Newton's Third Law
'For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction.' Sir Isaac Newton's Third Law of Motion.
V sat on the sofa, reading one of his many contraband books. The late night news was on the television, but he took no notice. He would no doubt pick up on anything of interest that was mentioned.
Evey was currently taking a bath. She would be all warm and pink when she'd finished. She would come and sit next to him and watch Gordon Dietrich's show whilst he read. It had become part of their regular nightly routine. The smell of her shampoo would tantalise his olfactory senses and fill him with a sense of contentment that was rapidly becoming addictive. But it would be a while before that happened. She usually took at least an hour or two.
He was so engrossed in the fictitious exploits of a maverick army officer during the Napoleonic war that he didn't hear her approach him. V looked up and was thrown. Evey stood before him, pink, warm and wrapped only in a very small towel.
She dropped the towel. His jaw dropped open.
She took his book and threw it lazily to one side. He did nothing.
She bent over and unbuttoned his trousers. He still did nothing.
She reached inside and released his arousal from the confines of his black briefs. He continued to do nothing.
She straddled his legs and slowly sank down down his length until he was in up to the hilt. He groaned.
She giggled. He panted
She gasped. He thrust his hips.
She pushed against him. He grasped her hips and forced her down further.
She went down. He went up
She tilted forward, burying her face in the silky curtain of his wig. He threw his head back in ecstasy.
She screamed his name. He came in silence.
She curled up beside with her head in his lap and watched Gordon's show. He carried on reading.
Equal, yet opposite