Behind Closed Doors

by sonomom

Never one to resist a challenge, I am posting my entry into the 100 word fan fiction foray. I do not belong to the group where the challenge was first issued, so forgive me for barging in. Unbeta'd, obviously.

Behind Closed Doors

Limbs intertwined. Breaths intermingled. Their movements were hard, fast, slow, sensual, and erotically rhythmic. Sheets tangled around them, clinging, hindering. Impatient hands pushed away fabric to expose more skin.

She never heard the door open. He did, but didn't hesitate. Patiently, competently he brought her to her complete fulfillment, and her guttural moans were the voyeur's undoing.

"You're mine," he said.

"I'm yours," she said.

This time she heard the door slam shut.

Fifteen minutes later, after she closed the door on the news she'd dreaded hearing, Helen Plum began to iron.