Her body tingled all over. She stared at the ceiling. Amy was trying to
grasp what just took place: Sex. Really good –no, great sex. With Bruce.
The same Bruce who had denied any romantic feelings for her. The same
Bruce, who not long ago, didn't let things go further than a kiss. The same
one she fantasized on so many occasions. She even wondered if this was all
just a good dream.
The truth of the matter was: she had been in love with Bruce for a long time. But every time they got close, he pushed her away. Well, he was always there for her in her times of need, but whenever she got close to him –he closed up. Amy remembered the nightmare they endured when Rebecca had wandered off and had a seizure at the courthouse. Bruce loved his daughter as much as Amy loved Lauren. Amy felt that he really leaned on her and opened up to her. Leaned on her. She was happy to provide him comfort; he had comforted her so many times. Bruce was the best man she knew next to her father. She couldn't imagine not having him in her life. And then came Zola Knox.
Zola would have a field day once she found out about Bruce and Amy. Amy found it really amusing; Zola had known it all along. All the insinuations and innuendos were right. Well, Amy was never good at putting on a show, but Bruce was. After all, he had fooled Amy all this time. Or was this a mistake?
Amy's heart dropped. Would Bruce dismiss this as a moment of weakness? Would he return regretting what just took place? She would be devastated if he did. She realized that this meant more than sex to her. This was love realized. But did Bruce see it that way?
She tasted cognac in his mouth. He had been drinking, unlike the last time they had a romantic encounter. Was this another indiscretion on their part? No. Amy didn't want to think of it this way. Bruce was her best friend. The person who always lifted her up when she was down. He was there to catch her all the times she fell. Amy was insecure and needy, Bruce reassured her and gave her the attention she so desired. All the dating fiascos she had, Bruce was always there to pick up the pieces and put her back together. Though she was older, Amy looked to Bruce for guidance. She didn't always listen to everything he said, but she knew he was full of wisdom. And she respected him deeply.
Would he still respect her? It was a rather easy conquest. Bruce seemed to be attracted to strong women. But Amy WAS a strong woman, just vulnerable tonight. He was her best friend; he would know that more than anyone else. Hs still respected her. Didn't he?
Paranoia struck Amy like a bad flu. It just consumed her. She was anxious for Bruce to return and ease her fears. His absence just confirmed her doubts. She couldn't take anymore heartache or bad calls in her love life. A roll in the sack isn't the best way to start a relationship, but it felt so right. Not just physically correct, but it was an emotional release for her as well. None of that mattered if Bruce didn't reciprocate.
But why was he drinking? That just struck Amy. He didn't show for the wedding and was drinking. Very unlike Bruce. It was the whole reason Amy came to him in the first place. To let him know that she was hurt by his abandonment. Suddenly Amy recalled his response when she cried to him about not stopping her from making a big mistake: 'If you would've let me know for certain, I would've moved mountains to stop the wedding.' Bruce was sitting home all day in turmoil, just how Amy spent hers. These two belonged together, if anyone did.
Amy looked over at Bruce's nightstand. Simple and clean. Very Bruce. One nightstand contained a lamp and phone, the other an alarm clock and picture of Rebecca. Rebecca! Amy felt embarrassed wondering if Bruce's daughter heard them. There were pretty loud sounds and verbal exclamations in approval to what was taking place on Bruce's bed. Amy thought back to what had transpired between them again. Just the thought was arousing her again. But she waited patiently for Bruce to return.
She decided she should get dressed in case Rebecca was awake. Amy looked at the alarm clock again. It was only 8p. Her family had left at 5 for dinner. Obviously Rebecca wasn't home. Amy got up to get something on. Her clothes were still wet. She put Bruce's shirt on. It fit her like a dress. When she saw herself in the mirror by his closet, it reminded her of when she used to put on his shirts. Bruce was the biggest man Amy had ever been with. In every sense of the word.
So, she had a top; now for the bottom. A pair of boxers came to mind. She looked in Bruce's dresser. Oooh, a nice flannel pair. Amy hoped her instincts were right on Rebecca not being home; wearing Bruce's clothes would be obvious. Amy slipped on the boxers and decided to pick up the bedroom. She felt it was safer to wait for Bruce.
First, her wet clothes went on hangers to dry. Then she began to straighten the bed. Amy was bent over, smoothing the sheets as the door opened. Bruce looked around and then back at her. His smile showed his approval.
"I could get used to this." He walked toward Amy and scooped her up in his arms. He kissed her softly and put her down. They kept their arms around each other.
"Me too," was all Amy could get out. Bruce took her breath away and laid all her fears to rest at the same time.
"My shirt has never looked so good," he said as he looked down at Amy's body.
