Two:
I woke up the next morning with a heavy weight on my chest. It took me a minute to realise who it was. The events of last night came flooding back. I'd slept with Brad. My supervisor.
I looked at him, his blond hair now ungelled, flopping over his head.
"Brad" I whisper. He didn't stir. "Brad!"
Nothing. Slowly I trace my hand down his chest until I reach my destination. That does the trick. "Mmmm" he mumbles and open's his eyes. "Hey" he says.
"Hey yourself" then we kiss and my hands move through his hair. "You hungry?" I ask. He stretches and moves closer to me. He doesn't answer, instead he kisses me. Needless to say we don't have breakfast for several hours.
The next morning he calls me to his office. As soon as the door is shut we're kissing, hands roaming everywhere. I break away. "Brad this is wrong"
He looks away, out the window, his eyes focusing on nothing in particular. " I know" he says.
"You're my supervisor!" He interrupts me. "Dammit Monica I know the rules" He takes my hand. "I don't want to stop seeing you" he says gently. "But Brad, what if we get caught...?"
"We won't, we just have to be careful" He leans in for another kiss. Against my own intentions to be careful, I kiss him back and we lock the door.
The following night we go out to dinner and then back to his apartment. It's very clean and tidy, just like his work persona. Everything work related goes into his study. It's the only room he doesn't show me. We go into his bedroom and stretch out kissing on his bed. All clothing is removed. I move my hands around his erection, eliciting a guttural moan from Brad. I need him inside me. I straddle him and when he's inside of me I move slowly, up and down, around, up and down, around. I open my eyes to find him staring at me intently. His hands move to my breasts while I move on top of him. Suddenly he leans forward and takes my right nipple in his mouth, teasing it with his tongue. I cry out his name but carry on moving, up down, around until the sensations of him at my breasts and his cock get too much. I begin moving faster until I can't control it any more. "Oh God...Brad!" He came when I did which pushed me over the edge even more.
I collapse on top of him, exhausted and he kisses my cheeks and moves his hands down to my ass. I laugh, not caring about anything, not caring about the silly anti-fraternization rules, just caring about how good it felt to be in his arms.
Over breakfast I ask him what would happen if we were caught. He didn't look surprised that I asked.
"Monica honey, don't think about that"
"But what if we do?"
He moved next to me and looked me in the eyes. "Transfer" He looks at me quizzically. "Weren't you told this in training?"
Maybe, I think. But I never thought it would apply to me.
One morning we're lying in bed, slightly sweaty from sex, I'm on my side , lightly dozing but I can feel him watching me. I'm half asleep anyway so I don't really pay attention. "Monica" he whispers, and strokes my hair away from my face. "Monica" he tries again. I mumble something which I hope passes for yes. "I want you to know that I hope you don't think that this is just casual sex"
I didn't.
"Monica" his voice was shaking a little. I opened my eyes and looked into his. "Monica...I think I'm falling in love with you" he faltered. "No...I know I'm falling in love with you"
He waited for my reply. I sat up, his eyes still locked with mine. "I love you too Brad" I said simply.
We were so careful not to get caught. I voiced my worries to him again. At this point we had been seeing each other for a year. All he had said to me was "Don't you find it slightly sexy? sneakin' around like this?" I had to agree. A secret love affair was something I'd never thought I'd do. It was funny to see him at work, all serious and buttoned up, clean and presentable. He was very daring, we made love in my office, the bathroom, his office. As my father would say "We were crazy kids in love"
12 blissful months, I doubted any other relationship I could have would be as intense as it was with Brad.
But a few years later, it all started to go wrong.
We were at his apartment, which in essence had become 'my' apartment since I was always there. We were dozing in his bed when the phone rang. He answered sleepily "Brad Follmer" I smiled to myself. Always the professional. Brad was silent for a while, and as the other person talked, his face grew more serious. "I will be right there" he said in a clenched tone. He threw the phone down. "Fuck!"
"Brad?" I said concerned. He got out of bed and started pulling on clothes. "Brad what's wrong?" He finished dressing and gave me a kiss. "You'll find out tomorrow, just don't worry" "What's going on?" I said nervously. "I'll phone you later, okay?" and then he was gone.
The sound of the phone ringing woke me up from my restless sleep. I leaned over to answer it. "Hello" I said groggily. "Hey it's me" His tone was urgent. "Brad what is it?" I knew I sounded worried. "You've got to come down here Mon" he sighed and I pictured him holding his head in his hands. "There's a meeting in my office, you've been assigned a case. Please be here in a hour" He hung up. I smiled ruefully, professional to the core. The phone rang again. It was Brad. "Love you" he said. "Love you too"