Part 17

I laid my head on his shoulder and rested my leg over his legs while caressing his chest with my fingertips. I lightly scratched my fingernail across a nipple which made him jerk.

“Och, Lassie, what wicked magic are you using?”

“Oh you lucky man,” I whispered as my hand found his manhood, “this kind of magic.” I emphasized as I squeezed and stroked him up and down.

Vince was so hard and so close. He leaned over her and kissed his way to a beautiful pink nipple and sucked on it. He smiled inwardly as she arched her back and called out his name. By the time he lathed his way across her chest to the other treasured nugget she was on her back writhing in ecstasy. Vince smiled and whispered, “You’re not the only one with magic,” as he entered her.

“Vincent! Oh … fuck … me!” I don't know if I said that out loud or not, but in my head I screamed. His mouth on my nipples was like having a personal massager.

“Your scream is my command my fairy pixey,” Vince murmured between his worshiping each nipple.

Ya, I must have screamed out loud. And again, as he sank into me, pulling almost all the way out then slamming back.  

A few minutes later, he rolled off of me and I said, “Magic Man indeed.” I leaned over him, kissing him lightly on the cheek, and said, “I need to, um, I’ll be right back.” I made my way to the bathroom. After relieving myself I found a washcloth and cleaned up. I re rinsed the washcloth and went back to bed and climbed in. Flicking the covers back I straddled his thighs and used the cloth to wipe him clean.

“Fairy Pixey why are you doing that?” He asked, a little surprised, yet truly enjoying the feel of the warmth of the wash cloth and the gentleness of her hand.

“You don’t like it?”

“No. On the contrary, I love it. But why?”

“From my first time on I’ve done it because everything trickles out and everything get sticky.”

“Makes sense, but why for me?”

“Because I want you to be clean. And between the two of us there are a lot of bodily fluids. Besides it is kinda intimate and loving and sexy.”

I finished cleaning and took the wash rag back to the bathroom and climbed back in bed.

“Come here my fairy pixey” He asked, holding out his hand.

I laid down on my back next to him. He was on his side with his arm resting possessively across my stomach, his eyes closed.

“Vince?”

“Hmmm?”

“May I touch them?”

“What? Touch what?” He asked, his eyes opening.

“Your eyelashes.”

He looked at me like I had two heads.

“Please?”

“Sure, I guess.”

I reached up and carefully ran a fingertip across his full eyelashes. They were thick and soft as I thought and wish I had.

“Thank you,” I said

“You’re welcome. Was it everything you thought it would be?”

“And more.” I leaned in for a kiss then rolled to my side scootching back, going in for the spoon.

Part 16

My hands mapped his chest, reveling in his warmth, like a warm blanket on a wintery night. Moving under his button down shirt to his back, I lightly raked my fingernails down his back and he shivered.

“Vincent?” I whispered in his ear, emphasizing it with a nibble on his earlobe.

“Aye?” He moaned quietly.

“Could we go up to the house. If you still want me too. This stool is uncomfortable.”

“Anything my fairy pixey. Go on up while I lock up,” Vince said as he lifted me off the stool and smacked me affectionately on my behind.

I made my way up to the house, practically running up the path. Opening the door and making my way in, I quickly called my Aunt to let her know I was staying. Setting my boots off to the side of the entry way, I tossed my stocking cap on top of them, then snuggled up on the couch in front of the fireplace. I heard the door click, drawing my attention, as his body filled the space, silhouetted by the setting sun.

“Och Lassie,” He said softly, as he walked over to her. Taking her hand he pulled her up from the couch. Lacing his fingers with hers and he guided her to his mountainous bed. Vince turned to face her, his hands lightly cupped her face kissing her. His kiss started out full on her lips, working his tongue inside her mouth, kissing and sucking. He felt her struggle with his clothes but he was caught up with kissing her, so it didn't occur to him to help.Vince grabbed the hem of her over-shirt and pulled it over her head while barely losing lip contact. His hands made their way under her camisole.

I managed to wiggle away from Vince to ask, “Vince, please, take off your shirt. You are too tall for me.”

Vince smiled, stepped back, and pointed to an item on the floor.

I saw a step stool! Well more like small wooden steps.  “Vince,” I exclaimed as I stepped up onto the stool, “I love it. When did you get it?”

“This morning,” He replied with a smile.

I turned on the second step which put my face even with his. I leaned in like I was going to kiss him but reached down and took off his shirt, and said, “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” Then Vince tapped her on the behind, “Up ya go.”

“Up ya go?” I said, as I took off the rest of my clothes, “Up you go? What do you think I am? Some kind of play toy?”

“Yes. Yes I do,” He said smiling, admiration in his eyes as I stood bare naked in front of him.

“And you would be correct Sir,” I replied playfully.

Vince walked over to the fireplace in all his naked glory and said, “I will be right there Lassie. I just want to stoke the fire.”

