She was confused and distraught. For nine months, since her wedding, she had tried in vain to become pregnant. It was required with all arranged wizarding marriages that a child be conceived within one year of the marriage or…. Well, there was no or.
Subconsciously, she knew that the problem lay not within herself but within her partner. His heart was so empty that it seemed likely that other parts would not be working properly as well.
He would Adava Kadavra her on the spot if he saw her out walking on Muggle streets. She saw only one solution to her situation. Maybe it was wrong, but she had to do something.
Inside the muggle bar, she sat on a stool at the far end of the bar swigging from a beer bottle. Her blonde hair hung down her back and shimmered in the pulsing light. She wore a short black skirt and a tight red sweater. She looked around the room she looked around for a man, not any man; she was looking for someone special. He had to have light blonde hair, pale skin, and sharp features. A wizard would not do, nothing stayed private in the magic world, and she would find a muggle and then disappear from his life forever.
She began to loose hope when she saw the neon clock on the wall read 2:00 am. She got up to go pay her tab; at the register was a tall blonde haired man with ice blue eyes. His body was firm and appealing. She hadn't seen him before tonight. Bill in hand, she approached the register, the bartender looked up from his register when she stood in front oh him. His eyes traced up her pert figure to her pretty face. "Hello," she said. He asked her name and why did she have to leave and then he offered to buy her another drink because he got off in an hour.
At three, the woman left with a man who introduced himself as Joe, he was thirty years old and had been working at the bar for a few months. He had a sweet face and a kind nature. They went for coffee and talked for hours. As the sun began to rise, they walked up to the hotel that the woman was staying in. "Care to see me up to my room?" She asked, she had decided that Joe was much too gentlemanly to invite himself. He started to give her a friendly kiss on the cheek as he left her at her door, but she turned to face him and caught him square on the lips. Before he would resist, her hand was on the back of his neck and her body was pressed against him.
Joe had felt the firm breasts pushing against his chest and the lithe hips grinding into his pelvis. He pulled away, trying to excuse himself before he lost control. But the blonde woman grabbed his hand and pulled him inside the room and shut the door behind him. He stood in amazement as the woman he had met only a few hours before slowly tugged the sweater over her head and let the skirt fall to her ankles before she undressed him, planting soft kisses along the way.
Behind them, the radio hummed a soft melody.
Watching every motion
In my foolish lover's
game
On this endless ocean
Finally lovers know no shame
Turning and returning
To some secret place inside
Watching
in slow motion
As you turn around and say
My love
Take
my breath away
Take my breath away
Joe moaned softly as the mystery woman led him to the bed. Slowly she lowered herself onto him. A small lamp emitted limited light from the bedside table. But the room seemed more illuminated than the small bulb could take credit for. The woman herself seemed to emit an inner light.
Under the soft touches of the stranger, she was in ecstasy. It was such a far cry from the rough callous touches of her husband. Their bodies intertwined as they reached a mind-shattering climax together. Joe fell asleep with the nameless beauty wrapped in his arms.
When he awoke, he was alone, sun shone through the slit in the curtains. She had not left her name or her number, only a white rose as a silent thanks. He checked at the front desk, but she had not left a name their either and had paid in cash.
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Nine months later there was a great celebration at the home of the young woman and her callous husband for she had given birth to a son. He had blonde hair and blue eyes and the young woman couldn't help but smile every time someone commented how much their son looked like his father.
She rocked the baby to sleep that night and for the first time in nine months, felt love.
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