Dancing on Ice Fanfiction

Thanks for the idea for this Rachel :P We'll keep our little secret too shall we?;) 

Disclaimer: I do not own anyone in this fic blah blah blah the usual ;) This does contain 'mature themes' let's say, so please don't read if you're going to be offended by this. Just a quick one shot! 

Rating: 15 I think.... 

Enjoy! 

“Eres muy sexy…” Chris panted under his breath as he seduced me, I think it was spanish he was speaking… maybe it was italian. We  had been lying on the bed watching a movie, and apparently lying closely next to me was simply not good enough, he needed to be connected with me, and who was I too complain? He shifted his position almost lying on top of me, gently spooning me. Being it the middle of summer, the temperatures were boiling, especially in the middle of America, at Chris’s (very posh if you ask me) place. The bedroom was huge and much better than ours in England… the bed was huge. More room to do… things. You know what I mean. 

“I love it when you speak like that…” I flirted back, throwing him my most flirtatious smile, to which he replied.

“Tienes una sonrisa muy Hermosa…” and leant in for the most passionate kiss….Chris is an excellent kisser. I deepened the kiss, parting his lips by slowly pushing my tongue against them. Almost immediately his lips sprung apart and our tongues were soon lost… lost in each other.

“You haven’t left a lot to the imagination today have you…” I guess he didn’t know how to say that bit in his sexy language. I didn’t know what he was saying half the time, not that it mattered, just the sound of the words rolling out of his mouth was enough to turn on any woman. I remember the first time I heard it, and boy did he keep that one a secret, all those years and I’d never heard him utter a word that wasn’t English, unless you count when he came back over from America with his surprisingly sexy American accent… but he was still speaking English. I’ll never know how other nations can find British accents seducing… just no. Spanish, Italin, French… they all do it for me.

As for not leaving much for the imagination – I was pretty surprised we’d got as far into the movie as we did before Chris couldn’t resist the temptation to rip my clothes off me, must be some kind of record… I just threw on some red bikini bottoms and the matching strapless top, probably the skimpiest I own, not going to lie. And over that just an incredibly sheer baggy blouse… that well – showed everything. I could see Chris’s eyes were  clearly not looking at my face when he was speaking to me, I gave in reminding him where my eyes were a while back.

“You’ve seen everything enough times already, you know what’s there…” I replied, kissing him quite vigorously back. I could feel his hands starting to become a little clammy in contact with my warm skin as he ran his hands up and down my back, but it didn’t bother me much. It was around 40 C outside and the sun was streaming brightly in through the full length window. No need to close it, the view just took them out to the huge garden, complete with a pool that definitely got it’s money’s worth of use when Karen was there.

“Karen, te deso…” his voice was simply a harsh whisper now, I think that means he wants me…  Chris moved his kissing to down my neck, he sucked hard there, before moving down to my collar bone where he also left a few marks. To me they were scars of love, nothing to be ashamed of. Except when you’re on tv, and don’t want the whole of the nation how your sex life is going…

“Te quiero con todo mi Corazon... eres la persona mas maravillosa del mundo…” his tongue seemed to roll around the words with ease, I wish he’d teach me…or was it only sexy when men spoke a mysterious sexy sounding language? I’d thought about learning something loads before… I just didn’t want to make a fool of myself, how do I know if it sounds ok? Or does everyone just sound that fantastically sexy and automatically become ten times hotter when they speak another language? Who knows… maybe I should just leave that to Chris.

“Te turnura me encanta,” it just kept coming. Every foreign sentence that came out of his mouth made me more and more attracted to him, it was like a magic power. If only I’d noticed this sooner. I’d always had a secret fantasy to fall in love with a handsome guy from another country – a strange land, ever since I was a teenager. Who needed that when you have a born British ice skater you’ve known all your life, sometimes with an American accent and can just blurt out the sexiest spanish lines with a perfect spanish accent?

“Mrs Dean me encantas…” I love the accent he puts on Mrs Dean…I know what that one means as well, I thought as I kissed his neck as his mouth continued to explore my body, which was shockingly still clothed – maybe he was dragging it out because I didn’t have so many layers on. I could do with ripping off his shirt soon though… those muscles bulging through the sleeves…

“Chris I love you more than anything in the world…” I blurted out, suddenly realising I’d not said anything for at least 10 minutes, the spanish was too enticing. “Just don’t stop talking… in spanish that is…”

“Me apasionas, Karen,” he said, his voice was now almost, husky… that was it. The shirt was coming off. I smiled sweetly flashing my teeth, and let out a giggle. While his hands seemed to like exploring the fabric of my oversized top, my hands couldn’t wait to explore his tanned torso. I literally ripped the shirt from his body, oops… the seam came a part a little. What did it matter? It was only my favourite shirt… it was white, made his tan stand out… his arms bulged, as did his chest. A bead of sweat trickled down his neck, I just simply kissed it away. Like I said, the spanish just made me far more attracted to him than usual.

