Chapter Two
No one noticed two of their friends in pain. They hid it so well, no one even saw it.
She walked into the break room without a care in the world. That's what she wanted to project, but she knew he would see through the façade.
He looked up from his book and noticed the slumped shoulders, tired face, slow movements, thin frame and pained eyes, but no one else did.
No one knew her like he did.
No one knew him like she did.
They were both the same, but both so different.
She could make him laugh.
He could bring the redness to her face, a blush with just one word.
She knew his weakness.
He knew hers.
She knew his strength.
And he knew hers.
She poured herself a coffee, but didn't even battered an eyelid when she touched the hotplate with her palm.
The pain was irrelevant with stronger pain buried deep inside her.
The quietness was broken with the other's talking and making small talk about things they did at the weekend, but two stayed quiet.
They knew what they did and knew they couldn't share it with the others.
His bed was so warm all weekend.
They barely left it.
The jokes.
The playfully banter.
The work talk.
The argument at the end.
The soul breaking decision to STOP.
She looked over at him and caught his eyes on her. She couldn't look away. She gave him a small sad smile and left the room.
** ** ** **
The room was quiet.
The room was cool.
The windows were open.
The door was unlocked.
The heat from outside seeped into her home.
The music played quietly in the background.
The table was covered with case reports.
The heat had assaulted her skin immediately.
Her body demanded less clothing.
Shorts and a t-shirt with no bra was all that she wore.
The knock at the door wasn't unexpected, but it was against the rules they set before them.
She knew who it was before the knock came.
She felt him.
She smelt him.
She craved him.
She turned as the door opened and closed.
He watched as she stood and leaned back against the table.
He approached her slowly.
Seeing her body in shorts and a thin white t-shirt sent his senses into overdrive.
His heart beat wildly in his chest.
Almost painfully, he tried to stop.
But the need was too great.
He did stop, but it was too late to pull back.
She looked deeply into his eyes as they reached hers.
She grabbed his belt and pulled him to her.
His mouth vigorously attacked hers.
Her hands unbuckled his belt.
She slid her hands up his chest and began pulling the buttons from their holes.
His mouth madly took her breath and fed off her gasps and moans of pleasure and need.
It matched his own.
His hands pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it to one side.
His mouth left hers as he instantly took a breast into his mouth.
Teasing it endlessly with his tongue, his teeth and his hot breathe.
She pushed her hands up his chest as his shirt flew apart with the breeze.
Her fingers caressed his ribs gently.
Her tongue coming out to lick her lips.
His mouth rained heavy kisses over her chest.
His head came up to hers and took her tongue into his mouth.
He sucked on it as he pulled her shorts open.
She couldn't wait any longer.
His head fell back as her hand slipped into his pants and took his pulsating erection.
Her shorts fell to the floor.
His pants followed.
Soon his boxers joined the discarded clothing.
She pulled him with her as she backed up onto the table and he lay over her.
His head brushed her folds agonisingly.
She whimpered as he entered her slowly.
His kiss was delicate and soft.
She held him tightly.
Her nails scrapping down his back.
His muscles bunched at the sudden pain from her nails and the mental torture to control himself.
Begging his inner self to be gently with her, not pound into her, not take her and not cause her more pain.
She kissed him just as gently and with such care, she brushed his cheek from the stray tear that pushed through his strong barrier.
Her own barrier was breaking at the feel of him.
The smell taking over her senses.
His whole presence feeding her.
Taking what it needs to survive.
His eyes burned into hers as he collapsed onto her.
Her arms held him close.
His lips tenderly caressed hers.
Their eyes never loosing each other, even as the kiss deepened to satisfy the ebbing pain.
** ** ** **
He pulled his shirt over his shoulders.
He watched as she bent over the table to gather the papers together.
The pain returned at the sight of her leaning over the pine.
He walked to her and brushed his fingers down her spine, under her shirt and back down again.
She groaned and pushed her ass back into his hips.
He responded by thrusting lightly forward.
He leaned over her.
His chest pressed against her back.
His arms sliding under her.
She pushed herself upright and let him hug her.
She closed her eyes tighter and leaned her head back onto his shoulder.
"This needs to stop." She whimpered.
"I know." He kissed her neck, lashing his tongue out to taste her skin.
"It's becoming out of hand."
"I can't help it." His hands squeezed her stomach softly.
Her hands brushed down his arms to join their fingers.
"We need help." She whispered.
He chuckled and kissed her cheek.
"I doubt that."
She smiled and turned in his arms.
"If we don't stop." She kissed his lips lightly.
He nodded and kissed her back. "We could loose our jobs. I know."
"Maybe I should go away." She looked into his eyes as he drew away from her swollen lips.
His head shook quickly. "Noooo." It sounded more like a plead to both their ears.
She sighed. "This goes on much longer, we won't be able to control it."
Seeing her worries, he knew it needed to be controlled before it spun off by itself.
"Ok." He conceded and pulled away from her.
Walking to the door as he buttoned up his shirt, he turned.
She smiled and watched him nod, but both knew it wasn't going to last.
'The last time' was just words.
'It's not going to happen again' were just more words.
They both knew it.
They just wish they didn't have to hide.
Wished there were rules that would let them be together.
