Aria reclined on Ezra's sofa, flipping through the pages of some trashy magazine. Ezra returned from the kitchen and set his glass on the coffee table, then he lifted her head as he sat and replaced it on his lap. The lamp on the side table glowed and faintest sound of talk radio could be heard drifting in from the apartment next door. Ezra picked up a stack of papers, clicked his pen, and sighed.
She looked up at him for a brief moment and smiled. He smiled back, then turned his attention to the papers in his hand, straightening them on the arm of the couch. Aria set down the magazine and in one deft move, flipped over and sat on her legs facing him. "What are you thinking?" she asked quizzically.
"That I shouldn't assign essays because then I have to grade them," he answered, not looking up.
She pulled the ponytail out of her hair, removed the papers from his hand and straddled him. "Now what are you thinking?" she whispered in his ear.
Ezra managed an, "umm…"
He glanced at the papers resting haphazardly on the side table, then back at Aria, gorgeous as ever, meeting his gaze. She moved closer and kissed him slowly. Even quieter than before she whispered, "Now what are you thinking?"
Aria got her answer when he leaned forward and his hands found her slim waist. They ran up her back and removed the fringed vest she was wearing. Her hands moved to the collar of his shirt to undo the tiny buttons. She gripped him tightly with her legs and placed her hands on his chest, lips meeting once again.
Aria pulled at his sleeve, and when it wouldn't come loose, Ezra leaned up and shrugged out of it. She followed suit by peeling the tight white tank top up over her head, revealing the soft pink lace bra underneath. Aria pressed herself against him, her hands running through his hair and his sliding down her back and further beyond. She inhaled deeply when Ezra pulled her even closer with one arm while the other cast about for the switch on the base of the lamp. The stack of English papers cascaded carelessly to the floor, but neither made a move to pick them up. They had other things on their minds.
