Sin: Lust
The ring of the doorbell woke him up. The red lights of his alarm clock shone a bright 5:30. He groaned and turned around, deciding to let whoever was at the door wait there until they got the hint.
They didn't.
After ten minutes of incessant ringing he finally gave in. He made his way to the front door (cursing the whole way) and yanked the door open with an irritated "What do you…oh."
He found his entire annoyed resolve fade when he saw who was in front of him. Neela's big brown eyes gazed up at him, sad but determined.
"You and I," she said, voice trembling, "have to talk."
"Okay," he said, stepping aside to let her in. She turned around to face him as he closed the door behind her. She kept herself, and with that him, close to the door. Like she wanted to have a nearby exit for when she forgot her speech and ran away. He looked at her intensely, anticipating her words. He wasn't expecting much good.
"He wants a divorce." She said quickly. She really, really wanted to get this out as fast as she could. "He wants a divorce and I think he has a point."
His eyes went wide, he had not been expecting that. He opened his mouth to say something, closed it again and finally uttered: "You're sure?"
"Pretty damn sure, yeah." She's got tears in her eyes and a slight smile on her face. "He's got the papers and everything. Said he'd been thinking about it for a while."
"You've only been married for a little while." Ray said. He wasn't entirely sure why he said it. Not sure why he was defending this fucked up marriage. "Bastard not even giving you a chance to–"
She cuts him off: "Stop it! Do not try to make me feel better. Do not blame this all on him!" She took a deep breath. "This is…mostly my fault. I married him and I lost you and I got confused. I didn't know how to act and he didn't know how to act and you didn't know how to act. It is not just his fault."
"Doesn't mean I can't blame him." He is nothing if not stubborn.
"Ray." She sounds like herself again, bossy and annoyed by him. He smiles. She rolls her eyes and continues, determined, focused: "The roles got mixed up and we all got dizzy. This is the only way to fix it. We put the roles back. And I've been thinking about it, you know. And I can't for the life of me think of what we really were. Were we co-workers? Were we roommates? What were we, Ray?"
They'd been friends. Good friends. Best friends. And that was nice and all, but it hadn't been enough then. Not for him, anyway. Not for her either, honestly. It definitely didn't feel like enough now.
She looked at him hopefully, expectant. She was giving him an out, he knew. She was giving him the chance to say the right thing. Take a chance or break a heart. One or the other. Just do it, Ray, just put me out of my misery, her eyes pleaded. Her heart was pounding in her chest.
He smiled. "We were…perfect. Almost."
"Almost?"
"Almost." He nodded, stared at her and decided to take his chance. He brought his hands to her face and pulled her to him.
"I'm still married." She muttered.
He didn't stop smiling. "I really don't care right now."
With that he crushed his lips to hers. The kiss grew more passionate by the second – minute, hour, eternity – his hands were in her hair, she started tugging his shirt up.
Soon his shirt was gone, then hers. Her bra was discarded so fast she didn't even notice it gone. Until they hit the door. The feeling of the cool surface of the door shook Neela out of her haze. She broke their heated kiss and looked up at him. He looked back, confused as to why she suddenly stopped. He noticed the fear, the hesitancy, in her eyes.
"You. Are. Perfect." He said earnestly. She kissed him softly.
Their hands simultaneously reached for his belt buckle. He stared at her intensely, questioningly. This was all too good to be true. God.
"Okay." She said, partly to sooth his nerves, partly to sooth her own.
He smiled, once again, not thinking he'd ever stop. "Okay."
And before they knew it the belt had gone. And her skirt. His jeans. Her panties. His boxers. When he finally, goddamn finally, felt her naked body against his he hesitated once more, unsure if this wasn't really all some crazy dream.
She kissed him again, pulled him closer, pushing herself closer to the door, and murmured: "I need you."
That was really all he needed to hear.
When she left, much later that day, there was a crack in the door and a smile glued to their faces.
-FIN-