Wondering

Stephen continued to strip, and carefully fold each item of clothing before setting them on the chair I'd indicated. He still managed to keep any reaction from being readable in his expression, or his body language. Perhaps he was simply that comfortable with himself, or perhaps he was a very, very good actor.

Once he finished, I walked slowly around him again, admiring, letting a little smirk play at the corners of my mouth...and then I stepped closer and kissed him, hard, as if we'd been lovers for years, but separated for years. I put all the yearning and passion I could into that one kiss until he started to respond and then I stopped just as suddenly. "Wha...?" he started to ask me something, but stopped as my open handed slap caught him on one cheek...not enough to truly hurt, just a sting and startle move. I saw anger flash in his eyes briefly before he bit back whatever he'd been saying, and that unreadable expression returned.