No one noticed two of their friends in pain. They hid it so well, no one even saw it.
She walked into the break room without a care in the world. That's what she wanted to project, but she knew he would see through the façade.
He looked up from his book and noticed the slumped shoulders, tired face, slow movements, thin frame and pained eyes, but no one else did.
No one knew her like he did.
No one knew him like she did.
They were both the same, but both so different.
She could make him laugh.
He could bring the redness to her face, a blush with just one word.
She knew his weakness.
He knew hers.
She knew his strength.
And he knew hers.
She poured herself a coffee, but didn't even battered an eyelid when she touched the hotplate with her palm.
The pain was irrelevant with stronger pain buried deep inside her.
The quietness was broken with the other's talking and making small talk about things they did at the weekend, but two stayed quiet.
They knew what they did and knew they couldn't share it with the others.
His bed was so warm all weekend.
They barely left it.
The jokes.
The playfully banter.
The work talk.
The argument at the end.
The soul breaking decision to STOP.
She looked over at him and caught his eyes on her. She couldn't look away. She gave him a small sad smile and left the room.
** ** ** **
The room was quiet.
The room was cool.
The windows were open.
The door was unlocked.
The heat from outside seeped into her home.
The music played quietly in the background.
The table was covered with case reports.
The heat had assaulted her skin immediately.
Her body demanded less clothing.
Shorts and a t-shirt with no bra was all that she wore.
The knock at the door wasn't unexpected, but it was against the rules they set before them.
She knew who it was before the knock came.
She felt him.
She smelt him.
She craved him.
She turned as the door opened and closed.
He watched as she stood and leaned back against the table.
He approached her slowly.
Seeing her body in shorts and a thin white t-shirt sent his senses into overdrive.
His heart beat wildly in his chest.
Almost painfully, he tried to stop.
But the need was too great.
He did stop, but it was too late to pull back.
She looked deeply into his eyes as they reached hers.
She grabbed his belt and pulled him to her.
His mouth vigorously attacked hers.
Her hands unbuckled his belt.
She slid her hands up his chest and began pulling the buttons from their holes.
His mouth madly took her breath and fed off her gasps and moans of pleasure and need.
It matched his own.
His hands pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it to one side.
His mouth left hers as he instantly took a breast into his mouth.
Teasing it endlessly with his tongue, his teeth and his hot breathe.
She pushed her hands up his chest as his shirt flew apart with the breeze.
Her fingers caressed his ribs gently.
Her tongue coming out to lick her lips.
His mouth rained heavy kisses over her chest.
His head came up to hers and took her tongue into his mouth.
He sucked on it as he pulled her shorts open.
She couldn't wait any longer.
His head fell back as her hand slipped into his pants and took his pulsating erection.
Her shorts fell to the floor.
His pants followed.
Soon his boxers joined the discarded clothing.
She pulled him with her as she backed up onto the table and he lay over her.
His head brushed her folds agonisingly.
She whimpered as he entered her slowly.
His kiss was delicate and soft.
She held him tightly.
Her nails scrapping down his back.
His muscles bunched at the sudden pain from her nails and the mental torture to control himself.
Begging his inner self to be gently with her, not pound into her, not take her and not cause her more pain.
She kissed him just as gently and with such care, she brushed his cheek from the stray tear that pushed through his strong barrier.
Her own barrier was breaking at the feel of him.
The smell taking over her senses.
His whole presence feeding her.
Taking what it needs to survive.
His eyes burned into hers as he collapsed onto her.
Her arms held him close.
His lips tenderly caressed hers.
Their eyes never loosing each other, even as the kiss deepened to satisfy the ebbing pain.
** ** ** **
He pulled his shirt over his shoulders.
He watched as she bent over the table to gather the papers together.
The pain returned at the sight of her leaning over the pine.
He walked to her and brushed his fingers down her spine, under her shirt and back down again.
She groaned and pushed her ass back into his hips.
He responded by thrusting lightly forward.
He leaned over her.
His chest pressed against her back.
His arms sliding under her.
She pushed herself upright and let him hug her.
She closed her eyes tighter and leaned her head back onto his shoulder.
"This needs to stop." She whimpered.
"I know." He kissed her neck, lashing his tongue out to taste her skin.
"It's becoming out of hand."
"I can't help it." His hands squeezed her stomach softly.
Her hands brushed down his arms to join their fingers.
"We need help." She whispered.
He chuckled and kissed her cheek.
"I doubt that."
She smiled and turned in his arms.
"If we don't stop." She kissed his lips lightly.
He nodded and kissed her back. "We could loose our jobs. I know."
"Maybe I should go away." She looked into his eyes as he drew away from her swollen lips.
His head shook quickly. "Noooo." It sounded more like a plead to both their ears.
She sighed. "This goes on much longer, we won't be able to control it."
Seeing her worries, he knew it needed to be controlled before it spun off by itself.
"Ok." He conceded and pulled away from her.
Walking to the door as he buttoned up his shirt, he turned.
She smiled and watched him nod, but both knew it wasn't going to last.
'The last time' was just words.
'It's not going to happen again' were just more words.
They both knew it.
They just wish they didn't have to hide.
Wished there were rules that would let them be together.