[The Shifters Committee 01.0] Time Shifters

by Rebecca Foxx

  Sidney grinned.

  “Well truth be told Jeremy, I spent the better part of my youth totally chagrined about the fact that I wasn’t born British,” she revealed with a chuckle, “Between my intense fixation with British music and movies, my insane insistence on staying up all hours of the night to watch a live telecast of any given royal wedding, and my inexplicable addiction to chutney, I was always beyond convinced that I was born in the wrong country.” She paused here, adding with arched eyebrows, “To this day I will gladly raise arms against anyone who says that any other infants aside from Prince George and Princess Charlotte are the most adorable in the universe. And I just happen to have two cats at home named Diana and Harry.”

  With these words she finally fell silent, casting a self-conscious glance around the interior of the homey, wood paneled pub.

  “Wow,” she released through gritted teeth, adding as she slid down low in her seat, “I just majorly over shared, did I not?”

  Jeremy guffawed outright.

  “Well you certainly do have the British sense of humor down pat,” he praised her, tipping his tankard firm in her direction as he added, “And through taking a gander at your excellent prose, I can see the influence of a number of English authors as well.”

  Sidney nodded.

  “Too many to name. When it comes to British authors, my influences range from Jane Austen to Jackie Collins,” she agreed, adding with arched eyebrows, “And considering the fact that Jane’s heroes and heroines never as much as snogged, you can likely guess which one of these two authors inspires my love scenes.”

  Jeremy grinned.

  “I do indeed adore those love scenes of yours. Very steamy and sexy,” he conceded on a sultry purr that epitomized steamy and sexy. “I must ask though; aside from the work of other romance authors, just who inspires those passionate passages? Are you sure you don’t have a boyfriend back in the states?”

  Sidney shook her head.

  “Nope,” she replied, adding as she made a broad gesture between them, “I’ve been so busy churning out books these past few years, my love life is beginning to remind me of another classic book—‘The Dead’ by James Joyce.”

  Jeremy chuckled.

  “Well if you happen to need any inspiration in that department, then I’d be more than pleased to be your muse,” he offered with a flirty smile, adding in a more serious tone, “So of all the many things you could write about, why werewolves?”

  Sidney shrugged.

  “As a child I simply couldn’t get enough of old horror movies, especially those that featured the Wolf Man—the 1941 movie of that title, starring Lon Chaney Jr., is easily my favorite.

  As someone who was never the skinny and ever popular cheerleader type in high school, I always related to the werewolf somehow—I related to his loneliness and sense of isolation. And then ye olde adolescence hit and I developed a mad crush on Michael J. Fox in ‘Teen Wolf’.”

  She paused here, adding as she waggled her eyebrows to comic effect, “Suddenly I discovered and explored the romantic side of the werewolf legend, and started to read some novels on the subject. I developed mad crushes on fictional werewolves such as Alcide from ‘True Blood’ and Jacob Black from ‘Twilight’; eventually I decided to add to the canon with my own variation on the werewolf legend.”

  Jeremy nodded.

  “Fascinating!” he commented, adding with an affirming nod, “I myself have seen a resurgence in the popularity of the werewolf legend, which is why I now have decided to offer the Werewolf in London tour. I cover some of the books and films that you just mentioned in the tour, and we even visit some of the filming locations of another werewolf classic, ‘An American Werewolf in London.’” He paused here, adding as he inclined his head in her direction, “I also take a few moments to discuss the possibility that werewolves might actually exist—even relating stories regarding sightings of real life paranormal creatures that have taken place in this area. Did you ever pause to consider, Sidney, that werewolves just might exist in real life?”

  Sidney thought a moment, then shook her head.

  “I don’t know, I tend to believe that the magic and mystery surrounding the werewolf legend is just that—a legend,” she asserted, adding as she rolled her eyes heavenward, “Dudes in real life tend to be too obsessed with babes in bikinis and flashy sports cars to hold much of an aura of paranormal mystery about them—present company excepted, of course.”

  Jeremy grinned.

  “Why thank you Miss,” he acknowledged her praise, adding in an appropriately mysterious tone, “As we can see by studying all manner of paranormal legends, however, it’s apparent that—sometimes in life—things happen that we do not expect, and really cannot explain.” He paused here, adding as he stared at her with thoughtful eyes, “So we really never know, love. It may very well be that a vampire or a werewolf might be sitting next to us at the office, on the double decker bus—perhaps even at dinner or on a date.”

  Sidney froze, squirming a bit in her seat as an odd, unbidden wave of discomfort suddenly coursed her from head to toe.

  “Well you never know. It could just be some poor unfortunate gent with a chronic and excessive body hair problem,” she returned finally with a tense laugh, adding as she sought to change the subject, “So now that I’ve told you a bit more about my profession, why don’t you fill me in on yours? Why did you decide to become a tour guide?”

  Himself seeming to welcome the shift in subject, Jeremy relaxed in his seat as he took a fortifying sip from his bright embossed tankard.

