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Cheers
*VC*
He regarded the woman in his bed with lazy, satisfied eyes. There was more ...texture...to her, varying consistencies and flavours. She tasted sweet but not overpoweringly so. It was a bitter honey, delicious and unexpected. Being free from any emotional investment in her enabled this detached assessment. At any rate, Chuck had never been one for comparisons between bed-mates. Women and his bed were analogous to a well oiled one way turnstile, once you left you were generally not coming back the same way.
He pursed his lips and observed her sleeping form; inelegant was the first word that sprang to his mind. She slept like a prize fighter clutching hard won spoils. The silken bed sheets wrapped firmly in her grasp were also wound about her body in style akin to mummification. He paused to admire the length of the one shapely leg currently intertwined with his own. The rest of her was face down on the bed, a messy tumble of tousled dark hair strewn every which way on the 3 pillows she'd commandeered.
She stirred then, her knee brushing against his groin unintentionally but in a way that made his previous reflections on her sleeping posture fly out the window. He groaned softly, reaching below the sheets to take hold of himself, hissing softly as she started to rouse unintentionally stimulating his cock to wakefulness.
"Good morning." he rasped against her hair.
She shot up instantly, unable to fully rise from the bed due to the tangle in which she'd twisted the sheets.
"Uhhh" she looked at him with some measure of confusion.
He quirked an eyebrow at her "Not a morning person I see..."
She threw a scornful glance his way
"Never in a million years..."
He fought hard to suppress a chuckle
"Well I won't lie and say I didn't expect you to spend the entire night, my talents in bed are well renowned."
She laughed at that, a throaty rich sound, which surprised him.
"I have to give you points for always being consistent Chuck"
He inclined his head. Touche. Reaching out to tuck one of the errant strands behind her ear he was struck again by the texture. Not soft silken curls, but strong, not coarse but thick, strands that clung to his fingertips. She was so different in every way from the woman he dreamed of every night.
Colors, texture, taste...everything was so different, but it didn`t feel wrong.
Maybe she...The other one... had been right all along, maybe a person wasn`t meant to fight for the right thing. Perhaps the right things were uncomplicated, easy and unlikely to hurt.
He raised his eyes to meet hers again, reaching his hand to cup her face and bring her lips back down to his. Her complete compliance surprised him, not because he doubted in anyway his ability to pleasure a woman, but simply because she was ...well she was she...and he didn't know what to expect.
"No strings Chuck, this means nothing." she murmured against his mouth.
He did not deign to reply but slid his free hand to cup her breast, softly kneading it as she moaned into his mouth.
She was amazingly responsive, and far from inexperienced he reasoned as she expertly slipped under the sheets to fist her knowing hand where he needed her most.
There was another difference, she was exciting, not without abandon and different, but she was not shy and she did not need a tutor.
He closed his eyes knowing that with her there would be no tentative overtures, softly questioning touches, shy and seductive smiles. He missed that. But she didn't need to be convinced, comforted or cherished...she was not.....no he would focus on the task at hand. This was all business.
"I need you to fuck me..." she whispered against his lips
"Whatever you need Vanessa...nice and easy." he smirked, flipping her onto her back.
She pretended not to notice that the choked out name he muffled into the curve of her neck as he came sounded nothing like hers. It really was of no significance and when they left this room, it would be as though nothing had happened and nothing mattered.
Because after all nice and easy is sometimes the only way to go, the best way to go, no pain, no regrets.....and no love?
A/N: I hope you liked it.