"Rufus, I took you hear for many reasons, but knowledge of romance…" I was cut off mid-sentence by the wonderful lips of Rufus Humphrey. My mind was swirling and everything else disappeared except for Rufus and I. When he pulled away I was speechless. "I need a drink," we both said in unison to the bartender standing behind us.
After several minutes of sitting quietly contemplating what had just happened he came to join me on the bench. "Sorry, I just needed a minute," I said in a dazed voice.
"I know the feeling," he said softly. "I'm sorry I kissed you," he said, "but I did it because I thought he should know how it feels to lose you because trust me, it's not fun." The dizzy feeling in my head came back when he said this. The only thing I could think to do was kiss him again. He had no objection. We sat for several minutes just reacquainting ourselves to the once familiar feelings. When we finally broke apart it was Rufus who spoke first. "Do you want to leave?" he asked with no hesitation. We both knew that the second kiss wasn't for any Bart-related reasons. I had fallen hard for him again, well I don't think I ever really stopped to be honest. On the way out we had the elevator to ourselves. "I love you," I whispered softly in his ear as he held me close. "I love you too," he said in a meaningful way. "Always have, always will," I added. He seemed to be truly touched by that.
As we got out of the elevator things got more heated. I have no idea how we managed to get back to the loft. His hands were weaving through my hair, trying to pull my head closer, if that was even possible. My legs were all over him. He moaned softly in my ear. I could tell that he had wanted this for a long time. We continued all the way to Brooklyn. When we arrived we fell out of the taxi half dress still kissing. He threw some money at the driver, and we ran up the stairs laughing the hardest I've laughed in a while. We talked for a few minutes laughing at the various looks we had seen the driver give us. "He must have thought we were crazy," I said, "He picks us up at a fancy Upper East Side apartment building and then we behave like teenagers." As I laughed he kissed me again, this time with a hint of urgency. He was worried that this was too good to be true and that I would come to my senses before anything else happened. I couldn't blame his, I was thinking the same thing. We ran to his bedroom, laughing while kissing all the way. The taxi joke hadn't even been that funny, but we were both high on love that night.
That night we let all worries melt away. His "wife" in Hudson was forgotten, and Bart, who had one seemed so important, couldn't hold a candle to Rufus. Our children, who were now beginning to date, didn't even enter our minds. Yes, I was in love with a rock star again. Rufus Humphrey.
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