  “Well I suppose that the nicest way to say it is that I always had a gift for gab. Translation: From the time that I first learned to talk, people have been telling me to shut up on a regular basis,” he revealed with a chuckle.

  “As a child I would give my friends grand tours of our back yard, granting them estate tours of our dog house and my big sister’s tree house and intricate explanations regarding the inner workings of our sprinkler system and barbecue grill. Then as a college student I got a job leading incoming freshmen on tours of our campus.” He paused here, adding with a chuckle, “I guess I just never grow weary of playing the game of Show and Tell.”

  With these words he leaned inward across the polished wooden table that served to separate the couple; covering her hand with his as he stared deep into her eyes.

  “I’d say that my favorite part of my job is getting to meet new people—especially funny, bright, absolutely lovely ones such as yourself,” he revealed in a low, soft tone that sent tingles down Sidney’s spine, “So tell me, Miss Sidney; what special things can I show you here in London? What in particular can I show you that would please and excite you in particular?”

  Even as his narrow eyed, passion brimmed stare and soft, richly accented voice made her pulse race with excitement, Sidney attempted a casual shrug as she told him, “I don’t know, it’s my first time in London—so I suppose, then, that you’ll have to tell me.” She paused here, adding as she arched her eyebrows to teasing effect and squeezed his fingers between hers, “Or better yet; why don’t you show me?”

  She took in her breath as her companion at the table met her challenge in full and with passionate fervor; seizing her lips in a passionate kiss as he clutched her hand in his.

  His soft smooth mouth devoured hers as their tongues entangled between them; kissing her senseless as a soft aroused growl erupted from low in his throat.

  Angling his head over hers to intensify their kiss, an impassioned Jeremy also reached forth his hand to stroke the strands of her soft blonde hair; his long wet tongue all the while lapping her mouth with an animal hunger that stole her breath.

  As her own lusty tongue ventured forth to dance a sinful tango with his, Sidney started a bit as she licked and lapped a particularly sharp pair of pointed teeth; their presence immediately reminding her of one of her own heroes—the kind that flashed fangs whenever he felt like it.

  “How ironic is that?�
� she thought, breaking their kiss as she drew back to stare deep into Jeremy’s wide, expressive eyes.

  “That was amazing,” she released on a whisper, adding as she sat back in her seat, “Although, I must say it, I do believe that we’re moving just a bit too quickly. Don’t you think?”

  Jeremy held her gaze and said nothing for a moment; just pinned her with an intense, unnerving stare that seemed to speak volumes.

  “Come now, Sidney,” he whispered finally, saying her name like the sweetest poetry. “Don’t you ever get the feeling that you’ve known someone before—or that, at the very least, you share a certain bond with them?”

  Sidney nodded.

  “Of course. And as a matter of fact, I have that feeling now—right here, with you,” she conceded, adding as she took her hand from his, “I would like, though, to investigate this link more fully before we go much further.” She paused here, adding as she threw her hands up in a show of complete and total confusion, “I’d like to know why I feel this incredible connection to you—aside, of course, from the fact that you’re too hawt to be believed.”

  Jeremy laughed.

  “Very well then, we’ll take this at your pace,” he conceded, adding as he gestured toward a small clean tiled dance floor at the center of the pub, “Care to dance?”

  Soon the couple swayed as one at the center of a clean tiled dance floor; their arms entangling as they moved and swung to the sound of a smooth and highly rhythmic jazz tune.

  Sidney took in her breath as her breasts pressed against his hard massive chest; their hips claiming immediate communion as they moved across the floor.

  Shutting her eyes tight, Sidney wrapped her arms around his broad muscled shoulders and leaned into him; savoring in full the feel of every muscle, every hard plane as his own hands ran like warm water down the surface of her back.

  For a few precious moments the couple said nothing, just lost themselves in a timeless embrace as their public surroundings dissolved around them.

  Sidney cherished the way that Jeremy’s magical fingertips kneaded her spine and molded her broad shoulders; finally venturing down to her full hips and robust thighs to stroke and caress them—his intimate touch leaving a trail of fire in its scintillating, invigorating wake.

  The couple continued to slither and writhe together against the flawless back beat of a stirring saxophone solo; one that continued to guide their movements as they twirled and sashayed across the dance floor.

  Finally and with a smooth passionate flourish Jeremy leaned her body backward in a thrilling dip; his long silky hair falling soft against her neck as he stared deep into her eyes.

  “I am so glad I met you, Sidney,” he released on a soft, sultry whisper, “You’re an amazing woman—and if all we share this night is a dance and a kiss, then I for one will be more than satisfied.”

  He gasped outright then and his dark eyes flew wide as, in a bold move, Sidney ran her hands down the length of his planed back and laid a light but very meaningful squeeze on the surface of his rock hard derriere.

  “Well speak for yourself,” she hissed outright, adding with a downright wolfish smile—appropriate, she guessed, “I myself will not be satisfied unless and until you make mad, passionate love to me; and, or so I would prefer, all night long.”

