Goldilocks

April 20th, 12:16 am

“Alright, that’s ENOUGH! I’m not going to listen to you two anymore. I’m going somewhere else to sleep.” With that, Trixie stormed out of Honey’s bedroom, slamming the door behind her. On the other side, she could hear Honey and Diana erupt into a fit of giggles.

Ooh, sometimes those two really annoy me, Trixie thought as she stared down the long, wide hallway. So, which of the dozens of guest rooms should I choose?

She stopped to think for a moment, even took a step in the direction of the guest rooms, but then her eyes strayed to the room across the hall.

Well, it’s not like Jim’s here. What’s the big deal if I spend the night in his room? Looking around, Trixie cautiously opened the door and stepped inside Jim’s room. After turning on the light, she smiled as she closed the door behind her back. The room was so… so… Jim.

Even though Jim was only here during breaks from college, the room was spotless and completely organized, even obsessively organized, Trixie thought fondly. The bookshelves were arranged alphabetically, other than the new bookshelf that was organized by college semester. She knew if she looked in the closet, his shirts and slacks would all be hanging neatly, all facing the same direction and organized by color and pattern.

She breathed in deeply as she looked around. To her mind, even though he hadn’t been home for three weeks, the room smelled like Jim. Outdoorsy and masculine.

It felt somewhat naughty, but she slipped into his bed and snuggled down into the fluffy pillows. Reaching over, she turned off the lamp on the nightstand and quickly went to sleep, dreaming of Jim.

For his part, Jim was also dreaming—dreaming about seeing Trixie this weekend. After his weekend plans were canceled at the last minute, he decided to surprise his family and his girlfriend by heading home for the weekend. As he drove, he decided this would be the last semester that he overloaded his schedule. Having taken way too many credits in an effort to finish up his double major as early as possible, he was struggling with these much harder and more work intensive higher level courses. It was almost impossible to keep up with the work and even harder to find time to sleep. Besides, thinking of blond curls and sapphire blue eyes, he was realizing that although his education was his top priority, it wasn’t everything.

So even though he really should have stayed at school and caught up on things, he was driving home to spend time with Trixie. Sleep could wait.

He fought to stay awake while he drove home through the early hours of the morning, switching between worry over his classmate’s mother and happiness over his own good fortune. He was concerned for Jeff’s mother, although Jeff had called and said her accident hadn’t been too bad. And thankfully the two men had been nearly finished with their group project before the phone call came. But mainly, he couldn’t stop from being elated that he’d get to see his girlfriend after a long three weeks apart.

I can’t wait to see her… to hold her… to be alone with her. Although maybe it’s a bad idea to be alone with her. It’s so hard to control myself when we’re together. She’s just so… energetic.

Jim smiled to himself. Yes, energetic is the best description. Or maybe enthusiastic. Definitely enthusiastic. I wonder what she’ll be like when we… Okay, Frayne, don’t go there. Do not think about that.

Jim deliberately turned up the radio and tried to concentrate on the lyrics. After recognizing the melody, he changed the station. Somehow he didn’t think Nelly’s “Hot in Herre” would do a good job of calming him down. However, Aerosmith’s “Love in an Elevator” didn’t seem much better. After flipping through Marvin Gaye’s“Sexual Healing” and Faith Hill and Tim McGraw’s “Let’s Make Love”, he decided that perhaps it would be safer to just turn off the radio.

Twenty minutes later, as he turned onto his driveway, he couldn’t help but look over at Crabapple Farm, specifically one particular window. He imagined her snuggled up in bed and once again smiled at the thought of surprising her tomorrow.

In the meantime, he grabbed his bags and quietly crept into the Manor House and up the stairs. Before entering his room, he paused a moment, hoping that he had not disturbed any of the inhabitants. Hearing only silence, he opened and then quickly shut his bedroom door.

Thoroughly exhausted, he didn’t even bother turning on the light as he took off his shirt and jeans and folded them over his desk chair. He was too tired to even bother brushing his teeth. Looking forward to collapsing in bed, he headed towards comfort.

Oh… my… God.

There was Trixie, in his bed, lying in a beam of moonlight, a dreamy expression on her beautiful face and a mass of blond curls spread across his pillow. On his pillow. Jim blinked a couple of times to make sure he wasn’t imagining her.

Oh God, how I’d love to come home to this every night. And to make love to her every night… but wait, that can’t happen tonight. In fact, I shouldn’t be here at all. I should go. Yes, that’s what I should do. I should turn around right now and leave. Find a guest room. Yup, that’s what I should do. Right now. I should leave. Now.

