They aren't doing anything wrong, he is divorced and she is not seeing anyone but this thing between them— this thing they refuse to define— is something they'd rather keep between themselves and not make it the topic of conversation in King County. She enjoys having this thing between them that feels forbidden but isn't, a secret that it entirely their own. Beyond the four walls that exist and her home or his, nobody exists and she enjoys this.
"Am I going to see you tonight?" She asks, nuzzling her nose into his neck. Her naked, sweaty body stuck to his post-coitus.
"It's my weekend with my boy," He replies, hugging her body close. "It might be Monday before I have the time."
"Better make the most of our time now," She quips, planting a kiss to his chin, then his lips.
They make love, it's what he calls it even though she prefers to call it sex — or straight up fucking when he's plowing her from behind— because that's what it is. She firmly believes the only time you make love is when you're in love and even though she feels something for him that she has never felt for anyone else—She cares deeply— she wouldn't venture far enough to call it love.
But when they are sitting on the couch on Sunday evenings watching Game of thrones and he is a rubbing up and down her thighs, covering her shoulder and neck in kisses and gazing at her with those soft baby blues of his then whispers "I want to make love to you,"
with that southern twang of his As corny as it is the phrase doesn't sound so bad.
He caresses her body, caters to her every need, teases her just enough to have her begging for release and then she swears she sees stars when she climaxes . She has had her share of sexual partners but none of them had exhibited the amount of skill and experience he has.
When she regains her strength she combs her fingers through his salt and pepper curls, wondering why she never decided to go for older men before.
"We should probably get up now." She said, her breath still short.
He is lying comfortably on top of her now with his cock still nestled inside of her.
"Yeah, you're right." He flexed his hips once more, making her release a noise that sounds like a mixture of a moan and a whimper that causes him to laugh as he slowly pulls out.
"You're going to be the death of me." He chuckles, getting up from the bed.
"Me?" She thinks he has it twisted.
"I can't get enough of you."
She grins, resisting the urge to pull him back in bed for another round that was sure to make them late. "Ditto."
They shower together and dress themselves in silence. He finishes before her and goes into her kitchen and makes them coffee, he's been there enough times to memorize where everything was. She thanks him as he hands her over her travel mug and she gives him the hat he left on the dresser.
Before parting ways they kiss each other goodbye, with promises of seeing each other soon. She takes a deep breath and reluctantly steps out of her home because she knows once they leave the confines of those four walls they are no longer Rick and Bonnie, he is Sheriff Grimes and she is now Miss Bennett, his son's fourth-grade teacher.