MARSHALL APARTMENT
"So where is
she this time?"
"I don't even know," Alex says as
he leads the way into the apartment. He swats his hand around over the
wall for a second until he finds the lightswitch, and once he finds it,
he and Lauren come quickly into the apartment.
"I know she was hitting California
on this run," he continues, shutting the door. "Knowing my mother, she'll
decide to spend a week there and not let me know."
"Well," Lauren coos, moving closer
to him, "it's not always such a bad thing to have some alone time, you
know?"
Her hands reach up to his chest and
rest there. He can almost feel the whiz of electricity surging from her
fingertips. He swallows deeply as she moves in closer.
"I'm so happy this is working out,"
she says in a near-whisper, her lips coming close to his ear and her breath
tickling his skin. He tries to relax ...
"Do you want a drink?" he asks suddenly.
"Uh, sure," she answers, looking
surprised.
Alex commits her choice to memory
and heads to the kitchen. He buries his head in the refrigerator for a
moment as he searches for the drinks and tries to let the cold silence
everything that is racing about in his head.
When he returns to the living room,
drinks in hand, he finds the room darkened, lit only by two side lamps
that are acting as bookends to the sofa. Lauren is on the sofa, an inviting
grin on her face.
Alex approaches slowly and sits down
beside her, handing her her drink. She gives it a single sip before placing
it on the coffee table.
"So where were we? Oh, yes, I think
I remember," she says playfully, leaning into him again. This time their
lips meet.
Alex feels the fire of the liplock
absorbing him. He returns to that familiar zone, falling deeper as her
hands begin to roam his body. He feels her fingers up under his shirt,
dancing lightly on the smooth skin.
Lauren draws her lips away from his.
Alex's breathing is heavy now, and he stares at Lauren as he awaits the
next move.
"I want you," she whispers. He watches
her soft lips form the words, those lips that were on his a moment ago
... Her grin widens as she slips his shirt up and over his head. She tosses
it aside and repeats the action with her own top, only more slowly. Alex
doesn't move his gaze from her.
"I want this," she says, bringing
her lips back to his. She begins leaning back onto the couch, bringing
him down on top of her.
And he feels the whispered words
crawl into his ear. "Make love to me."
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