Jim desperately tried to talk himself into a quick exit as other, more tempting images came to mind. Finally managing to convince himself that leaving was the proper thing to do, he turned around and reached for the doorknob.

And locked it.

Jim stared at the door for a couple of seconds as he tried to figure out how that had happened. Turning around, he went into full rationalization mode.

Well, I guess sharing a bed for a bit would be okay. After all, Trixie and I have set our limits, right? Besides, how often will we ever get a chance to be alone like this?

He considered putting back on his clothes, but decided that they’d seen each in other in as little while swimming, after all. Walking quietly over to the bed, he slid in between the sheets next to his sleeping girlfriend. Putting his arms around Trixie, he kissed her gently.

A startled Trixie quickly woke up.

“What are you doing here?” she whispered.

“Shouldn’t I be asking you that question, Goldilocks?” Jim said, as he pressed his lips against hers, effectively preventing Trixie from answering.

In the far reaches of her mind, warning bells were quietly ringing. But for now, Trixie was greatly enjoying waking up to kisses and a warm Jim.

After a few minutes, he broke off the kiss in order to catch his breath.

“Seriously, Trixie, what are you doing in my bed? Not that I’m complaining,” he added with a grin.

“Oh, Diana and I are spending the night with Honey, but they were irritating me so much that I finally had to leave.”

Jim laughed. “How’d they manage to irritate you that much?”

“They kept talking all about how their boyfriends --- who happen to be my brothers --- are such wonderful kissers. I tell you, I don’t need to know that kind of information about my brothers. And then Honey kept complaining when I mentioned anything about her brother. I finally got tired of it and left.”

“And what were you saying about Honey’s brother?” he teased.

Trixie smiled coyly. “I said you were a fantastic, incredible kisser. In fact…” She fisted a hand through his hair and pulled his lips down to hers.

When Trixie put her arms around him, she noticed that Jim was not wearing a shirt. The bells going off in her head got louder when she realized he also wasn’t wearing pants, but they quieted down a bit when she could feel that he did have on his boxer shorts.

Well, it's really no different than a swimsuit, right? she thought to herself. Although it would look bad if someone came in.

Pushing away, she asked, “Um, Jim, is this a good idea?”

“It seems like a fantastic one to me, why?” Jim murmured as he ran his lips down her neck.

“What if someone catches us?”

“Don’t worry,” Jim said as he moved over to the other side of her throat. “I locked the door.”

“You did?” Trixie asked, surprised. “Good thinking.”

Once again, Jim pressed his lips to Trixie’s, this time pressing his body against hers as well as he rolled on top of her. That created a myriad of sensations to course throughout Trixie; excitement and enjoyment from the intimacy, pleasure that their kissing was obviously having an effect on Jim, and just in the back of her mind, the sound of those warning bells. However, the other emotions totally overrode any concerns Trixie had, and she threw herself into the moment.

A few pleasurable minutes later, Trixie expected Jim to take a break to let them catch their breath, which had typically been his pattern. However, this time, he didn’t. In fact, he didn’t seem to show any signs of wanting to stop or even slow down.

But he was definitely showing signs of wanting. From the quick breathing, the restless hands, to the… well, the hard proof of his excitement, Trixie knew without a doubt that Jim was enjoying himself.

As was she. She had to struggle to even try to think straight and not just be overwhelmed by the incredible feelings of pleasure that Jim’s mouth, Jim’s hands were bringing to her. I was right, she thought to herself, Jim can definitely do everything well that is worth doing. But Moms was right also. Obviously there are limits to Jim’s honorableness.

After a few more minutes, Trixie realized that it was going to be up to her to put a halt to their actions. Especially when the hand that had been wandering about under her pajama top began unbuttoning it.

A gentle nudge to his shoulder seemed to have no effect. A less gentle nudge seemed to work better and Jim finally pulled away and stared down at her with glazed eyes, breathing heavily. He rested his head on her shoulder and desperately attempted to catch his breath.

“Damn, Trixie,” he finally managed.

“Umm… Jim, perhaps this isn’t such a good idea.”

“You’re probably right, although there’s a part of me that still thinks it’s an excellent idea,” Jim replied.

“Yes, and I bet I can guess which part of you thinks that,” Trixie said, arching her hips.

Jim laughed as he rolled of her and onto his back. “Yeah, I guess that’s a bit obvious, right?” He sighed heavily. “I’m really sorry, Trixie, we probably went a bit too far this time.”

“That’s okay, Jim. Sometimes it’s nice to see you lose your control a bit.” She rolled over, resting her head on his chest.

“Well, at least one of us was in control,” he said, running his hand through her curls as he stared at the ceiling, enjoying the feel of her hair on his bare chest.

