It was cold in the house that morning. They turned the heat off the day before and opened up some windows to clear the air inside. After a long winter the fresh air was welcomed, but no one bothered to close the windows after it got dark. So it was natural to wake up and think first about warming each other up. Right after the first warm up they both fell back to sleep for a couple of hours.
Margaret opened her eyes and tried to focus on the clock sitting on the nightstand. Something was poking her in the back and she knew exactly what it was. She was pressed tightly against her husband. Finally the clock came into focus. It was already after ten o'clock. It was Sunday and they didn't have anywhere to be. There was really no sense in waking him up and she was comfortable wrapped in his embrace, except for one thing.
She pulled away slightly and tried to adjust to a more comfortable position, but he followed her. That was strange, usually when she did that he stayed right where he was and sometimes even rolled onto his back. Margaret turned in his is arms to face him. He was smiling, eyes still closed.
"Who knew that a year after being married you would still have the sex drive of a nineteen year old."
"I told you I would." He kissed her. "You didn't believe me."
She shook her head. "And you've made me the same way."
"That's all part of my master plan." Hawkeye threw the covers over their heads. "It's too cold out there." Underneath the big down comforter it was warm and cozy. The world was a much smaller place in their pocket of warmth.
"You have a master plan?"
"I've completed most of it."
"Why haven't I heard of this plan of yours?"
"It's a secret." He pushed her onto her back and lay between her legs.
She shook her head. He was something else. "Can you share the secret with me?"
He kissed her and then looked at her. "I guess I could tell you." He went back to kissing her and fondling her.
"Mmmm." After a few minutes she pushed his mouth away from her breast. "Tell me your plan."
"Later," he mumbled.
"Please, please, please."
Hawkeye whispered in her ear. She was grinning and squirming from the way his warm breath was tickling her neck. "Don't tell anyone."
"Your secret is safe with me."
"Now can I ravish my wife?"
"By all means."
It was a few minutes later and they were both really into it. Hawkeye was grunting and groaning and Margaret was moaning and on the verge of screaming when the phone rang. He didn't stop, but she did. The telephone was right there on the nightstand and the ringing was very loud.
"Uh..Hawk…"
"No." He hated when they answer the phone during sex.
"I should answer it." Her words came out breathlessly. She pushed the covers down and reached for the phone to her right. He stayed on her. "Hello?"
"Who is it?" He whispered.
"Hi Mom. Oh, fine. Yeah I'm fine. I just ran up the stairs."
Hawkeye grinned. "Just tell her the truth. We were making made passionate love."
"Shh. Yes, he said hello." He began moving his hips and she clamped her legs around him. That didn't do anything. Margaret covered the phone with her hand. "Will you stop that!"
He gave one last thrust and then behaved himself. He waited as patiently as he could while half listening to the conversation. Eventually he got bored and his mouth once again zeroed on in her breasts.
"Okay, I'll talk to you later. Bye Mom." She hung up the phone.
"Thank God. I didn't think that woman was ever going to get off the phone."
"You could have gotten us caught."
"We can make love all we want. We have the license now." He kissed her lips. "What did she want?"
"I'll tell you after."
"Sounds fair."
After they were finished they laid together in a heap sweating and panting heavily. Margaret ended up on top by the end and was now lying on him with her face buried in his neck. When coherent thought crept back into his head he asked her again what her mother wanted.
"Oh, that."
"Yes, that." He was gently stroking her back.
She kept her face buried. "They're coming to stay with us next weekend."
Hawkeye froze. That couldn't be. He liked his in-laws well enough as long as they stayed at their home down in North Carolina. "What?"
"They'll be here Friday afternoon."
He just shook his head.