The final installment...

If y'all wanted to really make it an Event, wewe could go back and read from the beginning... since it's been, I don't know... at least a mwaka ago! Wow. Time flies. And I've missed wewe guys...

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    The door swung open and Lisa levitated what felt like three feet out of her skin. Robert glared at them both.
    “Lisa. Hugh. Get your asses out here right now and go home!” Muttering under his breath he walked away, heading for his car. “Making perfectly innocent bystanders park themselves outside of bathrooms, lie to the faces of unsuspecting females in need of facilities, causing drama and strife everywhere they turn, spare me actors, I swear…”
    Hugh took Lisa’s arm and led her out, looking around before allowing her to follow him out of the restroom.
    “We’ll take my car, I think,” he said, opening the door for her.
    “Ha, ha,” alisema Lisa, scowling at him. “Thank you.”
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    Back at the Laurie compound…
    Lisa walked in through the front door, reaching down to remove her heels and looking around at the living room slowly as Hugh closed the door and locked it behind them. The silence of the house descended upon them and she turned, staring for a moment at her co-star, who was looking at her with a very dark, very possessive look in his eyes. Wordlessly she started towards him but as she reached to touch his face he ducked his head, looking down to toe off his shoes and drop his keys on the hook near the door. Letting out a long breath, he tapped a few long fingers rhythmically on the half-wall and continued to avoid her gaze.
    And Lisa was not having that.
    Taking a last, silent step forward, she gently touched Hugh’s face with both hands, her fingers barely grazing the rough skin of his jaw line, her thumb drifting along until it touched his lips and hovered there. Hugh closed his eyes briefly and then met her gaze, lifting his hands to her hips, heat radiating into her skin through the fabric of her clothes. Lisa leaned mbele just a few zaidi inches, breathing in the scent of his skin, feeling his closeness even in the tiniest hairs on her arms, rising up as if electrified and reaching toward him.
    Still no one spoke.
    Hugh traced the contours of Lisa’s side, one hand sliding around to press the back of her waist slightly, bringing her into his embrace, feeling the solid presence of her leg all along his as his lips came within a whisper of her temple… the slightest pressure from the pads of Lisa’s fingers drew his face downward and then she was kissing him—slowly, carefully kissing him, her lips barely moving and her breath coming short. Content to stay there all night, if necessary, Hugh gripped the fabric at her back with one hand while the other moved to utoto the back of her head.
    “I’m supposed to keep wewe awake all night, aren’t I?” He whispered against her lips, trying to reconcile the events of the evening in his head. Lisa broke away from his lips briefly, running her nose down the side of his face gently before nudging at his ear with her tongue, barely touching his earlobe before she answered.
    “All night isn’t really that long from here, Hugh.” Her throaty voice sent immediate reverberations straight down his body. “Surely we can think of something to keep us… busy…”    
    Her thought processes were abruptly interrupted as Hugh finally returned the favor she’d granted him a number of times and came out of nowhere to nip at the skin below her ear, and was promptly rewarded kwa a sound he was quite sure he’d never heard from Lisa before.
    “You like that,” he murmured, and it wasn’t a question. Lisa hooked an arm around his neck, gripping the shoulder on the other side to keep her knees from buckling.
    “Geez… Hugh… that’s not fair…”
    He redoubled his efforts. Still hanging on for dear life with her right hand, Lisa began to set other hand to work at the still-fastened buttons of Hugh’s dress shirt. Finally managing all but the bottom two, she had enough space to slide her left arm in, trailing her fingernails up his spine and reveling in the feel of his skin against her arm as she pressed him close, ducking her head to recapture his lips with her own. A sharp breath hissed out of Hugh’s diaphragm as she cautiously slid her tongue along his lower lip, and she felt his shoulders quake slightly under her arm.
    Was this going to be their downfall?
    “How are we going to keep this a secret?” He whispered, his lips never leaving hers for zaidi than the briefest of seconds. “How am I supposed to be faced with wewe and your… silky gorgeousness…”
    Lisa snorted.
    Hugh pulled back from her and there they stood, Lisa’s arms still along his back underneath his shirt, Hugh’s hand at the back of her head, not allowing her to songesha away.
    “Apologize for that indelicate noise at once.”
    “I can’t. That has to be the cheesiest line ever.”
    “I disagree. It was a brilliant line. I stand kwa it.”
    “Hugh…” Lisa leaned down to kiss his collarbone, left exposed kwa the unbuttoned shirt. “Do we really have to settle all that now? I thought kwa this time wewe would have carried me to your bedroom…”
    “We’re old, Lisa,” Hugh chided her gently even as he gripped her waist tighter and pulled her hips into his. The quick intake of breath from the incredible woman standing before him told Hugh everything he needed to know. Tonight was going to be the end of an era.
    Or the beginning of one.
    Rocking into him, Lisa kissed her way up his throat and then whispered in his ear.
    “All right, fine. If only so we can stop this nonsense and finally—oh…” Hugh’s arm tightened even further, bringing her so close that her leg moved of its own accord around his, opening her stance completely to him and sending a torrential rush… “God help me, Hugh… you’re going to have to carry me at this rate.”
    “We don’t leave this spot until we have a plan,” he alisema through gritted teeth, willing himself to remain still. The flush that had sprung to Lisa’s cheeks was giving him far too accurate an indication of her state of mind. “What are we doing here?”
    Lisa finally took his face in both hands and brought it down to hers, her leg curling still farther around his to anchor him against her body in just that right position…
    “I’ll tell wewe what we’re doing here,” she alisema against his lips, kissing him between every few words. “I am going to make upendo to you… hard.”
    “And—after?” He gasped out, trying to stay on target.
