Dexter rolled over again, unable to get comfortable on the couch or stop the memories from flooding back to him. Things would never ever be normal between them again. They could probably both pretend for Deb's sake, but he was beginning to seriously question why she had even returned in the first place. That night after they had sex, she'd left so fast that he assumed she must have thought it was a mistake. She never spoke of it again and neither did he. Their encounters from there on out were awkward to say the least.
Dexter finally got up and went into the kitchen for a glass of water. He was too restless to lay awake like that.
Absentmindedly, he retrieved a glass from the cabinet and then opened the freezer door for some ice cubes.
As he shut the freezer door, he nearly jumped out of his skin and dropped the ice tray he held in his hands.
"Jesus Christ!"
"I'm sorry!" Sarah was standing before him wearing nothing but a thin, light blue tank top and a pair of black underwear.
He forced his eyes back to her face.
"What the hell are you doing?" He laid the ice cube tray on the counter and glared back at her.
"Enough of the bullshit. I need to know how you really feel about…that night," Sarah murmured boldly.
Dexter paused as he studied her face.
"And you think now is the time to talk about it?"
She shrugged her shoulders and crossed her arms across her chest, covering her breasts.
"How did you feel about it?" he asked softly.
"I…I can't stop thinking about it," she whispered.
Dexter raised his eyebrows at her bold proclamation. He was already a little turned on from remembering their last encounter.
He paused for a moment, listening to the silence around them.
Is this really happening?
He tilted his head at her as he felt a smile form on his lips.
Fuck it.
Dexter stepped closer to her and leaned in so that he could whisper in her ear.
"Is Deb asleep?"
Sarah breathed in sharply. "Yeah."
Dexter leaned in to kiss her neck. She sighed as she stretched her neck out to him.
He chuckled softly. He ran both of his hands up the back of her arms until he reached her shoulders.
She turned her head to kiss him.
She obviously didn't regret it that much.
Dexter broke their kiss and gently shoved her towards the counter, testing her.
She went willingly, leaning over it and poking her butt up towards him.
Remembering what having sex with her was like the first time definitely made him want to go for it again. She must have liked it as much as he did.
Dexter wrapped his arms around her and kissed her neck, but she was fumbling with his underwear.
We don't have time for foreplay anyway.
Dexter pulled her black underwear down her legs and pulled himself out of his boxers.
He pushed himself inside of her and she gasped aloud. Probably too loud, considering their situation, but in the moment, Dexter didn't care. It only turned him on more. Like the last time, he lost himself inside her. He wasn't thinking about anything except what they were doing. As he pounded inside her, she pushed back against him, matching his pace. He held her waist. Ever few moments, she would let small noises escape her lips and he'd briefly think of the repercussions of what they were doing, but none of that mattered. That is, until he heard the noise.
Dexter and Sarah both heard the bedroom door open and they both reacted immediately.
Sarah pulled away from him and pulled her underwear up in one quick motion. She ducked to the other side of the counter and Dexter tucked himself back into his underwear and fell to the floor, catching himself, barely, in push up form. It was as if they had planned their reactions beforehand.
He did a few quick push-ups and looked up as Deb entered the kitchen.
"What the fuck are you doing?" Deb questioned as she rubbed at one of her eyes.
"Push ups," Dexter casually looked up to her after he did a few more.
"At fucking 3 in the morning?" Deb looked irritated and confused in her baggy pajamas.
"You like to exercise at night. I just couldn't sleep. Did I wake you?"
"Oooookay then…But No. I don't think so…. Do you know where Sarah is though?"
"Oh, she said she had a phone call. She stepped outside so she wouldn't disturb us," Dexter lied as he prayed she wouldn't spot her hiding behind the counter.
Deb raised her eyebrows in confusion.
"Who was it?"
Dexter climbed to his feet. "I don't know," he shrugged his shoulders as he tried to steady his breathing.
"Do you think she's acting weird?" Deb questioned.
"Uh, I hadn't noticed," Dexter murmured as he fiddled with the ice cubes in the tray.
Deb paused and chewed at her bottom lip as if she was thinking.
Dexter could feel himself becoming increasingly nervous. All Deb had to do was walk a little further into the kitchen and she would spot her.
"Well…I'm going back to sleep. Make sure she gets back in safe, will ya?" Deb turned away from him.
"Yeah I will," Dexter watched Deb head back to the bedroom and he breathed a deep sigh of relief when he heard the bedroom door shut.
He turned back just in time to see Sarah easing back to her feet on the other side of the counter.
Her teeth were clenched in a nervous expression.
"That was so close," She breathed out lowly.
Dexter breathed out tiredly. "Yeah."
He felt a little awkward again, like the last time they had given in except not as satisfied.
"We uh," she paused and Dexter looked up at her as she ran her hands through her now messy hair.
"We have to be more careful," she whispered. "What time does Deb normally leave for work?"
Dexter raised his eyebrows.