“Barely,” Trixie admitted. “And I’m thinking being alone together in bed might be a bad idea, at least if we plan on waiting until I’m eighteen.”

“Which we are, right?” Jim asked.

Trixie laughed, recognizing his effort to make his voice sound casual. She sat up a little, resting on her elbow and looking him in the eyes.

“That’s the plan, James. And it’s only one more year away. You can wait that long, right?”

“Well, to quote you, there are times I think I might die first, but yes, hopefully I’ll manage it. And it’s more than a year, Trix.”

“What, a year and ten days then,” Trixie laughed.

“Hey, that’s ten more days where I have to struggle against touching you, struggle against thinking about what it will be like to finally not have to stop,” Jim said, rolling towards her.

Trixie had to swallow as she saw the intense look in Jim’s green eyes. She could feel the entire atmosphere in the room change, the heat in the room becoming almost oppressive.

Jim shook his head, breaking the mood. “Okay, I definitely think I should leave. Before we really do something we’ll regret.” He started to roll over and out from the covers.

“Jim,” Trixie said, grabbing his arm and stopping him. “Look, even if we do go farther or faster than we’ve originally planned, I promise you I’ll never regret anything we do.”

Jim stared at her, then threaded his hand through her hair and pulled her to him for a slow, soft kiss.

“That might be true, sweetheart, but I know you'd like to take things slowly, and well, when I’ve had more sleep and am thinking straight, that’s what I want as well. And I definitely want our first time to be something special that we both want and have planned for, and not just a time when we can’t control ourselves any longer.”

“Me too,” Trixie said softly.

“Which means I better get out of this bed, and into my clothes and into another room. But God, I can’t wait until I can always come home and find you in my bed, Goldilocks.” He gave her a quick, hard kiss and rolled out of bed, heading over to the desk and grabbing his clothes.

Trixie couldn’t stop herself from staring at him as he stepped into his pants, the moonlight through the window providing enough light to let her enjoy the view. Whoa, does he have a nice butt. She barely refrained from sighing out loud when he put on his shirt, showing off rippling back muscles. Too bad he’s putting on clothes and not taking them off.

“Anyway, Trix…” he broke off when he caught her staring as he turned around. “Don’t look at me like that, Trixie,” he said roughly. “It’s hard enough leaving this room, don’t tempt me like that.”

Trixie blinked and tried to clear the lust from her eyes. “Oops, sorry about that. Just was... well, enjoying the view.”

Jim breathed out heavily and ran his hands through his hair before coming over and sitting on the edge of the bed. “Thanks, I guess. Anyway, I think tomorrow I’ll tell everyone that I came into the room, saw you were sleeping here, and decided to sleep in another guest room. It’s the truth, right? I’m just skipping over a bit.”

Trixie smiled and placed her hand on his arm. “You know, I think maybe I’m a bad influence on you, Jim. You used to be so honorable.”

“Oh yeah, Trix, you are definitely a bad influence on...” He broke off when Trixie leaned in and kissed him with a burst of enthusiasm. “Trixie,” he admonished, murmuring against her lips, even as he pushed her back on the bed.

Trixie started to worry until she realized that this time, Jim was in more control. In fact, he obviously wanted control of her as well as he slid her arms above her head and trapped her wrists with one hand, snaking the other back up her shirt. She struggled a bit, mainly trying to free her arms so that she could run her hands over him as well. But Jim released her and sat back up, once again struggling to breathe normally.

“Sorry, Jim,” Trixie said. “That was my fault this time.”

“It’s no one’s fault, Trixie. I think it’s just what happens when you and I are alone together.” He took a deep breath. “Anyway, I’m really going to go now. And no tempting me, young lady.”

“Who me?” Trixie said, giving Jim her best angelic look, her curls falling forward as she batted her eyelids at him. She shrugged innocently, causing her still partially unbuttoned shirt to droop over one shoulder.

“Trixie…” Jim moaned.

Trixie bit her bottom lip. “I’m sorry, Jim. I just can’t believe sometimes that you really want me that much.”

Jim choked off a laugh. “Oh, I definitely want you. I love you.”

Trixie melted. “I love you too, Jim. Incredibly so.” They stared at each other again.

“Okay, I am leaving,” Jim said firmly, giving Trixie one last hard kiss before grabbing his stuff. With one last glance back, he quietly opened the door and snuck out into the hall.

Trixie stared at the closed door for a while and then finally flopped back on the bed, staring at the ceiling as she replayed everything that had happened that night. She smiled to herself as she realized that she, Trixie Belden, could make James Winthrop Frayne II, Mr. Honorable himself, lose control.

It was, she realized, a damned powerful feeling.