“You should worry about stoking my fire.”

“Well we will be making our own fire soon sweetheart. Now under the covers.”

“Hhmm, Vince, your bed is awesome. Why do you have such a large bed?” I inquired.

“Thank you. I have nightmares sometimes and I would fall out of bed. With a larger bed I can sleep more in the middle and not fall onto that cold, hard floor." He walked back over to the bed. “Now it’s just the nightmares.”

I flipped the covers back for him. "Well, let's see if your fairy pixey can slay those dragons for you."

 Vincent got strong feeling of warmth inside. He thought it might already be coming true. Getting comfortable, propping himself up against the headboard, he brought her close to him. She fit like a glove. 

Part 15

Vince had dressed in a black kilt, black t-shirt and a purple button down shirt which made his eyes look purple. He had been working in the studio for awhile when he looked down at his watch. He was hoping she would come over. Shrugging his shoulders he picked up his pan pipes and started a new melody he had been working on. Playing his pipes always sounded better up on the cat walk at the top of the lighthouse, so he made his way up. The view of the ocean from up there never ceased to amaze him.

Frustrated that he was falling in love and frustrated that he was up on the cat walk because he wanted to see her. Wanted her to come to his simply because he was playing his songs for her. Right now it was the only way to express his feelings. He wasn’t sure if he was ready to say it yet. His past attempts with relationships were angry and hurtful, but all he knew is Aileen was a healing force in his life. Rounding the curve to the side that faced her aunt's ranch, he finally saw her. Excitement was not the word to describe his feelings. Euphoria maybe.

Vince was in the studio waiting. He thought she would be here by now, he had seen her on the trail. It did not take more than ten minutes to get here. With his brows furrowed, he stepped out of his studio and walked to the gate. Vince could hear this horrible caterwauling and hammering.

“Oh my Darling!” The smacking of a hammer. “Oh my Darling!” The smacking of a hammer. “Oh my Darling, Clementine!”

Aileen knew he was behind her. She could hear the crunch of his footsteps on the slightly rocky ground. It was all I could do not to bust up laughing at my perceived humor. I was a legend in my own mind. I tried to paste a look of nonchalance onto my face to mask my best fairy pixey shenanigans.

Vince had got within about three feet of the atrocious noise she was emitting and was giving her the ‘look’. The kind of look that gave fans of old orgasms. With the ‘look’ in place, he planted his feet a little apart and crossed his arms like he was going to chastise her.

“Aileen,” He said in a deep voice.

I swallowed a laugh as I turned around only to lose my breath. His eyes … rivaled those of Elizabeth Taylor. They looked violet. I was speechless for a moment.

He knew she was under his spell.

“Um .. Ah .. Hi Vince,” I said, trying to pretend I didn’t know he was there and trying to hold in my laughter.

He just looked at her.

“I came here to work on the fence some more,” I said, thinking he may have, for a second, believed her.

“You came here just to work on the fence?” He asked unconvinced.

“Ya ...Oh … wait ...you thought I was here for you?” I quipped, as his eyes almost turned black. There was no holding back the knee slapping laughter that blasted out of my mouth, causing me to bend over to catch my breath so I didn't pass out, all the while thinking knees please don't give out. So, never breaking eye contact, I tossed the hammer on the ground, with the sole purpose of letting him off the hook, and walked up to him, chests touching, by virtue of the twins. As my eyes grew soft With un-professed love, I watched his eyes return back to the deep blue violet color that made my heart swoon. When I saw his nose flare as he smelled my vanilla scent, I had a hunch things would be OK.

Vince turned and walked back to the studio, giving her a temporary cold shoulder, letting her stew for a second. Besides he needed to lock up.

“Vince,” I said, as I walked next to him, practically running trying to keep up, “Did you work on anything new today?” I thought maybe he was really mad when he didn’t answer. “I heard the pan pipes. Sounded new. Soft and pretty.”

He opened the door and let her go in first, following behind her. Vince shut the door, turned and put his hands under her arms, and lifted her up onto a stool up against the wall. His hands guided her legs around his hips as his hands caressed her legs and hips. His lips came down on hers hard. He was urgent one moment then soft and loving the next.

My hands made their way across his chest coming to rest on the back of his neck, lightly grabbing handfuls of his hair to keep his lips within kissing distance. Vince continued his assault of my mouth, his tongue dancing with mine. Ecstasy.

Part 14

Vince woke slowly, stretching, from his fingertips above his head to his tip toes. The smile on his face may just be permanent as he realized she really was his fairy pixey. She was magical to him. That this was the longest he has slept nightmare free was a testament to that. 

He reached out only to find emptiness. Propping himself up he took a look around to find that she was gone. Deep down he knew she would be, but kinda hoped she’d still be there. Looking at his watch, he saw it was around noon. That was unusually long for him to sleep. Well, he wasn’t getting anything done laying around. Aileen was usually done with her chores around four. About an hour later he was showered, dressed, and down in his studio.

