The Fabulous Morning After

The next morning was, at the very least, a little different from the way I usually got up and began my day; For one, Bosco was sleeping very contentedly beside me, his eyes sewn shut tight, his hair rumpled and boyishly rugged looking and he was naked as the day he was born, as was I.; It was not the way I had envisioned my morning after my date with Sean Kelly.

Which was a whole other story; one that I'd have to unravel as soon as I could talk to him and try to explain that I couldn't see him because I was in love with the one man that I thought I could never have. How was that going to work?

I knew that it was uncouth and very unladylike to have gone on a date with one man and ended up in bed with another; the very thought that I was capable of not only acting like a man, but pulling it off with such an explosion of emotion and passion, made me feel sexy. I relished the fact that I had Bosco going crazy by what I was doing to him; he called out my name, he looked at me with such emotion; raw and uninhibited, that I knew he loved me too.

Even though he hadn't said it I knew that it was true. It hadn't been a mistake to go out with his best friend; In truth, it had brought us together. It had made Bosco decide to be truthful with his emotions and for that I knew that I would always be indebted to Sean Kelly. And even though the road had been rocky and the detour's hard to choose, the destination had been the same from the very beginning. The only hard part would be the explanation.

I rolled over and snuggled closer to him and shut my eyes again, just for a second. It was seven o'clock and the last time I had checked the clock it is five fifteen. I felt like I had been run over by a Mack truck; and then backed up and run over again, just for good measure.

I couldn't believe that I had actually slept with my partner of almost thirteen years. There had been so many nights I"d envisioned what could have transpired between us; so many times I'd wondered what it would be like to make love to him; and now, it was a reality. We had done what I swore we would never do; We'd made love.

It made me realize that in all of my years being married to Fred, I'd never once made love. I'd never experienced the kind of emotion that swept you away and made you sweat bullets; the raw desire of having that person devour you and make you theirs, to not ever be close enough and to wish that it would never end, was what I had been missing all along. To have a man inside of me who belonged there was utterly amazing.

By seven twenty three, my snooze button was again blaring, jarring me awake from a much needed sleep. I groaned and rolled out of my partner's tight embrace and jabbed the damn button, hoping that I'd inflicted some pain on it and then turned over and traced my fingertip along his stubble.

"Hey there, sleeping beauty." I said in my sexiest voice, which turned out to be quite croaky and almost phlegmy sounding. I really had drunk too much the night before. I cleared my throat and tried again. "Bos, it's time to get up."

"One more minute." He mumbled, throwing his arm around my waist and snuggling his head into my bosom. "We just laid down a second ago."

I caressed his head with my free hand. "You poor thing. Would it make it better for you if I put on some coffee?"

"Uh, uh." He said, snuggling closer. "It would make it better if you stayed in bed and showed me how much you appreciate me."

I laughed, for I certainly felt like showing him anything he wanted, but now was not the time. "I'd love to, believe me, but will you still be this happy when we're both unemployed?"

No response.

"Would it make you happy if I told you that you'll be greatly rewarded later on tonight, for your outstanding efforts today?" I asked, leaning down and giving him a kiss on one rough cheek. "Maybe with some chocolate and whip cream?"

That worked.

He grumbled and groaned as I peeled myself away and got up to get dressed. I pulled a tiny pair of blue bikini panties over my hips and received a whistle.

"Don't know how we lasted years without doin this." He said, gravel voiced, rolling over and resting his head on his elbow. "You're amazin, Faith."

I grinned, for I knew it was true (the part about us lasting so long). "Well, if it had of happened earlier we woulda been having an affair."

He sighed and shook his head at me, grinning. "Sure woulda been worth it."

"Get up and get dressed. Christopher is doing the first shift and I'm sure he'd love to tell Lieu if we were late."

He made a sour face. Classic Bosco. "So, I'd love to tell him exactly why we were late this morning." He said, chuckling nastily. "It'd wipe the smirk right off of his jag-off face. Seein as he never gets any."

I laughed. "Get dressed, Bos. We have to be there in like fifteen minutes."