    “Hugh…” Lisa buried her face in the side of his neck. “I have my place. wewe have your place. We will continue to enjoy each other and we will see how things go. We will keep this a secret. That’s all I know right now, but do we really need to know more?” Her eyes were dark and deep and worried as she looked up at him, but Hugh’s gaze was calm and satisfied.
    “That’s exactly what I was thinking. We’re on the same page.”
    “So much so that I can’t seem to walk,” Lisa said, finally stepping back away from him. “You’re going to insist you’re too old to carry me, but how far is your bedroom in this palace of yours?”
    “It’s ok,” Hugh alisema with a wicked glint in his eye as he reached for his closet door. “I’ll give wewe a ride on my Segway.”
    “You—actually have—in your closet—how big is this house?” Lisa gasped between laughs as Hugh gestured for her to precede him onto the platform. Eschewing the traditional forward-facing stance, Lisa turned around as Hugh’s hands gripped the handlebars and traced the lines of his chest thoughtfully just as he began moving.
    “Lisa…” he alisema warningly, narrowly missing an end meza, jedwali as he turned a corner, “you’re playing with moto here, miss…”
    Naturally the answer to that was for her to slide her arms into his shati again, leaning in and darting her tongue out to graze his throat as her fingers traced circles on his shoulder blades.
    “Lisa…” Hugh alisema again, feeling her hips moving slowly side to side as she adjusted her balance, working her way ever closer to him as he attempted to maintain control. “Lisa please, try not to get us both killed?”
    “Hugh—” her breathy tone was barely to his ears before they suddenly came to a crashing stop against a dead end ukuta just past a large door.
    “We’re here,” he said, barely getting the words out before stepping down off the surface of the Segway and immediately reaching for Lisa—who, seeing her chance, stepped off from her place on the platform and into Hugh’s arms, wrapping her legs around his waist. “Whoa—wait—you remember what happened the last time we tried this?”
    “Vaguely,” she said, reaching down and kissing him softly, gently, trying not to send him propelling through his bedroom door. Instead he took a step back to lean against the wall, gripping his own arms under her to hold her steady as she worked her magic, sending him into what had been, until only recently, a thoroughly forbidden zone. “Hugh?”
    “Hold on.” Kissing her one last time, he lowered her softly to the ground and squeezed her close to his side, opening the door. “Before we hurt ourselves…”
    An absolutely huge, cavernous kitanda with dark sheets dominated the center of the room. Lisa wandered in slowly, her toes sinking deeply into the soft carpet. Hearing a small snick as Hugh locked the door behind him, she turned around with her eyebrow up and Hugh shrugged self-consciously.
    “Secret, remember?” He said, walking towards her. “I’m not taking chances.”
    Lisa gave him a knowing smile and backed away, looking around.
    “This room is very you…” she said, reaching down and running her hands along the sheets. “I can easily picture wewe in here. And… in here…” Lisa sank into the mattress, closing her eyes at the feeling of Hugh’s sheets, the softness of his pillows. So large was the kitanda that she barely realized when Hugh walked around to the other side and lay down, moving over until he was inayofuata to her, leaning up on one elbow and looking at her intently.
    “Lisa, wewe can’t go to sleep,” he warned softly, running a finger down her cheek. She opened her eyes and turned a very dark gaze on him, wordlessly informing him that she was, in fact, nowhere near asleep.
    “Sleep is absolutely the last thing on my mind,” she whispered, shifting herself closer on her side and letting her hand rest on his hip. He didn’t move. “Hugh?”
    “I upendo you,” Hugh whispered, and barely caught Lisa’s astonished smile before his eyes drifted closed and he leaned into her embrace, kissing her into silence. After being frozen for a moment from the shock of his admission, Lisa finally sighed into his mouth and tightened her grip on his shoulder, pulling him slightly, falling onto her back. After a brief flurry of legs and arms, Lisa finally managed to pull his shati away from his dress pants and ran her hands up his back, delighting in the shiver that ran completely down his frame as distracted him enough to unpin her leg from under his. As she let it fall to the side and Hugh relaxed into her, she gasped—even still clothed, the reaction from his body on hers, the feeling of it—
    “It’s incredible…” she breathed into his neck, not needing to see his face, knowing that he would understand. The quick, short mbele motion of his hips told her everything—he was here, he was hers, and they had finally made it. Lisa wrapped her foot around his leg, pulling him in further, not sure if she could even stand the time it would take to remove Mindy’s dress, wondering if he could just tear it off of her anyway… And those pants would have to go…
    Hugh lowered his lips to the sensitive skin where her neck met her shoulder and kissed it softly—then suddenly reared back, his hands still sliding around past her hips to hold her against him, and looked around suspiciously.
    “What—”
    “Shh—” Hugh glared at the empty room. “Something’s wrong.”
    “Something’s wrong?” Lisa shifted unconsciously, trying to get a better look at his face, and unintentionally sending another spasm through his body. Hugh breathed out hard, looking down at her, seeing firsthand exactly what he had been dreaming for so long: Lisa, hair strewn about on his pillow, her hands on his back, her legs…
    “You are lying under me, looking absolutely ravished…” he said, dipping his head to kiss her quickly, “and no one is knocking on the door au calling on the telephone au climbing through the window trying to find us out.”
    Their eyes locked, and immediately they both started laughing hysterically, Hugh dropping his head into Lisa’s chest, Lisa freeing one hand from his back to stroke the back of his head as they slowly regained their breath.
    “I mean—” Hugh said, turning his gaze on her again, his eyes slowly moving from amused to aroused, “I really quite don’t know what to do with myself.”
    “I have a few ideas...” Lisa smiled seductively, reaching mbele to take his head in her hands, kissing him softly on the mouth, feeling his entire body respond. “After all, what’s a few secrets between friends?”








The end.