Aileen spent some extra time trying to make it up to Joe for her tardiness.

“Ah Joe, wait till you meet him,” I said excitedly, as I continued to brush his shiny, dark bay coat. “You’ll love him as much as I do.”  I set down the brush and grabbed a hoof pick. Bending over, I picked up a hoof and dug out a day's worth of dirt and manure. "He is so handsome. His blue eyes about make me swoon. It is a good thing he has strong arms or I would just big a big puddle of jittery female on the floor. I finished Joe's hooves and stretched my back, stiff from being bent over.

Joe just snorted and kept eating his oats.

“Joe, don’t be too mad. I really didn’t mean to be so late,” I cajoled, as I patted him on the shoulder. Joe turned to me and bumped my shoulder in acquiescence. I gave him one last pat and moved on to the next stall.

I was about done mucking the next stall when I heard footsteps. It was my Aunt.

“Good morning my Darling,” Aunt Eileen said cheerfully as she handed me a cup of coffee.

I wiped my hands off as best I could, took the proffered cup and replied, “Oh thank you Aunt Eileen!” I took a sip and continued, “Good morning to you too.”

“And did you have a good night last night,” She asked cagily.

“Aunt Eileen, I’m sorry I didn’t call,” I said contritely.

“It’s alright sweetheart. I kind of figured that is where you were. So tell me is he a nice man?”

“He was everything and more. He was kind. A gentleman. In one night he erased all the bad in my life.”

Eileen thought she might have to do something extra nice for her neighbor.

“Oh, wait till you meet him. I know you’ll love him. He is a bit quiet. He is older than I am, but I don’t think that is a bad thing. Maybe that is part of why I like him so much. He is more mature than anyone I have been with in the past.”

Eileen loved the look of happiness on her niece’s face. She always tried to hide her problems. To not be a burden. She is a lot like me, Eileen thought with a smile.

Aileen got all her chores done. As she was putting Joe in his paddock she said to him, “Please don’t be mad. Be good for Aunt Eileen. It is important to me Joe. I may be gone overnight again, but I am playing it by ear.” I gave Joe a hug and a treat and went into the house to shower and get cleaned up.

No longer smelling like Joe and more like a baked cookie, with her vanilla scent, I managed to find some semblance of feminine clothing. Leggings, a long sleeve shirt, and a soft flowery dress like shirt matched with her short boots and a stocking cap.

I came up behind my Aunt and gave her a hug. “I am going to take a walk and see if my Knight In Shining Armor is playing his pan pipes or if he is not home. I will call this time if I stay.”

Aunt Eileen hugged her back and said, “Be careful on your walk. If you are late I am going to send Joe after you in the morning.”

I slapped my forehead and exclaimed, “I left Joe out in the paddock. I’ll go put him up.”

“Honey, you go. I’ll take care of Joe. He likes being outside and not cooped up in his stall.”

“OK. Thank you. I’ll just go say goodbye and then be on my way.”

"OK sweetheart.”

I walked to Joe’s enclosure and climbed up on the bottom railing and draped my arms over the top one. “Ah, my best Joe. I am going over to Vince’s. You be good.” With that I fed him a carrot, leaving him munching happily.

Part 13

Vince moved on top of me and entered. Slowly. A little bit at a time. I pulled my legs closer to my ribs allowing him deeper entry.

He tried to move slowly wanting to make it beautiful for her. He placed sweet soft kisses on her closed eyelids moving down the side of her face to a delectable earlobe.

"My fairy pixey you are so hot and wet." And with that he pushed himself in fully eliciting tiny kittenish moans.  "You are a perfect fit for me lassie."

He rhythmically plunged in to the hilt before withdrawing almost completely. I took a moment to open my eyes looking up at his face to find him watching me. I smiled and pulled him down so I could kiss him more. I let my hands wander up his biceps reveling at the strength before caressing his chest, lightly running fingers through his chest hair.

"Ah lassie, I canna wait any longer," Vincent moaned.

Together, we climaxed. It felt so good. Almost like an out of body experience. He came seconds after I did. His whole body going tense. He laid down on top of me for a moment, breathing hard. I wrapped my legs around him holding him in while we both came back down to earth running my hands up and down his back. I squoze my muscles around him.

Vince thought, “Good God, this woman was gonna kill me.” The squeezing was a first for him. No one had done that before. He rolled to his side and pulled her close as he absently caressed her supplementing with a kiss here and there. “Och, my fairy pixey, any more of that and I might not reach old age.”

I started to cry. To me it was so overwhelming, so I tucked my head into his chest and cried quietly. Well, I must have sniffled or something when Vince asked, “Lassie are you OK?” I just shook my head yes and kept my face hidden in his chest.

