"Neither Hell nor High Water"
prompt: "...the rain turned the road into a river..."
"Come home? I need you."
Sally's message made Larry scramble, tossing rushed goodbyes to his mates as he bolted outside. The rain turned the road into a river, but he didn't care. The sky could go on fire, the earth could belch its dead; nothing would keep him from her.
He'd stripped half-naked before he was even up the stairs, where he immediately swept Sally into his arms for an impassioned, instigating kiss.
She flustered. "What's this, now?"
Larry shifted back, abruptly stymied. "You said...! Aren't you...ovulating?"
Sally shook her head. "The water heater's broken," she explained.
He flushed hot. "Oh."
She chuckled, coyly. "But, since you're here...!"