Dark Night
by Lizzie Lynch
copyright 2007


It was dark in the room. Shadows formed on the walls from the light of a new moon. The windows were open and a cool breeze moved the sheer curtains like a dancer's skirt at a recital.

She thought about shutting the window but there's something invigorating about sleeping in a cool room with a pile of blankets. And he was here tonight, sound asleep laying on his side. She stood by the edge of the bed and listened to him breathing.

Slowly and methodically she untied the belt to her long silky robe and watched it fall to the ground creating a pool of fabric at her feet. He didn't stir. Fabric isn't very loud.

She pulled the quilts back on her side of the bed and slid in - naked. As gently as she could she inched her body closer to his and immediately felt a rush of warmth radiating from his skin and remembered why she liked him being here.

As she laid on her side, her lips ever so gently pressed to his back, She slid a hand cautiously onto his hip as though it were crystal, as if he might break. He was naked as well. She smiled. Her hand slid up his side and rested against his chest; the hairs curled around her fingers. She could feel his chest rise and fall with each breath. And she felt grateful to be a part of that.

She moved her lips closer to his ear and whispered, "I’m so glad you're here." He stirred slightly and shifted his body so he now laid on his back. She could barely keep herself from waking him - her desire for him was so strong.

But, he was tired. It had been a long day for him, so she steeled herself and melted into his strength. He rolled over again and now faced her, on his side, leaning on an elbow. She could feel his steady gaze upon her face. She opened her eyes.

"Hey." He said in a low voice.
"Hey." she replied.

Her eyes were drawn to his rugged face as his fingers traced a line from her arm to her shoulder, her neck. The backs of his fingers brushed her cheek. He lowered his lips to hers and gave her a tentative kiss. But she didn’t want tentative and pulled him closer to her and kissed him eagerly.

Slowly their mouths disengaged and he kissed a moist, sensual trail across her breasts. His hands cupped her breasts and she felt the tender kneading.

Her eyes open – sunlight is streaming through the bedroom window and her black Burmese cat is standing on her chest – kneading, and pleading with her large green eyes for her master and best friend to wake up.

She quickly looks around the room…the bed is completely made on the opposite side and like the Gilbert O’Sullivan song, she realizes: Alone again, naturally.