“Come now,” he said gently pushing me away and onto my back. “Hey, look at me.”

I looked at him with tears in my eyes and a smile on my face.

“Lassie, I dinnae hurt you?” he asked as he wiped a tear from my eye. He put his hand under me chin and lifted my face to meet his eyes

I shook my head no.

“Aileen.” He used my real name. He meant business.

“No, Vince, you did not hurt me. It was so amazing,” I said softly. “It moved me so. It was like making love for the first time.” I took a deep breath, shuddering, and, went on, “My first time was awful. Thank you for being such a beautiful man.” I touched his cheek with my fingertips feeling the light stubble before pulling him to my lips for a kiss.

He kissed me his tongue mingling with mine, and hugging me close.

“Vince,” I whispered.

“Hmmm?” He responded sleepily.

“I need to use the little girls room.”

“OK.”

I moved out of his embrace, crawled across the bed and down. I practically ran to the bathroom the floor was that cold. I’ll have to invest in a pair of slippers. A few minutes later I was back at the bed. I used the bed frame for a toe hold and the head board for a hand hold and hoisted myself up.

There was Vince, snoring, laying on top of the blankets. I spotted a throw blanket at the end of the bed and grabbed it and covered us up. I snuggled close to Vince for added warmth and fell asleep.

Some time later, I awoke to his kisses. Oh my god. He started with my earlobe then moved down the back of my neck to between my shoulder blades. His right hand was caressing my breast. This wonderful man was playing me like one of his guitars. He was rubbing his hard on against my backside.

Vince was hard. He can’t ever recall ever doing it twice in one night, but his fairy pixey was beyond amazing. He believed in all things mystical. That they were meant to be together, there was no doubt.

He entered her from behind, spooning. Her moaning and pushing back was music to his ears. Vince thought she might be close so he reached around and fondled her clit. That did it. It pushed her over the edge. Which pushed him over the edge. He smiled. Happy that he could do that for her. Vince rolled over on his back, breathing hard.

I don’t think I will ever move again. I laid my head on his shoulder, and fell back asleep.

Vince got comfortable, pulled Aileen close, covered them up and fell asleep.

Aileen came awake suddenly. I honestly thought I heard whinnying. I untangled myself and crawled to the end of the bed with as little movement and noise as possible. Looking at my watch I saw it was 6 am. I'm late. Joe is probably pissed. I got down, found all my clothes, and got dressed. I made it to the door without waking Vincent, and walked / jogged back to Aunt Eileen’s.

Part 12

“Och, Lassie, ya feel so good next ta me,” He whispered, "your body fit so well up against mine."

“Vincent, the sound of your voice is so intoxicating, rolling over me like the Scottish mist.”

He was lightly kissing my neck, holding me closely in his arms, when he propped his head up and asked, “Are ya here because of the way I talk?”

I really wasn’t sure if he was upset or not. He had a great poker face.

I propped myself up on an elbow, getting face to face with him, looking into those incredible blue eyes, and said, “Your accent is an incredible turn on. What American girl doesn’t love listening to Sean Connery or Gerard Butler, but that is not why I am here.” I leaned in to give him a kiss for emphasis and said softly, “You had me at pan pipes.”

The smile I received was brilliant, lighting up his whole face. I wrapped my arms around him pulling him down to me as I laid back down on the bed.

Vince was laying half on top of her with one leg bent and insinuated between her legs. He was slowly rubbing his manhood against her leg. He bent down a little and took a nipple into his mouth, sucking. The cooing and moaning coming from her in ecstasy was music to his ears. Her nails were lightly scratching his back as her right hand worked it’s way to his cock. He didn’t think he could be any harder but he felt like he grew another inch.

I was in heaven. It was like we had always been together. They seemed so in sync. My hand stroked him up and down with a varied grip. He was pumping in rhythm with my hand and his breathing was getting more labored. I have no idea how I was concentrating on anything, as he was laving each nipple with his tongue. His mouth hot and moist.

His hand was now touching my mound, stroking my tiny curls before delving between the folds. I heard him whisper, “Baby, you are so hot and wet. I want to fuck you.”

“Vince, I need...” I barely got the words out as I was slowly reaching the edge. The touch of his hand on my inner thigh was heaven as he pushed one leg then the other spreading me wide.

Ah, my fairy pixey was ready and he was beyond ready. He’d be surprised if he lasted longer than a few minutes. But he would try for some control to make it good for her. He caressed her inner thighs gently pushing them apart opening her to him.

He was running his hands up and down my legs with an occasional stop to fondle my clit. I moaned and whimpered. I was reaping the rewards of his violin playing expertise.

“Vince,” I moaned as I kissed him, wrapping an arm around his neck to bring him close, “I need...”

“Ah, Lassie. My beautiful fairy pixey, I want to make love to you,” Vince whispered in my ear.

