The principles of marriage and Will

The office was plunged into a suffocating silence that only punctuated from time to time by the rain drops falling on the window and the rustle of the paper; a pen brushing a new sketch. She sighed heavily and looked up at Grace who was highly concentrated. She passed her tongue over her lips, biting them; she narrowed her eyes. Nail file in hands, she curbed her wrist backwards and gained momentum but a hand suddenly stopped her movement, stealing the object from her grip. She gasped and looked up at Will.

The exchanged gaze resulted furtive, almost inexistent. For a couple of seconds her hazel eyes stared at his brown ones in silence. None of them smiled, barely moved as his hand was still on her wrist, suspended in the air. She wished she could have rushed up in his arms and kissed him roughly; pushed him against the wall, and got rid of his pants. She raised an eyebrow, breaking the awkward moment, amused by the fact he was probably craving for a similar fantasy.

"It looks like we just avoided a terrorist attack against you, Gracie."

The attorney made his way to his friend's desk who finally noticed his presence, a bit lost though before his remark as she had stayed absorbed in her sketches the whole time. Will threw the nail file on the desk; Karen was already back on the contemplation of some pointless article, the words dancing in front of her eyes. How come mere thoughts could make her breathe louder? It hadn't lasted more than a couple of seconds. Very slowly she observed his ankles, went up his legs to stop on his buttocks and the lines of his back.

"There's absolutely no way I'll sleep in the same bed as her. This is an idea that goes against nature; and mental balance."

The dark-haired woman frowned and looked at Grace a bit perplexed. She had finally abandoned her chair in a false attempt to take part in the conversation. As a matter of fact, it was all about making contact with Will's body. Her knee brushed his thigh from behind. He spread his legs; her hip came to caress his inner flesh.

"What are you talking about? Who is not allowed to sleep in your bed? I don't understand."

The interior designer shrugged and motioned in the air absent-mindedly.

"My mother is coming to New York. She needs a bed; on her own."
Karen blinked. Obviously she was missing the lines.
"And so what, she can sleep in Will's bed."
The attorney scoffed and made a step backwards; his back molding her own body. She loved their invisible teasing games even though she always ended up panting and growling in frustration for not being able to fully satisfy her desires.
"And then where do I go?"
"Why, can't you sleep with Grace?"

Both friends looked at each other with such a horrified expression on their faces that Karen rolled her eyes; her hand sliding almost innocently on Will's buttocks before disappearing between his legs. He simply moved his coat right in front of his pants so that Grace didn't see the slightest thing.

"Then you can come over to the manse and let your flat to Grace; not that Stanley really cares anyway… If he ever notices your presence."

Her foot caressed his ankle. Couldn't they find a good excuse to steal five minutes from people's time and satisfy their own desires? Foreplays didn't make it all.

The attorney seemed to study her offer, vaguely pouting and trying not to show how aroused he was by her effective ministrations on him.

"I will certainly not have sex with you at home. I do have principles, you know."

She glanced at him, raising an eyebrow seductively as she proceeded to take off her stockings. He was sat on the bed, observing her fingers sliding on her skin in a mechanical strip-tease. They had got a new room, still overlooking the street but the window was larger; just next to the neon of the hotel and the letters of The blue lagoon got reflected on the walls like some mute movie. She unclasped her bra, turned around and kneeled down on the bed before going slowly to him. A mischievous smile played on her lips.

She looked down at his boxers and bit her lower lip; straddling him, she locked her eyes with his as her fingers were going down his stomach until they reached the object of her attention and she started caressing him.

"No sex is allowed in my Upper East Side manse. It's a place sacred by marriage. Orgasms don't belong to the game out there unless money can make you get off."

She kissed his chest, tracing an invisible path down to his waist until her mouth joined her fingers and she took off his boxers to make full contact with his bare flesh; her tongue sliding on it slowly, playfully. He passed his hand through her hair and pushed her instinctively closer to him then moaned and leaned his head backwards against the pillow.

"That must be why I'm not into the marriage thing."

She giggled against him but didn't stop her movements; even went a bit faster. A couple of minutes passed by before she finally straddled him properly and started moving, capturing his lips in a hungry kiss. She broke apart, her mouth caressing his face as they speeded up the pace and she murmured against his ear.

"That must be why I'm here."

"Then let's go for it."

Will grabbed her waist roughly and pushed her down against the mattress, passing on top of her. She burst out laughing, adjusted her hips; letting him go deeper, never breaking eye-contact with him. She leaned up and captured back his lips in a passionate kiss.