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Dont know why I never got around to posting this. Anyway, Easter treat!
Ps this is a preshot!
If she was completely honest with herself, she would admit that she missed his warm body at night the most. She would lay there staring at the ceiling before flipping back to her side and scissor kicking trying desperately to warm up the bed.
While they were together, they were rarely apart. Nights spent in her own bed were seldom. And she had loved it. The morning pecks on the shoulder. The race to the bathroom. The smell on his pillow. His body on hers.
She shook out those thoughts before she could start crying. But it was hard to let go.
Every time she peaked at the hour on the alarm clock she calculated what time it was in Toronto and what he was doing and maybe even with whom. And then she would scold herself for thinking about him. She had chosen. She made the decision. No regrets she told herself. But every time the hour changed she regretted: the coldness of the sheets, the smell of wet pavement from outside the window, the lonely beating of her heart.
Just like she was doing now.
But tonight she was done. She vowed to live without regrets. Which was why she moved here in the first place. She was going to live without regrets.
Sliding up on her elbow she leaned over and picked up her cell phone. Her eyes bore into it before flinging it up into the air before catching it and tossing it back up like a hot potato.
Maybe he really hated her and he wouldn't answer.
Maybe he was out with a girl or worse at home with a girl. It was three o'clock over there.
Giving in, she flipped the phone open and hit number two and send before she was able to convince her self not to.
He answered coherently. That was good sign. Not drunk and not asleep.
But it was like she was drowning, twirling down the drain, unsure of where she was going and chocking on water.
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"Jude?"
Tommy dropped his hand at the lack of response and stared at the caller id. Narrowing his eyes he was sure it said Jude. But she had either hung up or his phone was wacked. It had occurred before. He was at the sound board and the computer always screwed the phones waves up causing the i.d. to be wrong.
Still staring at her picture on the phone he let out a breath of regret. As he went to flip the phone close, her small voice met his ears and the phone was instantly at his ear.
"Jude?"
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Swallowing the lump in her throat, she breathed the only thing that was replaying in her mind, "I just – uh - called to tell you - to tell you I missed you." And she had done it. She was brave. She was strong. She was Joan of Arc meets Cyndi Lauper.
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Tommy felt his eye twitch in confusion, before letting his voice soften, "Oh, I uh, I miss you too."
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Slamming the cab shut she looked up at the bright board with "Edmunds" written in old cursive before running to the awning and pulling the heavy wooden door open.
The clacking of her heels went unheard and the only sounds were clanking of glass, loud laughter and background music filling the air.
Her eyes began to immediately search the bar, looking for the dark haired man in leather.
The bar was fairly quiet for a Friday night and she soon realized he wasn't there. Taking a seat at the bar, she quickly ordered her 'something blue', and went to waiting, her eye on the door.
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She twirled the ice cubes in her glass with the bright blue straw. She had given up at staring at the door.
Maybe the plane was late.
Maybe he was lost.
Maybe he was in an accident.
Maybe he missed the plane.
Maybe he didn't really want to come.
She picked up her hand bag, rummaging through it looking for that darn always disappearing wallet. Her body froze as a wet hand rested on her shoulder.
She recognized the small tattoo and looked up and stared at the rain wet lips before her eyes landed on his.
The swell in her belly and the beating of her heart was something she hadn't felt in the last seven months and they were very welcomed.
Nothing was said as the two stood up, her hand in his, their eyes attached. She felt the shy smile that adorned her lips and he bent down, lightly grazing them with his.
The two silently walked to the door, his hand moved from her hand to rest on the small of her back, his thumb grazing her skin under her shirt.
Her blood was boiling, burning through her skin, her knees turning to jelly, her mind already excited in anticipation.
The moment their bottoms hit the cab seat, his hands were in her still cropped hair, tugging the strands and bring her mouth to his, both sets of lips opened, their breath mixing to create a whole entity, a foreshadow.
Soon his large hands were wrapped around her jaw, holding her steady as he repeatedly kissed her; her lips, her cheeks, her nose, her eyelids, her forehead.
And finally, he lowered his mouth on to hers, his lips grasping hers.
And even after all those months, their lips still worked perfectly in unison.
Her insides melted into something gooey but her body was fighting to get closer. She needed to get closer. Her fingers binded into his shirt, clawing at it, holding, pulling.
Her heart was thumping to its own wild rhythm, something close to the song in her head. His hand were clamped around her lapels dragging her out of the cab, one leaving momentarily to drop the bills in the front seat.
And together they stumbled into the foyer, him now hidden behind her as she clumsily passed the front desk and slyly smiled to the young man behind the desk who had a crush on her since the moment she moved in. The boy frowned in disapproval as the man behind slid his fingers into her belt loop, the casual act giving off waves of ownership.
As he waited behind her at the elevator, she leaned back into his embrace and soon she was enveloped in leather and him and god she could/should have died right there. But no she could die afterwards because she just needed him like a bird needed its nest.
Before she knew it, her nude body landed softly on the mattress, his body soon followed. And this was all she really wanted, his body on hers, them joined together in magical, only-god-creating perfection. Their breathing created the night time melody, singing loudly into the quiet air.