“Please, yes, Vince,” I answered.”

Part 11

I walked into his home. Invited this time, I chuckled inside to myself, as I remembered the last time I was here, hanging out the window by my foot. Mental note ... buy an Abs Master. 

Bending at the waist, with no ulterior motive in mind, short of sitting on the floor, I untied my boots, took them off and set them just inside the door. “Oh my goodness. This stone floor is cold,” I said, feeling the cold through my socks and walked quickly over to the fireplace.

That was the view he saw. Most magnificent. Had him tongue tied for a sec. 

Clearing his throat, Vince managed to say, “Hang on my fairy pixey, I will get this fire restarted.”

As I watched Vince work on the fire, admiring the naked view of the backs of his legs as he bent to throw a log on the fire, I sat down on the couch drawing my feet up off the cold floor. Because inquiring minds wanted to know, I asked, “Vince, how come you call me your ‘fairy pixey’?”

Vince turned to her making his way over to the couch. He sat down, gathering her feet in his lap, replied, “That was the first thing that popped into my head when I first saw you from the lighthouse. You were down on the beach dancing with Joe. Your short, white blonde hair with the purple and green tips, reminded me of Scottish Thistle."

“Mmmm. I like that.” I moaned, as he lightly massaged them. “Vincent, that feels so good. My feet are stuck in boots all day long.” Sighing some more I managed to say, “With an occasional pony stomping on them.”

Sitting up straight, I blurted, “Oh ya! Speaking of which, do you know who owns that pony I saw the other day?” 

“I dinnae ken. It shows up once in awhile and grazes it’s way across my yard. Just can’t get close enough to pet it," he said still rubbing my feet.

“Well then, my fixing up that lean-to outside will help during bad weather if the pony gets stuck here. Or if I need a place to put Joe.” 

“You didn’t even ask permission,” Vince admonished. The sound of boards slapping together still made him cringe.

“I rarely ask, as you found out with my hanging upside down out your bathroom window,” I said, looking at him with eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Oh, so you think you will be here that often?” Vince replied, his eyebrows raised in question, as his hands started a path up my legs, caressing my calves.

“Well,” I said, as I started to stand up, “I can go ahead and go now," not sure if I was reading him right.

He grabbed my hand and yanked lightly till I was sitting in his lap. “No, my fairy pixey. I caught you fair and square with my music,” he said. 

Vince didn’t smile much, but the soft possessiveness of his eyes melted my insides and kept me there with invisible bonds.

“You did. I knew when the music changed. At first it seemed sad. Melancholy. Then it changed. More romantic, almost happy.” I shifted position so that I was as close as I could get to his torso, giving myself access to his warm lips and his mesmerizing deep blue eyes.

“I was playing what I felt,” He said, as he rubbed his hands up and down her back, slowly, kissing her sporadically. “I thought you were a mirage at first. An actual fairy or pixey. The words 'fairy pixey' ran together and that is what you became to me in my mind.” He emphasized his soft words with tiny kisses to my fingertips, as he brought my hands to his lips.

He set my hands on his shoulders and ran his hands up under my sweater, running his fingers along the waistband of my pants. I could feel the callouses on his fingertips, yet his hands were warm. Gentle and slow. My hands roamed the back of his neck, tangling in his hair where is curled along the back of his neck. I lightly scratched my fingernails right at the nape of his neck eliciting a shiver. I looked into his eyes and if someone could growl in ecstasy without making a sound, it showed in his eyes. I could feel it making me squirm.I looked back up into his blue eyes and saw his knowing smile. I cupped his cheeks and leaned in to kiss his lips, moving to nibble his earlobe eliciting a moan from him.

Vince wanted her. But she was his fairy pixey and he would treat her with all the reverence he could muster. He slowly caressed her while enjoying her tiny soft kisses on his lips and cheeks. The earlobe thing though just about put him over the edge. His hands found the closure to her pants and unbuttoned them, slowly lowering the zipper. He then took the hem of her sweater in both hands and pulled it off. Now he was face to face with the next treasure. Time to pillage.

“Oh Vince,” I said breathlessly, “That feels so good. I feel like you are playing me as lovingly as your violin.” My head fell back as he worked his way to the twins.

“Och Lassie, you’re the only one ever to notice.” Vince unclasped her bra and looked in wonder at the beautiful sight before him. “I bet you could ride me as well as Joe.”

“Well we won’t find out here on the couch,” I whispered. I got up and headed to the bed. It was so tall. I wasn’t sure I could climb up so I took off the rest of my clothes except for my panties.

Vince in the meantime had everything off but his kilt which, I think, he left on to ease my tender sensibilities. “Think you could toss me up?” I asked, “not sure I could climb up.” Vince lifted me up with him following me. “I’m gonna have to get me a step stool,” I laughed.