“Chris…” I groaned, earning for more. I could feel him pressing against my thigh, and I urged to just be lying naked together… soon I was lying in my daring red bikini, Chris almost naked too. Neither of us could wait much longer.

“Tu eres mi princesa, nena…” this one I knew.

“Y tu eres mi principe…”

“Eres Linda y estoy enamorado…” Chris declared, pulling the bikini top from my body and flinging it over to the other end of the bed.  I longed to pull his pants down and fling those too, I wanted him.

“Quiero estar contigo para siempre,” he said, tugging gently at the bikini bottoms, they joined the top at the bottom of the bed.

“Chris te necisto…”

“Oooh you’re learning aren’t you…” Chris said laughing, I hoped I hadn’t sounded stupid, I guessed by his response I’d said the right thing, god that could’ve been awkward couldn’t it?  “Te adoro, my amor… eres muy sexy.” I wished the spanish would never stop – ever.

“Chris I just need you now…” I feared my kissing was getting desperate, I breathed hard, beads of sweat forming on my forehead, it was hot enough already without things heating up like this… not that I minded. Chris obviously didn’t either, he dived right in.  

“Hace calor aqui o eres tu el que esta caliente?” he almost laughed between speaking and kissing and pleasuring. That was the first phrase he’d ever said to me in spanish, on our first date. ‘is it hot in here, or is it just you?’ I loved that line, and the words themselves were just so…. Nice, I guess.

“besame…” as requested, I kissed him harder, with more passion, more passion than ever… before answering, “je suis…” not realising what I was saying.

“Karen…”

“Hm?”

“Never mind…” he told me later I was speaking French instead of spanish… but he never stopped the spanish, the sexy, sultry spanish. I just gave in, I really should just stick to bog standard English. Much easier.

Chris was officially the most amazing, marvellous, sexy man I ‘ve ever been with… the languages aside. Or maybe not, the spanish is one of my favourite features… but he’s amazing. Words can hardly describe.

“Chris, the spanish… keep talking… please…” I practically begged, but it was so soothing, I loved it. Our hands were very busy, wondering each other’s bodies, a little roughly I might say.

“Eres guapa… me vuelves loco.” It was almost heart melting, that language. It made everything much more exciting in that department… stomach butterflies were also involved… and tingling sensations, but in a good sense. A very good sense. I wondered if he’d ever run out of things to say to me in spanish… well for all I know he could have a while back and he just repeats everything over and over, I probably wouldn’t notice… that’s how enticing it really is.

“Tu sonrisa es bonita…”

a while later

“Chris you are bloody amazing…” I blurted, as we lay next to each other, completely out of breath, but having had yet another wonderful experience, the spanish must have influenced that I’m sure.

“Why thank you princess… you are too,” he leant over and kissed me again, much more gentler than before, but it still sent sensational tingles through my body. We were now laid in the middle of the bed with just the thin sheet pulled over us, not quite  sure why – it was boiling, and that certainly wasn’t cooling us down at all.

“Can we go in the pool…?”

“Of course, if that’s what you want to do… por supuesto…” his voice just seemed much more masculine, romantic, all those wonderful things when he spoke spanish… and with that he rolled off the bed, lifted me off the bed and carried me out the patio door, gently tossing me into the pool, which was freezing. Squealing, I surfaced just in time to see Chris bombing in beside me, which believe me is quite a sight, neither of us bothered with clothes…

“I love you Karen… this is the most fun I’ve had in so long,” he said, to be honest I was a tad disappointed the spanish seemed to be reserved for the bedroom only, but at least I knew what he was saying now. He grabbed his hands around my waist, locking our bodies together, kissing me passionately again. He left me to deepen it and take it further, without thinking I forced my tongue into his mouth…

a whole lot of splashing and water dripping everywhere later we were back in the bedroom, I grabbed my blouse and put it over my head, not bothering with anything underneath it. We had total privacy, what was the point in covering everything up? I just didn’t want to get too much burnt in the blazing sun. Chris pulled on his boxers and joined me sitting on the side of the pool, dangling our feet in and sitting hand in hand.

“Will you rub some cream in my back honey?” I asked seductively, walking back into the bedroom, pulling on the bikini bottoms this time and taking off the top again, lying down on the sun lounger so Chris could reach every inch of my body. Massaging the cream into my warm skin was turning me on again, his hands making contact with me was enough.  

“Is that my fun over now then?” he sighed as he’d dragged out rubbing cream not only just onto my back, but every inch of my body, quite literally. I wasn’t complaining…

“I’m afraid so mister… any more of this stuff and I’ll be frying. I’ll do you now…” I said reaching for the bottle of lotion and smothering his body in it.

“I love you…” he said turning around and planting a bit of a soppy kiss on my lips, but I wasn’t complaining about anything. He was the man of my dreams, and we were going to have the best weeks holiday anyone could dream of. We had the dream house, the dream garden, we had everything we needed… and we needn’t worry about anything, we had 10 full days to spend in the sun and do what we liked….

Shall post the translations shortly! Hope you liked it! X