"I beg to differ Mr. Van Exel; it looked pretty good on you." Amy was able to regain some composure.
"Maybe I should take it back," Bruce playfully responded.
"Maybe you should." Amy leaned into Bruce bringing their hips together.
"Mmm. After dinner."
"Dinner?"
"Yeah. I cooked. Let's go eat."
Bruce grabbed Amy's hand and led her out of the bedroom.
"Something smells wonderful. Is Rebecca here?"
Just then they waked into the dining area. Bruce had lit candles. There were two plates, each with a very nice looking steak, baked potato and mixed veggies. The table also held a bowl containing a nice tossed salad. A pitcher of water was also on the table. Bruce turned toward Amy.
"No, Becca's with Winnie. I had reservations about your wedding and made her spent the weekend there. If Rebecca could read me better, she could've warned you yesterday. I'm glad she didn't."
"Bruce this is beautiful." Amy tip toed and kissed Bruce quickly in appreciation.
"Probably not as nice as your reception would've been, but I tried." He smiled and kissed her a little longer.
"Don't remind me about the wedding. I'm happy to be here with you. Really happy."
"Well let's start eating before the food gets cold and you won't be happy anymore." Bruce unwrapped his arms from around Amy, and pulled a chair out for her.
"Nothing could spoil my mood." Amy sat down but kept eye contact with Bruce. He pulled out his chair close to her.
"Well then lets hurry up and eat our food so we can get back to the bedroom and enhance your mood further," Bruce said coyly.
"Oooh, dinner AND desert." They finally broke their stare and began to eat.
"Bruce this steak is divine," Amy said savoring her food.
"Thank you. But that's either the alcohol speaking or the fact that you haven't eaten anything all day. I didn't do anything special."
"Quit being such a hard ass. It's good." Amy playfully responded.
"You seemed to like my hard ass in bed." Bruce shot back. They both had silly grins on.
"That I did sir. That I did. You have quite a few 'hard' features that I enjoyed in bed."
"Do I? I couldn't tell."
"Your neighbors might be able to fill you in."
"I rather you tell me." Bruce finished his plate. He pushed it aside and gazed at Amy.
"Ok" Amy meekly replied. She was getting weak with desire.
Bruce turned his attention back to the table. He refilled her glass of water.
"I don't think I'm going to have any more," Amy commented as she regained composure.
"You're going to need it. I wouldn't want you to get dehydrated. We have quite a workout ahead." Bruce teased her as he got up to clear the table.
Amy finished her last few bites of food. She got up and embraced him from behind in the kitchen. His bare chest and abs felt so good: soft smooth skin but hard muscles. He really did have a lot of nice 'hard' assets.
"We'll get this later. I'm ready for desert."
Bruce turned around. Amy could read the heavy desire in his eyes. She hoped he saw it in hers.
"Here or in the bedroom?"
She looked at the kitchen counter and slid out of the boxers she was wearing. Amy had a mischievous grin. Bruce returned the impish grin then picked her up and sat her on the counter. They stared intently at each other for a second; her hands on the counter, his on her hips. Amy then grabbed him by the neck and brought his face close to hers as she shoved her tongue in his mouth. They kissed passionately for a few moments until Bruce headed down her neck. He went up and down her neck, kissing and suckling her skin. He softly bit her earlobe. Amy moaned in delight as she caressed his torso with her hands. She wrapped her legs around him and could feel Bruce's 'delight' pressed against her.
Bruce stripped his shirt off of Amy and continued to nuzzle her body. Amy tightened her grip on him with her legs. She started to moan a request; she pleaded to Bruce to enter her at that very instant. Her requests were obscene and becoming louder by the second. She pawed at his pants; she wasn't in a position to unfasten them now. Bruce looked briefly at Amy and saw her despair. He continued to caress her with his mouth while he undid his pants. Amy sprung into action.
They moved in unison as if they had been long time lovers. Amy dug her nails into Bruce's back, shoulders and neck. It was her reaction to each pinnacle she obtained during their love making. Bruce tried to keep his tongue in her mouth as a way of keeping her quiet. The kitchen wasn't far from the front door and he really didn't want the neighbors to keep account of what was happening in his apartment. Besides, Amy's screams kept moving him closer to climaxing. He didn't want to stop until Amy was thoroughly satisfied, but it was a lot more difficult to control this time. He quickly realized the source of his difficulty; he was unprotected.
Amy furiously snapped away from his kiss and begged him to finish. Her body tensed and Bruce could tell she wouldn't be able to take much more. He whispered in her ear that he loved her and pulled away to conclude business. Amy was confused at first, but quickly realized the reason for his actions. She gave him small soft kisses all over his face in gratitude. They held each other in an embrace for a few moments, relishing the experience. Bruce then carried Amy to his bedroom where they both went to sleep. For a little while...
