He meets her on a crime scene of all places. Drug trafficking in the port of Sandbrook and a Mafioso with a soft spot for a prostitute. She was at the wrong place, at the wrong time and she almost paid with her life.
"Thank you… for making sure I get home safely."
She doesn't move, remains curled up in the seat.
"Will you be alright?"
"I don't know… could you come in with me? Just for a minute, I'll make you a cuppa."
H
She keeps running her hand up and down her arm. He knows the feeling, when you're out of danger but adrenaline still courses through your veins. It makes you all jittery until it fades and then you're more exhausted than you've ever been in your whole life.
It's no surprise she falls asleep. He doesn't move, doesn't dare wake her up. Or maybe it's because he likes her weight against him and the silk of her hair on his cheek.
When he leaves, she gives him her card.
H
He keeps the card in his coat pocket and runs his thumb along the sharp edges. He thinks about her and masturbates in the shower — the highlight of his day.
His wife smiles at the other DS the way she used to smile at him, thirteen years ago.
H
He dials her number and he can't remember the last time he had butterflies in his stomach.
H
"I'm sorry, this was a mistake, I can't, I'm married."
"Can I just ask why you came here, then?"
"… I think she's having an affair."
She doesn't try to console him. He wouldn't want her pity.
"How long has it been since you've had sex with your wife?"
"I didn't come here for marital counselling."
"Then why did you?"
She's half-naked and so very beautiful, he's got the money and he already lied to come here anyway.
"Could I… just watch?"
It's a loophole of sorts.
She keeps it simple, no toys or exaggerated moans, he's that kind of man. She lies besides him and caresses her body, undulating on the bed, under his intent gaze. When she says she's thinking about him, it's the truth. He comes on her stomach with a deep groan. He never once touched her.
H
He keeps the card in his coat pocket and runs his thumb along the frayed edges. He thinks about touching her and masturbates in the shower — the highlight of his day.
He fights with his wife and his suspicions are confirmed.
H
When he kisses her hungrily, it's not out of spite. When he thrusts in her against the wall, it's not in revenge. When he makes sure she comes too, it's not to prove a point. It's nothing but desire. There's nothing but her. With her, he forgets everything.
"I'd like to see you again."
She's the one who says it.