  Soon the couple found themselves once again seated on the velvety cushions that lined the driver’s seat of their ivory hued carriage; driving their horses at breakneck speed through the very heart of London town.

  Soon they arrived once again at the banks of the River Thames, their lips colliding in a passionate kiss as her ardent lover swept her most literally off of her feet; sweeping her in a flourish off of the seat and tossing her body across the surface of another whisper soft cushion--this one lining the sheltered interior of his deluxe classic riding carriage.

  Sitting upright at the edge of the carriage, an entranced Sidney watched with wide eyes as Jeremy fell to his knees in the grasses before her; freeing her feet from her confining high heels as he suckled her toes and licked her tired pads.

  Searing her with a passion struck gaze that came alight to liken the glow of the moon, Jeremy laved his way up her legs before stealing beneath the fabrics of her pearl pink dress; nipping and massaging her full fleshy thighs before venturing farther still.

  Ensnaring the border of her white cotton panties between flawless white teeth, he dragged them down the surface of her long sturdy legs and deposited them in a cloudy heap on the floor of the carriage.

  Returning immediately to the source of her pleasure, Jeremy licked open her feminine folds and graced her with the ultimate intimate kiss; sealing his full warm lips around her throbbing clit as he continued to lick and suckle her.

  Bobbing his head up and down to intensify the sensation, his long wet tongue flicked hard against the surface of her reverberating nub; sending electric shards of unadulterated ecstasy careening upward through every fiber of her being.

  Throwing her head back as pleasure overcame her, Sidney bucked her full hips forward to intensify the feeling as she savored the press of his full moist lips on her nub and the sweep of his long dark hair against the skin of her robust thighs; and, finally, the light scrape of his pointed teeth along the surface of her sensitive skin.

  This divine sensation sending her over the edge, the woman cried outright as ecstasy overcame her; sending waves of orgasmic emotion careening upward to touch every part of her body.

  Falling backward into her cushions, Sidney writhed wild as she opened her arms to welcome her lover into the carriage; moaning in an expression of renewed desire as he covered her body with his.

  Soon their arms and legs entangled as their lips collided in a binding kiss; making quick work of their clothes as soon they basked naked in the light of the moon above them.

  Jeremy continued to kiss her senseless as he whipped the strands of his cinnamon hair across her bare breasts; his hands all the while touching and molding her rounded stomach and full, lush hips.

  “You are so beautiful,” he released on a whisper, his hard planed body gyrating against hers as his long shaft surged upward between them to kiss her feminine cleft.

  “Well look who’s talkin’,” she returned on a dreamy sigh, her own wondering hands venturing forth to stroke and caress the rock hard pecs and washboard abs that were finally revealed to her; savoring every cord of his bulging muscles as he hissed outright in response.

  Settling himself between her fleshy thighs, an ardent Jeremy lowered his head to kiss and lick her nipples; raising them to erect points between his whisper soft lips as she thrust her full hips against his.

  “I want you inside of me,” she whispered, spreading her fleshy thighs before him as she wrapped her legs around his trim waist and grazed her fingernails down the length of his planed back. “Now, Jeremy.”

  More than eager to heed his lady’s command, her impassioned lover swept her up in his arms and seized her lips with a binding kiss; at the same time surging his long hard shaft to the depths of her soaking wet pussy.

  Their hips claimed an immediate rhythm as the tip of his pulsating cock mirrored the motion of his long wet tongue; both flowing back and forth within her as she sighed her tender contentment.

  Throwing herself deeper into the throes of his hard muscled embrace, Sidney smacked her lips against his as he continued to probe and penetrate her; surging forth to her very core as she writhed shameless against him.

  Yet even as his sweat lined shaft surged hard and deep within her, his trim hips once again gyrating full and shameless against her own, Jeremy never failed to cradle her body in the sweetest of embraces; coddling her breasts and massaging her back as he continued to kiss her senseless—his long wet tongue laving the roof of her mouth as she herself laved the curious sharp teeth that lurked near the back of his.

  The movement of their engaged bodies soon gave motion to the carriage beneath them; causing the vehicle to rock back and forth with the intense
heat of their passion.

  “When the carriage is a rockin’,” Sidney gasped out, adding as she drew her lover closer than close and impaled herself on his rock hard cock, “Don’t come a knockin’—know what I’m sayin’?”

  Throwing his head back in a leonine flourish, Jeremy let loose with a deep robust laugh that sounded more like a passion struck growl; his body relaxing as he carried them with ease across the bounds of an incredible shared orgasm.

  The couple clung to one another as pleasure overcame them; Sidney resting her head in the cradle of his bulging chest as he pulled her sweaty body closer than close.

  Even as she still trembled in his arms, her heart and pulse pounding in divine accord as the pleasure of their encounter continued to divert her, she couldn’t help but notice that her lover made no movement to kiss or even gaze upon her; his head still poised upward as his gaze seemed fixed on the light of the moon above them.