The truth of the matter was: she had been in love with Bruce for a long time. But every time they got close, he pushed her away. Well, he was always there for her in her times of need, but whenever she got close to him –he closed up. Amy remembered the nightmare they endured when Rebecca had wandered off and had a seizure at the courthouse. Bruce loved his daughter as much as Amy loved Lauren. Amy felt that he really leaned on her and opened up to her. Leaned on her. She was happy to provide him comfort; he had comforted her so many times. Bruce was the best man she knew next to her father. She couldn't imagine not having him in her life. And then came Zola Knox.
Zola would have a field day once she found out about Bruce and Amy. Amy found it really amusing; Zola had known it all along. All the insinuations and innuendos were right. Well, Amy was never good at putting on a show, but Bruce was. After all, he had fooled Amy all this time. Or was this a mistake?
Amy's heart dropped. Would Bruce dismiss this as a moment of weakness? Would he return regretting what just took place? She would be devastated if he did. She realized that this meant more than sex to her. This was love realized. But did Bruce see it that way?
She tasted cognac in his mouth. He had been drinking, unlike the last time they had a romantic encounter. Was this another indiscretion on their part? No. Amy didn't want to think of it this way. Bruce was her best friend. The person who always lifted her up when she was down. He was there to catch her all the times she fell. Amy was insecure and needy, Bruce reassured her and gave her the attention she so desired. All the dating fiascos she had, Bruce was always there to pick up the pieces and put her back together. Though she was older, Amy looked to Bruce for guidance. She didn't always listen to everything he said, but she knew he was full of wisdom. And she respected him deeply.
Would he still respect her? It was a rather easy conquest. Bruce seemed to be attracted to strong women. But Amy WAS a strong woman, just vulnerable tonight. He was her best friend; he would know that more than anyone else. Hs still respected her. Didn't he?
Paranoia struck Amy like a bad flu. It just consumed her. She was anxious for Bruce to return and ease her fears. His absence just confirmed her doubts. She couldn't take anymore heartache or bad calls in her love life. A roll in the sack isn't the best way to start a relationship, but it felt so right. Not just physically correct, but it was an emotional release for her as well. None of that mattered if Bruce didn't reciprocate.
But why was he drinking? That just struck Amy. He didn't show for the wedding and was drinking. Very unlike Bruce. It was the whole reason Amy came to him in the first place. To let him know that she was hurt by his abandonment. Suddenly Amy recalled his response when she cried to him about not stopping her from making a big mistake: 'If you would've let me know for certain, I would've moved mountains to stop the wedding.' Bruce was sitting home all day in turmoil, just how Amy spent hers. These two belonged together, if anyone did.
Amy looked over at Bruce's nightstand. Simple and clean. Very Bruce. One nightstand contained a lamp and phone, the other an alarm clock and picture of Rebecca. Rebecca! Amy felt embarrassed wondering if Bruce's daughter heard them. There were pretty loud sounds and verbal exclamations in approval to what was taking place on Bruce's bed. Amy thought back to what had transpired between them again. Just the thought was arousing her again. But she waited patiently for Bruce to return.
She decided she should get dressed in case Rebecca was awake. Amy looked at the alarm clock again. It was only 8p. Her family had left at 5 for dinner. Obviously Rebecca wasn't home. Amy got up to get something on. Her clothes were still wet. She put Bruce's shirt on. It fit her like a dress. When she saw herself in the mirror by his closet, it reminded her of when she used to put on his shirts. Bruce was the biggest man Amy had ever been with. In every sense of the word.
So, she had a top; now for the bottom. A pair of boxers came to mind. She looked in Bruce's dresser. Oooh, a nice flannel pair. Amy hoped her instincts were right on Rebecca not being home; wearing Bruce's clothes would be obvious. Amy slipped on the boxers and decided to pick up the bedroom. She felt it was safer to wait for Bruce.
First, her wet clothes went on hangers to dry. Then she began to straighten the bed. Amy was bent over, smoothing the sheets as the door opened. Bruce looked around and then back at her. His smile showed his approval.
"I could get used to this." He walked toward Amy and scooped her up in his arms. He kissed her softly and put her down. They kept their arms around each other.
"Me too," was all Amy could get out. Bruce took her breath away and laid all her fears to rest at the same time.
"My shirt has never looked so good," he said as he looked down at Amy's body.
"I beg to differ Mr. Van Exel; it looked pretty good on you." Amy was able to regain some composure.
"Maybe I should take it back," Bruce playfully responded.
