that her knees wobbled. "You preferred if I took them off? I can do it now, if the lady wants." With a devilish glint he advanced on her a step. She stepped back, a frisson of forbidden pleasure crawling up her spine. Though she knew he was joking, a part of her mind wanted him to make it real. Her eyes darkened and suddenly her body was yearning to touch his.
He saw her response and responded to it, completely involuntarily. In one fluid movement, he stepped forward, took her in his arms and set his lips on hers. The kiss was nothing like the one in the morning. It was passionate and full of sexual promise. She lost herself in it as much as he did. Keeping a firm hold on her, he sank into one of the chairs and kissed her breathless. After a long, long time, they came up breathless, both red in the face.
He drew a light finger on her kiss softened mouth and murmured, "I have been dying to do that since forever. What are you doing to me, you witch?" And seeming incapable of stopping himself, he kissed her again.
This time, as she came up for breath, "Exactly what you are doing to me." Her heart was thumping madly. What she was feeling was amazing. She had had her share of kisses and some very passionate ones too, but had never, ever felt this way with anyone. He was like an aphrodisiac. The moment she came near him, she couldn't help himself. She was completely lost.
He gently disengaged her arms from where it tangled in his hair. "You fell asleep last night in the car within five minutes. And you forgot to give me the exact address of your hotel. Well, of course, I forgot to ask too. I tried waking you up but you looked so tired that I didn't have the heart to. So I brought you here."
"Oh." She didn't know how to respond. Falling asleep in a stranger's car, it was not a sensible thing to do. But, he didn't feel like a stranger. He felt, close.
"Oh." She said again. Imogen, she needed to call Imogen. "F-feanor." His name, used for the first time in his presence, felt strange. "I need to call my friend, Imogen. To let her know where I am. She will be worried."
He silently extended his mobile phone to her. She took it and walked away a little to make the call in private.
Imogen indeed sounded panicky. "Where the hell have you been? I have been calling you since last night. Where is your phone? And where are you exactly?"
"Calm down Imogen. I am with Feanor." Idril faltered at the last word.
Imogen's hysterics stopped at once. "You are with Feanor? Feanor Frazier?"
"Yes, Imogen. How many other Feanors do we know?"
"You were with him all night?" she demanded to know.
"Well." Idril blushed to the roots of her hair. "Yes, but it was nothing like that. We just, talked a little, and I fell asleep. That's why I couldn't call you."
"Fell asleep? Fell asleep where? Idril, where exactly are you now?"