I Want You Back | Completed |

Reunion (2)

Janice was hot. Swelteringly hot. She could feel the sweat trickling down her neck. She moaned and went to throw off the covers drawing an answering moan from the male using her as a pillow. His arms tightened around her, his mouth reaching blindly for her breast.
She didn't have to look to see the stubble burn. Her skin felt abraded, her nipples stingingly hard from a night of attention by the clinging man on her chest. She tried to stealthily move out from under him but he responded by mumbling sleepily, tightening his hold on her even harder and taking a nipple into his mouth, first nipping then suckling softly on it.

When she tried again, he held her even tighter and blinked open eyes gone moss green in soft sleep. He looked at her and smiled. He looked so pleased to see her and he rubbed himself all over her, luxuriating in the feeling of being back with her. Her skin bare to his, finally in his arms again. He was sickeningly happy. He finally got why men in those movies she liked randomly broke into song. But the movements she made were familiar and it wasn't a sign of the continuation of their passion but a far more basic need. He let her go, watching her put on her robe unashamedly, plotting how he could get it off her delectable body as soon as possible.

He looked out the window. Night had already fallen and his stomach told him it was past dinner time. He pulled on his shorts and ordered for pizza on his phone. Extra pepperoni, extra cheese. Her favorite. He opened the cabinets and refrigerator in her tiny kitchen. No wine. Not surprising. She never did have a taste for alcoholic drinks but there was ice cream for dessert and chilled apple juice that would wash down dinner.

Luke heard the shower go on and he smiled grimly. He knew she was stalling. But he wasn't leaving without her. He could always move here if he had to. Where she was, he would be joined to her. Body, heart, and soul.

When Janice left the bathroom, she met with the sight of her unruly bed. She couldn't help the blush that rose to her cheeks at the thought of what had happened a few hours ago. she has slept with Luke. Oh God! What was wrong with her? She blamed her libido. Her vagina really was stupid as fuck.

She emerged into her living room to find her apartment taken over by her husband. His six foot plus frame was draped over her sofa like a fleece blanket. If fleece blankets came with honey-colored expanses of lickable skin spread over a body that made her newly sore core clench again in helpless hunger and a truly glorious tousled head of hair. that man could carry off bed head like no one's business. It was vastly unfair.

He was watching a rerun of How I Met Your Mother but when he heard her come in, he turned to her and smiled in welcome. Janice felt her nerves jump when he abandoned his perch and stalked to her. She found herself held against a shirtless torso that radiated heat and smelled like sandalwood and sin. He didn't do anything, just sighed and gathered her closer. his heart beat strong and steady beneath his warm chest and soothed and lulled her into a doze of warmth and comfort.

The door buzzer sounded as if from far away. He kissed her softly and smiled down at her.

"I'll get it. Dinner's here"

She watched as he paid the delivery man and she had to physically shake her head to dislodge the doze and move to the kitchen to gather plates and napkins, glasses and drinks.

They ate in companionable silence. Watching and laughing at the show on TV. But when the food was over, after he helped clear the table and load the dishwasher, she found herself floundering. What next?

Luke took the decision-making from her. Gently shepherding her back to the sofa, where he tugged her onto his lap. They sat there for long minutes as he got increasingly absorbed by the texture of her hair.

"What happens now?" Janice asked softly. She turned into his shoulder.

"Now, we talk," Luke answered. He cupped her face and turned her eyes to his. "I can't be without you, Janey. Not anymore. I love you. Living without you is like living without my heart. It's like I couldn't draw in a full breath when you were gone from me."