“Ah, I’m already being replaced,” He said dramatically falling back with his hand over his heart.

“Ha Ha,” I said, “Never.” I paused with a wicked look in my eye and said, “Never the stool, but this bed is gonna give you a run for your money!”

Vince took off his kilt, leaned over me, pressing his warm body to mine. In between kisses he whispered, “Money well spent.”

Part 10

Vince wanted her. He ran his hand through his shaggy hair, feeling aggravated. No, anxious maybe? He grabbed his pan pipes and climbed to the catwalk of the lighthouse and played what he now thought of as her song. It was beginning to comfort him, having played it so often. He chose to ignore the fact that every time he played it she showed up. After about three, four minutes he slowly stopped playing and rubbed his eyes. He thought for a second he saw her coming up over the hill. He looked hard one more time. It was her. He turned and hurried down.

Aileen heard him playing. I started to think he was using the song to call her. I smiled.

He saw her smile as he met her at the gate. He tried not to look as excited as he felt by standing ram rod straight. He was still a bit put out with her interference.

I looked up at him, especially as he was about a foot taller than me. Damn he smelled good. 

“Before we go any further,” I started, his mesmerizing blue eyes muddling my speech abilities, “um, what is your name?”

“Vincent. Vincent McGregor,” He replied quietly, his brogue softer at this point. “What tis your name?” he asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Aileen Mitchell,” I said practically sighing.

“Are you sure it isn’t Troublemaker?”

Not missing a step, I replied, “That would be my middle name.”

He smiled. 

I think that was the first time. Brilliant is was.

“Vince, may I see inside your studio?” As a man of no words, he grabbed my hand and led me inside. “Oh, I am so glad I get to see inside,” I whispered. And just like on TV, it was full of boards with knobs and leavers. And one wall was lined with instruments. 

“It is warmer here than in the house.”

“I pay to have the temperature controlled in here because of the equipment and the instruments.”

“What about the house?”

“The Castle? No. I just live in the front part of the house since I am alone and just heat it with the fireplace. Saves money.”

“Oh,” I said. I couldn’t help myself and picked up a violin or fiddle and a bow. One slow swipe across the strings and it sounded like a cat with it’s tail stuck in a door. I busted up laughing. “Oh my goodness! That would sound great at Halloween.”

Vince took the fiddle and bow from my hands, and said, “Don’t. Touch.”

“You sure you don’t want to teach me to play?” I asked playfully hoping a smile might re appear.

“I don’t think so,” he said absently, as he lovingly put them back in it’s revered place amongst the rest of his instruments. Then he looked at me and said, “But since you are here I want to play a recording I made. Tell me what you think.” He sounded a bit hesitant like maybe he was afraid of what I’d say.

“Of course. I would love to hear it,” I said, sitting down on the edge a chair along the wall. It started with the flute and I recognized the melody right off. I turned to face Vince, who was looking at me, knowing the moment I realized it was the melody he played to call me to him. I closed my eyes a moment then got up and started swaying. I danced to the music. Once it was over I stopped in front of him.

He put his hands on my hips holding me still. His eyes. I could not look away. Before I knew it his hands were under my sweater touching my skin. Slow, tiny gentle caresses stopping short of my bra. It made me shiver. He had backed up to a stool and sat on the edge pulling me between his legs.

My hands had found their way to his chest, moving up slowly, to settle around his neck, re discovering the softness of his thick dark hair. His strong hands were cupping my cheeks pulling me in for a kiss. The Kiss. It was soft and gentle with tiny little pecks. Then becoming a little stronger. Things in the nether region started to feel swollen.

I found my self leaning against him finding it hard to stand. My arms around him now holding on, his arms back under my sweater, roaming up and down my back.

“Oh, Darlin’,” He whispered as he leaned back to look into my face. 

Our eyes locked for a moment. I was drowning in the deep blue that was his eyes. I went back for more of his soft warm lips.

Vince was fast losing control. Pretty soon his kilt wouldn’t hide anything. She was like a drug, he wanted more and more. He tasted her cheek, then her neck. His tongue and lips tasting. She smelled of vanilla and it was driving him crazy.

Vince broke contact and set her away from him far enough he could stand and led her out of the studio. He let go of her hand long enough to lock up the studio like Fort Knox. Then he took hold of her hand again, and the two of them headed to the castle.

Just before opening the door, Vince put his hands on her shoulders, looked down on her visage and asked, “Och, Lassie, are yee sure?”

“I’m sure,” I whispered back. I loved the sound of his voice. His brogue.

He closed his eyes and shuddered, trying for some self control. He turned and opened the door, then stood aside to let her walk in first.

Part 9

“Good morning Aunt Eileen,” I said cheerfully.

“Good morning sweetheart,” she replied. “What are you up to today?”

Munching on some toast, I said, “I was hoping to borrow the Rover and some old lumber I saw out by the stable.”

