I had a weird day reminiscing with my best friend and I came back feeling rather bitter-sweet and couldn't get into working on Paramour/ Reading Broken Lines so I thought I'd write something that captures my mood and thus we have this!
I hope you all like it- please review- let me know what you think.
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Broken Silence
The lights danced of the pavement as the rain continued falling but Greg didn't care about the weather, the lights or the glares he was receiving from the other customers. A cigarette burnt out between his fingers as he took slow drags letting the taste of tobacco settle on his tongue.
Sara was waiting for him. She was always waiting for him.
Tossing the bud to the ground he paused for a few moments to watch as the colour moved against the almost ink black tarmac. Loosening his tie in a quietly debonair way he began walking towards the room finding the key she had slipped into his pocket earlier that day.
Each step seemed to resound in the air as the guilt shadowed every one of his movements but this was just the start.
Not that they would ever speak of the guilt. No words were exchanged between them during these encounters.
They were committing a sin- they were indulging in wrong and use of lexis to illustrate this would only disappoint them both. Sara would find herself surreptitiously removing her wedding ring in the small reception area as she'd hand over the funds in cash for fear of leaving a paper trail. She always took a cab not wanting her car to be seen here of all places. And Greg always came later. They were never together but in the confines of that room.
No one should see. No one should know. Rules they had silently agreed upon.
Greg slipped the key into lock twisting it until the sound of a click entered his ears. He pushed the door open revealing the room he had become familiar with. She was sitting on the edge of the bed. Her black hair in glossy curls resting on her shoulders. Black lace drawing patterns on her pale skin as her dark eyes invited him in. Without a word Sara got to her feet her hands by her side tempting him to move closer.
He shut the door behind him taking his tie off throwing it onto chair that was placed by the dresser. It was almost as if he could feel her shiver with every one of his movements.
Their eyes met. Greg slowly approached Sara realising there was no need to rush. No one knew. It was just the two of them and this room.
It was as if the air had disappeared into nothingness as they stood inches apart from each other. A strange mood fell between them during these rendezvous; they were sharing a secret. One that could never be heard by another soul and yet when he pressed his lips against hers he expressed so much honesty that it took her breath away every time.
Sara's shaking hands slid his jacket away from his shoulders as his fingers laced through her hair bringing her body against his. They never had to think too much about what they were doing, it all came so naturally. The feel of their fingers tangled together, and their bodies intertwined, were a glimpse of perfection in their eyes.
The orange of the street light shone through the window splashing colour across the bed as the dim lamp in the corner of the room did nothing to illuminating the darkness they had created. Her wedding ring placed on the dresser alongside her usual clothes remained in the shadows. They were just reminders of the life she no longer wanted to live- and for now- they did not matter.
She offered no protest as Greg gently removed one strap of the camisole she was wearing, his hands dusting over her skin with sensitivity. She never offered him anything but her body. He thought with a small sense of defeat as he traced his fingertips on her arms.
Placing one hand firmly on the small of her back he moved them both towards the bed completely removing the lacy garment she was wearing in the process. Sara unbuttoned his shirt wanting to feel his skin against hers as they rediscovered each other since the last time.
Greg's toned form covered hers as she fell back against the mattress arching into him as his lips trailed down her neck. His body felt hot against hers as slithered down her torso his hands on her thighs the skin more than familiar to him.
They had done this so many times.
His tongue moved against her at torturous rhythm the throaty moans escaping her lips as she clutched the thin bedspread, her toes curled as she focused on nothing but him everything else melting away into an insignificant haze. All at once she was overwhelmed by the heat, the rhythm, the incredible sensations he was gifting her. She couldn't breathe, she couldn't claw back control.
She was lost. Her defeat rang through the air like sirens.
They were eye to eye again lust darkening their pupils like shadows on the desolate ground on which this hellish motel stood.
Greg moved over her with slow deliberate actions hooking one of her legs around his waist as his eyes focused on hers. Sara melted into his embrace her hands grasping hold of his arms as she lifted her hips to meet each one of his thrusts.
The tension built in the hot, thick air that surrounded them as Sara could feel her whole body let go she stilled holding herself against Greg as her breath caught in her chest, her whole body quivering as the waves of pleasure crashed over her. Greg unravelled soon after his exhausted body remaining over hers as they exchanged breathless kisses their sense ignited and throbbing from their love making.
They remained in the dusky amber light their limbs tangled together as their shared the sound of their heartbeats.
Consistency settled in and Greg pulled himself to his feet as Sara watched him. There was still silence as he dressed. She found it fascinating watching him as he re-winded everything they had done doing up his belt, buttoning his shirt and tucking his tie in his jacket pocket. Becoming the man the rest of the world knew him as.
These moment were always bitter-sweet as their eyes acknowledged that this was goodbye till the next time. Sara would find herself wanting to say something. Greg would find himself wanting to listen. But no words seemed to fit.
Greg placed a gentle kiss on her forehead muttering quietly into her hair
'See you next week'
And with that leaving Sara alongside whispers, surrounded by the scent of their sex, he disappeared into the night. He lit another cigarette as he stood outside in the parking lot.
Ending the night in the same position in which he had started.
