Fate Has A Say

Green eyes, tiny lies and kitchen encounters at night!

Alexei was hopping with jealousy. How could this be happening. He was getting married soon and all he should be thinking of, was Melissa. He hadn't given her a thought. His thoughts were consumed by that Officer. "What was his plan? What did he want from Mac? Why did he keep staring at Mac like a creep? What about Mac? Why did she behave as if Alexei was a stranger? She didn't even remember how to play gin rummy. He had taught her. She had carelessly laughed it off when he mentioned it."

Alexei was upset and he couldn't understand why. He broodingly stared at Mac whenever he saw her and he was losing sleep, which made him short tempered. The dreams were getting worse. Mac didn't leave him alone. Awake or asleep. He was permanently aroused. To make matters worse, Mac was either talking with the Officer on the phone or he was here, visiting and making her laugh. What was so funny that she had to laugh so much. She didn't laugh with him. In fact, when she  saw him, she stopped laughing. His own sister, Jenny, was also a traitor. She also entertained the Officer. They both acted as if he was the best thing since sliced bread. He was losing his mind, it seems.

Restless, he got out of bed, and went downstairs to get a glass of water. All the lights were off except for the refrigerator light, in the kitchen. Thinking that it was Jenny, he walked in, and the sight in front of him, stopped him, in his tracks. Mac stood there, drinking a glass of water.  She was wearing short boxers and a camisole. The moonlight, illuminated and lovingly bathed her curves. He could see that she wasn't wearing a bra. Her nipples were peaked and visible through the cami. The dreams overcame his ability to rationalize. The desire to kiss and touch her, threw caution and Melissa out the window.

Mac, wanted to kick herself for going to the kitchen to get a drink, when Alexei appeared in the kitchen. He looked incredible in just a pair of boxers. The moonlight played upon his broad chest, and kept his face in shadows. An ache started deep inside her. She wanted those strong, muscled arms around her. She wanted to lay her head on his chest. She wanted to do so much more, if she was honest. She was shocked, out of her mind, when Alexei took a step towards her, pulled her into his arms, then kissed her. His warm lips on her cold ones, sent quivers down her spine. He pulled her closer and she felt his hard, aroused member against her belly. She gasped in shock and his tongue was instantly inside her mouth.

She tried to push him away. This was wrong. He was an engaged man. His tongue massaged hers as his mouth pressed harder against hers. Mac had no resistance against him. Did she really want to resist? Her arms slipped around his neck and into his hair. He pulled her impossibly closer as he ground his hips against hers. They both moaned in aching delight. Their tongues dueled, as flames sparked higher. She felt herself moving backwards until she felt the counter behind her back. He lifted her onto the counter and moved between her legs. She found herself wrapping her legs around his waist. His hardness settled against the softness at the juncture of her thighs. They moaned in relief.

He ground hard, into her wet, softness, deepening the ache in her core. She willingly moved her hips against him and tightened her legs around him. His hands now roamed her body, kneading and treasuring. His lips moved to her neck. Kissing and nipping. He lowered the straps of the cami, pushing it down to her waist. The friction of her naked breast against his bare chest, caused tendrils of electricity to flow in his veins. One hand cupped a breast in his hand and thumb gently rubbed the tender bud. There was something about the dark. It lowered, ones inhibitions, and allowed them to act out of character. His mouth moved to take a nipple inside. Mac's whole body jerked
in reaction.

His tongue laved the swollen bud as his hands moved lower. One finger traced the edge of her panties, before dipping inside. Mac, burst into flames. The finger pushed into her core, slowly easing it's way in. Her whimpers and whispers of his name was driving him crazy. They urged him on. His finger moved faster as her hips moved urgently against him. She felt such immense pleasure, that she wanted him to stop. She couldn't take it. The feeling was so intense that she felt like jumping out of her skin. She grabbed hold of his hand for what reason, she didn't know. All she knew was that something was waiting to happen. There was a build up to something. He added another finger. This was better than the dream. His mouth on her breast, his fingers inside her. The pressure rose into a  crescendo then burst as layers upon layers of pleasure burst forth. Her vaginal muscles squeezed his fingers, while his mouth took hers again, as her voice rose in ecstacy. The sound of his name, a plea from her lips. His hand went to his boxers. He was dying to be inside her.

The sound of nails scraping against the kitchen floor made them spring apart as reality, intruded in the shape of a cat.  Shadow jumped onto the counter next to Mac. Both, felt the sin of their crime. Mac, wanted to die for betraying herself and Melissa. Alexei was dying to get hold of her again but he was ashamed for doing this to her. She didn't deserve it. He was the reason they were no longer, together. He couldn't play with her feelings like this, just because, he was confused and wanted her. "I'm sorry Mac. This shouldn't have happened. I don't know.....I'm sorry. I shouldn't have, touched you. It won't happen again." Having said his piece, the idiot left her there in the kitchen, and went back to his room, cursing himself, all the way there.

He left behind, a silent girl, who fixed her clothing, petted her cat and walked to her room, like a ghost. Her emotions were frozen as yet again, she had allowed herself to be annihilated. "How many times, will she become the fool? When will she learn? She was always meant to lose!" Her insides froze as she got into bed and lay there, dry eyed and staring at the ceiling until the sun rose. 
Alexei, never went to bed, he paced and  
thought and paced again until morning came.