“How come?”

“There is a lean-to on the neighbor’s property and I thought to fix it up a bit. There’s a loose pony over there and I thought it would be good for it to have a place to go to if needed, and Joe too, since they have become friends.”

“I’m sure Uncle Scott would be OK with that.”

“Sweet. I am going to load up the Rover, drive over and drop off the stuff, and then I’ll bring back the Rover.”

“OK Hun.”

I drove over to the neighbor’s house and unloaded the lumber. I was making noise, but didn’t think anything of it. Unloaded, I drove back to the ranch, dropped off the car and grabbed Joe and rode back.

The planks slapped together when she dropped them off, scaring the shit outta him. He fell off the couch. “What the fuck?!” He exclaimed, as he got up off the floor. Weaving on his feet he wobbled to the door and opened it, looking outside, and not seeing anyone there he shut the door and went back inside.

Maybe a hot shower might make him feel better. He was done and drying off when he heard hammering. And talking!

“Joe,” he heard, “What do you think so far? Do you think the pony will like it?” And if that didn’t beat all, the horse answered back with a whinny! He gave himself a face palm. Good God. What did he do to deserve all this disruption in his life?

By the time he was done getting dressed, he was feeling a bit arrogant and rebellious, and thought that by putting on his sport kilt, thick socks, boots, a white t-shirt and a black button up shirt, which he left open, he accomplished that. Trying to look intimidating, he opened the door and walked out and around the side of the house. She was gone. Took the wind right out of his sails. Good riddance he snorted, and walked down to the studio.

“Whew,” I said to myself from the other side of the house I had snuck to. I had my hand on Joe’s muzzle to help keep him quiet. I wasn’t ready to see him yet today. I got on Joe and rode home on the regular roads. I put Joe in his paddock for now and went in search of my Auntie.

“Hey Aunt Eileen,” I said giving her a hug.

“Sweetheart, what are you up to?”

“Just came to see what was left to do.”

“The three boarder stalls need mucking. They’ve been fed.”

“Okie Dokie,” I said, as I walked off to get started.

A couple hours later I was showered and dressed. A nice sweater, a nice pair of black riding pants, tucked into fluffy socks and a pair of short boots. With a quick spray of my signature scent, I set out, following the path to his house, hoping to spend some time at his studio. Maybe try to clear up any confusion or animosity.

Part 8

Over the next few days Aileen stayed away from the lighthouse, but couldn't stay away from the beach. I started thinking the flute music was for me. I didn’t want to speak to him and stare into those gorgeous blue eyes for fear of gaining another 'Stalker of the Year' title, so I would dance with Joe or by myself. 

I really wanted to think the music was for me and the beach was mystical. He always seemed to know what time of day I went down there. Instinctively, I knew that he was there watching cause the music would change, as if he was orchestrating my dance moves. 

Later on in the week, I didn’t hear any music during my sojourn to the beach, so I thought maybe he was gone. I quickly mounted Joe and rode up to his house and the lighthouse. I dismounted and left Joe to graze. Walking slowly over to the closest window, I looked inside. There was in fact studio recording equipment, but no sounds coming out.

Thinking I could show my thanks by straightening his bachelor pad, becoming top three in the 'Stalker of the Year' race, I crept up to the house which was, it seemed, the size of a small castle. I looked through the only window I could reach. It looked dark and empty.

I tried the door and it opened. Wow, that wouldn’t happen in L.A. I walked in. Stopped. Listened. All quiet. I noticed the only room being used seemed like a living room. There was a couch in front of the fireplace. A really large bed off in a corner. I walked past the bed to look into the bathroom, noticing a small window above the toilet, seemingly the only light source.

Breaking out my inner Goldilocks, I rubbed my hands together and said to myself let’s get started. I thought I would straighten up to show my thanks. There were just a few dirty dishes so I started there, washing those. I picked up dirty clothes and put them by the washer, that was in an alcove at the far end of the kitchen. On my way back through the kitchen I found a broom and dust pan. I made the bed first. It was huge, but gorgeous and soft. Next, I swept the floor and hearth. 

As I was in the bathroom getting ready to clean, I heard a vehicle and panicked. I looked around for an escape route, and spotted the bathroom window, so I decided to try and climb out. Two thirds of the way through, I slipped and the window slammed down on my foot! I ended up upside down. Hanging upside down! By one foot! “Really?!” I whispered.

I tried to reach up to my foot to try to pull myself up, but curse my lack of abdominal strength, I couldn’t. I wonder if they make an Ab Master, like Suzanne Somer’s Thigh Master. All of a sudden there was a pony ripping out grass close by. Where did that pony come from? “Oh Pony! Come here pony. Pal? Spot?” I whispered, waving my hands, trying to coax the pony over in case I could somehow use the pony, but to no avail.

