He glances over at her as they drive home. Her eyes are closed and there's a half-smile on her face.
"I'm not asleep," she says. "I'm not drunk, either."
That doesn't seem accurate to him, considering the two empty wine bottles on the table when they left Brent and Trina's.
She giggles. "Well, maybe I'm a little drunk." She giggles again.
"What's so funny?"
"Nothing." She purses her lips together but another giggle escapes. He's never seen her like this.
"I'm glad you had a good time."
"I like Trina," she says. "She's easy to talk to. I told her you were a complicated man."
His eyes shift toward her. "Oh, yeah?" He's not sure if that's good or bad.
"Yeah." She's looking back at him now, mischievous. "She said men aren't all that complicated."
"Really?"
"She says all you need is food, sex, work, and sleep."
"In that order?"
She shrugs lightly and her mouth twists into a grin. "You tell me."
"Well, right now..." he says.
She leans over, one hand on his thigh, and glances at the speedometer. "You could drive a little faster, you know."
As she unlocks the door to the apartment, his cell phone buzzes. Surprised at a call this late, he pulls it out. "It's Chuck. I'd better take it."
"Okay," she says. She gives him a quick kiss on the mouth just as he answers and walks away, shrugging out of her blouse and letting it trail behind her. She looks back over her shoulder and gives him a wink. "I'll be waiting."
When he comes into the bedroom later she's rolled onto her side, facing away from the door. "Sorry, that took longer than I thought" The only answer is a soft snore. He laughs to himself as he undresses and slips in behind her, wrapping an arm around her and pulling her in. She fits herself against him sleepily.
He rests for a while, holding her, listening to her breathe. Sleep refuses to come though, so he slides his hand down, fingers seeking the warmth between her thighs. "Ummmm," she murmurs. He strokes gently and she shifts with him, finding a rhythm. "Don't stop.". She hooks one foot over his calf, giving him better access. She turns her head and pulls his mouth to hers. "Yes...ohhhh, yes," she whispers just before she trembles, arching back against him.
She makes to turn to face him but he holds her still. "Stay right there," he says. He lifts her hair and kisses the back of her neck, sliding in from behind.
There's a soft laugh. "This is different." She turns her head again and he kisses her, holding on to her hips as they move together.
After, they stay spooned together, his head in the crook of her shoulder. "So, I'm complicated?" He says. "What's that mean?"
Her voice carries a note of laughter. "Have you been thinking about that the whole time?"
"Not the whole time."
"Don't worry, Cowboy," she says, linking her fingers through his. "Simple is boring. I like complictated just fine."