It's the fourth time they've done this now, Kara and Lee, snuck off to fulfill their desires. Her lips are too hot against his neck, spurring him on, as her nails dig into his back, and he slams her body into the wall with each desperate kiss. They both attempt to quiet the noise they make, as to not draw attention to the storage locker they managed to find for this tryst. They never think about going slow, they don't have the time. Before long whatever was left of their clothes are on the floor, and their naked bodies move together violently against the wall. There are gestures of tenderness, one of his hands behind her neck to cushion it from the harsh impact to the wall the rest of her body is facing. There eyes are both open; they like watching the effect they have on one another. Breathless, they keep taking from each other, until finally she comes with a gasp and a muffled noise. Then he turns gentle, going slower until he too has to muffle noises of ecstasy into to her mouth. They kiss as they dress each other, with tenderness. The emotion between them is stronger than love, stronger than hate, there is no way it could not be sexual, but there is something more, something neither of them will admit to.
They always think they are getting away with it, but She knows.
Dee is like a walking zombie, not really alive. What goes around comes around, her grandmothers warning to her back when she was a child, treat people as you want to be treated. The phrase had met all her childish squabbles and rivalries. It echoes in her distraught mind as well as half formed thoughts about an alternate life. The Dee that had married Billy, the Dee who'd had his child, and was happy. The real life was less pleasant. She felt like her heart had been smashed in with a meat cleaver, the kind her grandmother used to use when she made her dinner. It rings stronger when Lee comes in smelling like sweat, but not his own sweat; he says he was working out, she doesn't respond, continues the other task at hand, ignoring her unfaithful husband. Dee knew the truth, karma had seriously come back to kick her in the ass. Wondered if she deserved it, met by the voice of a long-dead woman echoing in her mind: What goes around comes around.
