Brewing Up A Storm

"Yes he does but you know darn fine that I'm not worried about him. I couldn't ask for a finer animal to ride," she said closing her eyes.

As he stopped the transporter at a stop sign, he looked over at her and marvelled at how well she'd matured as a woman since he'd first met her. She was truly beautiful, her mascara making her eyelashes longer and thick. Her eyebrows arched and framing her eyes perfectly. Her lipstick contrasting with the black velvet of her riding hat.

As they drove, she closed her eyes feeling tired from the long morning getting the horse ready for the show. All that grooming and preparing Storm for this first show together. Then she felt John's hand wedged between her legs and squeezing her thighs.

"Hey you," she said laughing, "have you got sex on the brain?"

"No not really, I just needed to keep my hand warm and remind myself you're all mine," he said laughing.

"You're daft. You saw last night that I'm yours and it was wonderful," she replied remembering their passionate lovemaking the night before.

"I know but it's still hard to believe. I sometimes wake up at night and pinch myself that I'm not dreaming when we're in bed together," he said.

"Well that's funny," she said, "because I sometimes wake up and just watch you sleeping."

"Do I snore?" He asked.

"No," she replied, "you don't snore but you talk in your sleep."

"Do I?" He asked, "what do I say?"

"Oh Elaine I love you," she smiled and then laughed hard.

He joined in with her infectious laughter and he carried on the mirth, "well you snore like a trooper."

"I do not," she protested.

"Well you snore like a fairy then?"

"That's better and how does a fairy snore?" She asked conscious that the showground was approaching quickly.

"That's just it, fairies don't snore," he said laughing. The simple conversation had helped to calm her anxiety and John noticed her concern as they turned in.