Alec Hardy and the fairground girl

Chapter 3

Alec decided this was getting slightly out of hand and way beyond what he had hoped.  Rose was kissing across his bare chest and her hand was on the part she wasn't kissing.

"Rose, I think we should just slow down a little.  This is really nice but it's getting late, maybe I should walk you back to your trailer?"

Rose looked up, a bit disappointed.  She reached for her bra.  "Ok, if that's what you want, fine."

She put her bra on backwards and fastened it, turning it around.  Alec
could tell this was going to end badly.  He had almost promised himself
he would have one final fling if he didn't make it through surgery.

Rose was reaching for her dress, getting off the sofa after moving his shirt and it landing on him.

"Or maybe you could stay?" he added hastily, putting it back and laying
against the cushion.  "I was giving you the option but you took it the wrong way."

He waited to see what she did.  She put the dress back.  "You could have said that Alec, I thought you wanted me to leave?"

"No, I'd like you to stay, please?  Just stay, I won't put any pressure on you, I just want some female company, it's been a while."

That was partly true, sharing a bed in a motel with Miller had not been the
highlight of the past two years and was more than uncomfortable under the circumstances with the accusations flying around about them.  Maybe if he got through the surgery tomorrow, he would ask Rose out again before she left town and make sure everyone knew he was with her.  Then she would come back at some point and if he was still in town, maybe they could get together again but who was he kidding?

Rose reached for his shirt again and put it on, fastening a couple of buttons.  Then she got off the sofa again and took his hand.  He got up and crossed to the door, making sure it was locked and taking the key out.

"So which is your bedroom Alec?" she asked, standing on her tiptoes to put her arms around his neck. "It's been a while for me too and I'd be more than happy to keep you company.  Do you have a t-shirt I can borrow?  I don't want to crease your shirt."

He leaned down to kiss her, his own arms now around her waist.  Suddenly, he scooped her up and carried her towards the bedroom, stopping by the light switch and Rose moved an arm and turned it out, one arm still around his neck and leaning her head on his shoulder.  Her bare legs were supported by his arms and he was enjoying the feeling immensely. 

She was barely covered by the two buttons of his shirt she was wearing and kicking her legs as he used the light coming from outside to cross into the bedroom where he put her on the bed, glad he had tidied it when he had got back earlier.

He put on the bedside lamp, pulling the wooden blinds over.  "I'm not used to entertaining a beautiful woman so you'll have to excuse me."

He went to the dresser and pulled out a white t-shirt and tossed it on the bed.  "I'll just be in the bathroom, won't be long."