"Maybe you should." Amy leaned into Bruce bringing their hips together.
"Mmm. After dinner."
"Dinner?"
"Yeah. I cooked. Let's go eat."
Bruce grabbed Amy's hand and led her out of the bedroom.
"Something smells wonderful. Is Rebecca here?"
Just then they waked into the dining area. Bruce had lit candles. There were two plates, each with a very nice looking steak, baked potato and mixed veggies. The table also held a bowl containing a nice tossed salad. A pitcher of water was also on the table. Bruce turned toward Amy.
"No, Becca's with Winnie. I had reservations about your wedding and made her spent the weekend there. If Rebecca could read me better, she could've warned you yesterday. I'm glad she didn't."
"Bruce this is beautiful." Amy tip toed and kissed Bruce quickly in appreciation.
"Probably not as nice as your reception would've been, but I tried." He smiled and kissed her a little longer.
"Don't remind me about the wedding. I'm happy to be here with you. Really happy."
"Well let's start eating before the food gets cold and you won't be happy anymore." Bruce unwrapped his arms from around Amy, and pulled a chair out for her.
"Nothing could spoil my mood." Amy sat down but kept eye contact with Bruce. He pulled out his chair close to her.
"Well then lets hurry up and eat our food so we can get back to the bedroom and enhance your mood further," Bruce said coyly.
"Oooh, dinner AND desert." They finally broke their stare and began to eat.
"Bruce this steak is divine," Amy said savoring her food.
"Thank you. But that's either the alcohol speaking or the fact that you haven't eaten anything all day. I didn't do anything special."
"Quit being such a hard ass. It's good." Amy playfully responded.
"You seemed to like my hard ass in bed." Bruce shot back. They both had silly grins on.
"That I did sir. That I did. You have quite a few 'hard' features that I enjoyed in bed."
"Do I? I couldn't tell."
"Your neighbors might be able to fill you in."
"I rather you tell me." Bruce finished his plate. He pushed it aside and gazed at Amy.
"Ok" Amy meekly replied. She was getting weak with desire.
Bruce turned his attention back to the table. He refilled her glass of water.
"I don't think I'm going to have any more," Amy commented as she regained composure.
"You're going to need it. I wouldn't want you to get dehydrated. We have quite a workout ahead." Bruce teased her as he got up to clear the table.
Amy finished her last few bites of food. She got up and embraced him from behind in the kitchen. His bare chest and abs felt so good: soft smooth skin but hard muscles. He really did have a lot of nice 'hard' assets.
"We'll get this later. I'm ready for desert."
Bruce turned around. Amy could read the heavy desire in his eyes. She hoped he saw it in hers.
"Here or in the bedroom?"
She looked at the kitchen counter and slid out of the boxers she was wearing. Amy had a mischievous grin. Bruce returned the impish grin then picked her up and sat her on the counter. They stared intently at each other for a second; her hands on the counter, his on her hips. Amy then grabbed him by the neck and brought his face close to hers as she shoved her tongue in his mouth. They kissed passionately for a few moments until Bruce headed down her neck. He went up and down her neck, kissing and suckling her skin. He softly bit her earlobe. Amy moaned in delight as she caressed his torso with her hands. She wrapped her legs around him and could feel Bruce's 'delight' pressed against her.
Bruce stripped his shirt off of Amy and continued to nuzzle her body. Amy tightened her grip on him with her legs. She started to moan a request; she pleaded to Bruce to enter her at that very instant. Her requests were obscene and becoming louder by the second. She pawed at his pants; she wasn't in a position to unfasten them now. Bruce looked briefly at Amy and saw her despair. He continued to caress her with his mouth while he undid his pants. Amy sprung into action.
They moved in unison as if they had been long time lovers. Amy dug her nails into Bruce's back, shoulders and neck. It was her reaction to each pinnacle she obtained during their love making. Bruce tried to keep his tongue in her mouth as a way of keeping her quiet. The kitchen wasn't far from the front door and he really didn't want the neighbors to keep account of what was happening in his apartment. Besides, Amy's screams kept moving him closer to climaxing. He didn't want to stop until Amy was thoroughly satisfied, but it was a lot more difficult to control this time. He quickly realized the source of his difficulty; he was unprotected.
Amy furiously snapped away from his kiss and begged him to finish. Her body tensed and Bruce could tell she wouldn't be able to take much more. He whispered in her ear that he loved her and pulled away to conclude business. Amy was confused at first, but quickly realized the reason for his actions. She gave him small soft kisses all over his face in gratitude. They held each other in an embrace for a few moments, relishing the experience. Bruce then carried Amy to his bedroom where they both went to sleep. For a little while...