A View From the Edge    A View From the Edge by Otterlady

  

 Thanks to the movie Phenomenon and the sexiest piece of film that I've
seen in a long time. It inspired me to involve OFM and a little poetic
license for the following snippet. The normal disclaimers apply. 

 VIEW FROM THE EDGE  by Otterlady ottrlady@direct.ca  

 She held his face in her hands. Her thumb stroked his strong chin as she
leaned towards him. His eyes looked questioningly into hers confused by
the suddenness of her gesture. She smiled at him and whispered in his ear,
"let me help you." She took the razor from his hand and gestured towards
the clothes hamper. "That looks strong enough to hold you." He sat,
shaking his head in amusement. She turned back to the sink and poured warm
water into the basin. Taking a towel she placed it around his neck and
handed him a damp face cloth. His shaving cream was on the counter and she
measured a generous amount into her hand. Turning back to him, she smiled
and began to gently smooth the lather on to his cheeks and throat. Picking
up the razor, she cautiously stroked his cheek and asked him if she was
exerting enough pressure. 

 "Yes," he whispered "just right." She continued to expertly shave his
face being careful not to nick his chin or the vulnerable places on his
throat. She made a face to indicate that she wanted to do under his nose
and carefully stroked the space between it and his lips. Taking the face
cloth, she wiped the smudges of cream from around his ears and places were
she hadn't needed to go. Then, taking the towel, she finished drying his
face. 

 "There," she said "is that close enough?" 

 "You tell me." he said, grasping the hand without the razor and pulling
it to his cheek. Again, her thumb rubbed his chin, then the back of her
fingers caressed his cheek. 

 "Yes, I think so, but let me just double check." she smiled. 

 Leaning towards him, she brushed her lips against his and continued down
the side of his face to his neck. 

 "Yes, I think this will do quite nicely." she breathed as her now free
hands resumed their former place, holding his face firmly as she looked
into his now understanding eyes. 

 She smiled, as his hands moved to mimic hers, as he pulled her closer to
him and placed his smooth cheek against hers and whispered in her ear "How
much do I owe for your services, Madam? I hope that I can afford the
bill." 

 She chuckled and whispered back, "You tell me. How much does your regular
barber charge?" 

 "Oh, the Consulate usually provides that service for free, so I guess
that I'll have to think of an alternative payment plan." he laughed as he
swept her up into his arms and exited her bathroom, pushing the door shut
with his foot. 

 "This could be interesting." she laughed as the door closed with a quiet
click. 

 To be continued...