"Humph." I breathed out as his chest hit mine against the wall. His hands found the back of my head and were playing with my hair.
"Mr. Barker? Are you sure about this?" I asked as his lips found mine and I turned my head to the side to avoid his lips. His moan told me he didn't really care if it as wrong or right that we were kissing even though he had an expecting mistress downstairs.
Once a week, that's all I get with him. His bloody wife gets him every time she wants him except for this one meeting I have with him a week…and she doesn't even know it. His lips were pushing onto mine in a way that made me believe for a few seconds that he actually wants me.
He was nibbling on my bottom lip and I opened my mouth without any reluctance. Thoughts of jealousy, hurt, lies, and arranged marriages left my mind as soon as I felt his tongue enter my mouth. I was completely entranced in his grinding hips and smirking mouth that I couldn't help but feel loved, that was a change.
"Your dress. Take it off." He ordered forcefully.
"No." Was my simple reply as his hands wove down my body and found my hips. He gave me a gentle squeeze as he led me to the barber's chair.
"Off with it." He growled lustfully. And I shook my head again. I closed my eyes. I felt him lean forward and kiss my eyelids.
"My love….?" He pleaded with me.
"No, you have a wife. And a baby."
"It's an arranged marriage." He said between more kisses down my neck. I felt like somebody had turned on an oil lamp in my stomach except this lamp lit up fast, and was spreading throughout my body.
"But you have Lucy and the baby."
"I wish it was yours." He mumbled kissing me with wild burning passion now.
"But its not. And I can't help you pretend it is any more." I said pushing him off of me.
He gasped and looked at me questioningly. He held his sore back where he had bumped the table. I ran towards him, practically throwing myself to him.
"What was that?" He asked obviously amused.
"I wanted to be in control." I shoved my tongue into his mouth.
We stayed like that, him leaning against his desk. Me with my lips practically glued to him. A baby's crib in the corner of the room with his wife's vacant reading chair next to it with a book of poetry on that opened to a certain page as always. And the barber's chair sat in the middle of all of the room to remind us of his job. One of his hands was on my hip and the other was tangle din my unruly brown curly hair when somebody wrapped their knuckles on the door, it wasn't a man no man wrapped that politely or lightly. He threw me backwards so I was sitting in his chair.
"Who is it?" He asked gruffly as he through a wet rag at me and motioned circles in the air. I nodded and started to wipe the windows down.
"It's Lucy!" The wife who must have been holding the baby answered back. I had to keep myself from groaning.
"Ah! Only the most amazing wife in the world….is that what you said?" I felt hot tears prick my eyes.
"Does that mean I can come in Mr. Benjamin?" She giggled throwing the door open.
"Oh I'm sorry. I didn't realize you were in here Mrs. Lovett." I grinned a fake grin at her.
"Well I am. Please call me Nellie."
"Uh. Yes." She turned back to Benjamin, apparently oblivious to the tears in my eyes. I guess I can only get so lucky.
"What is it dear?" he asked her.
"Time to go to the doctors!" She said cheerfully grabbing his hand and pulling him away from me.
"Bye Mrs. Lovett."
"Bye Benjamin." I whispered. My love had just left. Only if I was lucky would he never come back.
End Thought:
Don't hide behind a plastic smile…cry.