"Only if you promise to get undressed as soon as we're done." He called after me as I walked out into the kitchen to put two cups of water into the microwave to boil quickly. Upon noting the time, I decided to leave the coffee and finish getting dressed. He was in the bathroom when I got back to my bedroom and pulled on a pair of jeans and a white t-shirt.

I looked around the scene of our love making with a sense of longing in my heart; the bed sheets were wrapped in a tight ball, the lamp beside the bed was knocked over; the pillows all over the place. I closed my eyes and remembered him beside me, on top of me, inside me, making me want and need in all the right places; educating me in the pleasures that could be had between two people who seemed like they were the only humans left alive on planet earth; We had been wild in our need to have each other. No matter what happened from here on out, I knew that I would look back on that night with a burning in my heart; I had tasted the wildness and the passion that burned deeply between a man and a woman and I would never return to the mundaneness of anything else. My partner had taught me well.

I sat down on the bed and put on a pair of blue socks. I wondered exactly what would happen now. I mean, I knew that we were immensely attracted to one another; almost like two animals. We were primal and lust filled when it came to each other the night before, but did it mean that we were going to continue on this path? Would he still date other women? Would I still date other men?

There were so many questions running through my mind, each of them important in their own right, but I decided to let him bring up the subject. There was no way that I was going to start asking questions the day after.

Bosco met me in the kitchen, already dressed and ready to go. He wrapped his arms around me from behind and hugged me tightly. I loved the way I felt in his arms; so safe and secure, like nothing could touch me, nothing could hurt me when he was by my side. I leaned my head back against his strong chest and closed my eyes.

"Whatcha thinkin about?" He asked, in a low husky voice. "Last night?"

"Ummmm...last night was amazing, Bos." I said, turning into his embrace and looking him strait in the eye. "I never thought that it could be so good."

"Sex?"

"Ya."

He reached out and tucked a stray bit of hair behind my ear. "That's because it wasn't sex, Faith. It was making love." He said sweetly. "You're the first woman I've ever made love to and now I know why everyone says it's better that way."

He touched my heart, my soul, as we stood there together, not breaking eye contact, just staring into each other's eyes. We broke apart only when we realized that we were most definitely late for work. We'd be at least twenty minutes late and Christopher would have our asses. Although, that morning it was almost the last thing on my mind. I was too happy to get worked up over it.

"One thing, though." He said, as we put on our shoes. "One thing that you gotta promise me."

"What's that?" I asked, as I pulled on my jean jacket and pulled my hair out from underneath so it could hang down my back.

"You have to promise me that you aren't gonna see Sean again." He said, as he put his leather jacket on. "At least not for a date."

I stopped what I was doing and stared at him. " Did you really think I was just gonna call him up and continue on from there?"

He grinned at me again and narrowed his eyes. "Not likely, but I thought that I'd say it anyway."

I nodded my head. "Oh, just to get it out there, right?" I asked, as we exited the apartment and slammed the door. "And does this apply to you, Mr. Boscorelli?"

"Of course it does." He said, grabbing for my hand and squeezing it tightly. "Who else could ever compare to you?" He said sweetly.

I laughed. "Good line, Bos."

"It wasn't a line." He said indignantly as he unlocked the door to the Mustang. "I meant every word I said. There's no one else I'd want to date." He said, pretending to be hurt. "Now that I have you." He added.

I got inside the car and reached over and unlocked his door. He slid in and turned the key and put it in reverse.

"How did you know that I'd not date anyone else?" I asked, looking over at him to watch his expression.

"Why would you?"

"Date anyone else, you mean?"

He nodded. "Ya. You had me and you loved it. There's no need for you to elsewhere when you have all of this." He said arrogantly, pointing at himself. My mouth dropped open at his ego trip and he winked at me.

"Oh you are too much." I said, rolling my eyes, but there was no denying the truth. I'd never want anyone else to touch me after last night.

"Sides, I bet no other guy ever made you moan that loud before." He said mockingly, making a silly face at me.

My face flushed red and I reached over and cuffed him behind the ear. "Shut up."

"You know you wanted it. Once you've had the Boscorelli, you never go back to second best." He bragged, licking his lips suggestively at me.

My Bosco. He never changed.

And I wouldn't want him any other way.