I tried getting Joe’s attention but he was busy getting to know the pony. “Really Joe? This has to be the one time you disobey me?” Ugh, I thought, relaxing a moment, my back against the wall of the house. My mind went to my crazy thought place, mentally tapping my chin, wondering if I should chew my leg off like a coyote in a trap or do enough sit ups to get into the Guinness Book of World Records for 'doing the most sit ups, hanging by one foot from a bathroom window'.

I had been hanging there for a few minutes, my leg and foot starting to get sore, when I heard, “Oh my,” in a man’s voice, full of sarcasm, “it looks like Goldilocks was here.” A few moments later I heard footsteps coming around the corner of the house.

When I saw him, I just started laughing, “Ah ha ha ha!” Putting my hands over my eyes, “A good deed never goes unpunished,” I said, on the verge of hysteria. I thought he might have smiled.

He shook his head and said under his breath, as he walked over, “I guess I can’t leave you there.” He was right next next to me now and said,” Put your hands aroond ma neck.” He got his arms under me to lift me enough to raise the window. He managed to get my foot free.

He held me in his arms maybe a smidge longer than necessary. And my fingers may have ran themselves through the hair on the back of his neck, secretly hoping he would kiss me while I drowned in his amazing blue eyes.

He set me down and backed away a bit and said in his strong Scottish accent, “Guess I will have to start locking ma doors from now on!” He turned from me and started to walk back to the front door, yet again, dismissing me.

“Wait!” I cried out, but he just kept walking. I had to hurry to keep up. “I just wanted to show my thanks for saving me the other day.” I ended up slowing down cause I couldn’t keep up, “But I guess now you’ve saved me twice,” I said softly, my voice peetering out as I stopped walking.

He turned to me grudgingly and said, “You are welcome. G’day.” And with that he was gone. I stood there a moment feeling bereft. I grabbed Joe’s reins and walked home. Feeling sad and dejected.

Vince stood inside his door, leaning up against the door. 

“Damn!" he said out loud.  Twice now his fairy pixey was causing trouble in his life, he thought as he replayed those moments in his mind. I am falling in love with her, he concluded to himself. It was all he could do to not start laughing hysterically, but having her in his arms was perfect. Beautiful. Soft. Wonderful. I dinna want tae let her go, he agonized. Next time he wouldn’t be able to stop. Though, judging by her stray fingers playing in his hair she returned his feelings. The worship in her eyes gave him the impression she wouldn’t stop next time either.

He grabbed a beer from the fridge and sat in front of the fire and brooded. How did this come to be? My life was just fine. Quiet. Stark. Uneventful. A couple beers later he fell asleep on the couch, in front of the fire.

Part 7

Aileen made it back to the ranch. “Joe, did you see him?” I sighed. “His eyes were beautiful. Deep blue. Why is it guys have better lashes than we do? I didn’t even notice the rest of him or anything else, except maybe his strength. Joe, I want to know more, but you know my obsessive stalker ways.” I chuckled at myself as I finished taking care of Joe.

Joe just snorted and continued eating.

Walking and daydreaming are usually not a good combination for me as I actually made it to the main house in one piece.

“Mmmm, Uncle Scott, that smells delicious, as always,” I said as I walked in through the kitchen door.

“Here, sit,” Uncle Scott said, as he set a plate of chicken and potatoes in front of her.

I sat across from my Aunt and waited for Uncle Scott to sit before asking, “Um, so, do you guys know anything about your neighbor?”

Eileen looked at Scott then said, “No, not really. We see him occasionally walking between the house and the lighthouse. Others say he is a musician. He is gone a lot too.”

“What about the lighthouse?”

“All we know is it is part of his land. He takes care of it for the Northern Lighthouse Board and they let him use the other building. But we have never met him,” Aunt Eileen finished.

“Oh, OK. Just curious,” I replied, trying to sound innocent.

“Why, did you run into him?” She asked.

“Um, sort of. I was walking around the lighthouse, exploring. I didn’t know it wasn’t open to the public. There was no sign. But the ground close to the edge of the lighthouse by the cliff side crumbled under my feet and if it wasn’t for him I might have tumbled down the cliff. He caught me by the back of my coat.”

“Darling. I told you to be careful,” She admonished.

“I know, Aunt Eileen. I just didn’t realize I was that close. But yeah, he escorted me out of that small yard in no uncertain terms and then disappeared back inside the small building.” I paused, then said, “He wasn’t very friendly. Maybe he’s just shy.”

“Maybe he is just a loner. A lot of people around here like their privacy. Well, did you say thank you?”

“No. He didn’t give me a chance.”

“Then try to, if you see him again.”

“For sure,” I said. "I am going out to say goodnight to Joe. I will see you guys in the morning." 

"OK, sweetheart. Goodnight," her Aunt replied.

 I went out and said goodnight to Joe and headed off to bed.