As Anastasia drove home from work she could not stop herself from hoping that Christian had not really got dressed or left her bedroom at all. He had been all she thought about during her meeting. The pulsating veins running down his neck and torso to places she wished she could have explored that little bit more before saying goodbye to him.

All was quiet when her key slid into the door. Slipping off her shoes and dropping her bag and her jacket on the table in the hallway she padded into the kitchen. Alan, her cat, had perched herself on the kitchen bench, her tail swishing back and forth thoughtfully.

Anastasia sighed as she unbuttoned the top half of her blouse, relishing the freedom it brought her breath. She opened a cupboard and pulled out a can of sausage flavoured cat food, waving it before Alan's expectant eyes. The cat purred as she spooned the chunky, meaty smelling contents into her bowl. She noticed that her cat had become significantly more rounded recently.

"Maybe I should start feeding you less, chubby girl." She murmured somewhat vaguely.

Then suddenly she heard the doorbell rang.

She told herself not to be stupid as the hope for Christian's return predictably became the first thought to cross her mind. He won't come back, she told herself firmly, this morning was one of those events that you're not meant to follow up. But when she opened the door her heart faltered a little.

The man on her doorstep stood tall and immaculate in his suit. A suit that made her legs go a little weak in it's slim fit and deep navy blue colour. The green themed paisley bow tie below his chin complemented his precisely styled red hair with its thin side burns dripping lustrously down his chiseled jaw. Who is this man, she thought with an inkling of a hope, it can't be…

"Is it… Is it really you?" Her eyes were huge.

"Let's just say I'm not quite the man you met this morning, yet even more that man at the same time."

"Well you've certainly taken a step forward in terms of entrance etiquette." She joked.

"I've taken a step forward in terms of many things, Anastasia. You see, this morning I woke up to yet another day in my search for inspiration and I finally found it."

His words made her tingle with satisfaction and excitement for all the further inspiration she wished to give him. "What do you need inspiration for?" She queried.

"Oh, just this project I'm working on. Its pretty under the radar. See, I am writing a novel but before I found it difficult to find myself a bond with nature that was strong enough to produce a work of any significance." He was no longer nervous about the fact he had spent his past two years in a dumpster. "In search of a deeper understanding of raw nature, I sold everything I owned and sought a life living simply off the streets and that which came before me naturally."

She noticed the deep musty smell she had enjoyed that morning was missing from him, then realised, after his tale of adventure, that the smell was not of him but indeed of the rubbish he had made his neighbor for the past two years. Despite this, she still was not repulsed by it.

"So you were the crazy man they were hiding from in the street this morning?"

"Yeah, that was me. Although I feel that they judged me a little too quickly…"

"Don't feel bad about it, I'm certainly glad they judged you the way they did." She held his gaze and slowly began to unbutton the rest of her blouse.

He cleared his throat. "Anyway, I'm here to ask you to come to dinner with me. I managed to find time to purchase myself a car amongst the reestablishment of my life today."

She had reached the bottom of her buttons by now. "I'd love to!" She smiled excitedly yet still somehow seductively. "Only I'll have to have a shower before we leave."

That was all she needed to say.

Their clothes were off in an instant and the bathroom was soon a wonderland of steam and nudity. Christian breathed in deeply. The smell of strawberries once again filled his nostrils. He pressed his mouth against her skin to try and taste it, to bring her into him through all of his senses. But before he knew it his teeth had closed around her shoulder. Her body was pressed against the wall of the shower, water streaming over her, over both of them.

The small white bathroom had become so full of steam that most of the room was obscured. The mist shrouded her body. He blew softly down the center of her chest, past her belly button, forging a path right to the object of his search. He slammed her body to the wall again, her legs clamping around his slim hips. She relished the feeling of his dominance, of being pushed around by a gorgeous patriarchal figure that had come charging into her life with such a force.

In time, the shower water began to run cold. Her hot water system was unfortunate in it's stamina, unlike Christian who she was enthused to believe could go on for much longer.

With a renewed sense of satisfaction, they dressed each other and managed to reach the front door without removing any further items of clothing. They made it to his car and he started the engine. The silence of the Prius just emphasized the effluent peace he shared with nature. They appeared to be quite tame in their seats, but this was not entirely the case.

"I'm not sure I can be with you in a public place for fear of acting inappropriately." She purred.

"I feel the same way." He murmured into her ear. "What do you say to take away?"

"That sounds perfect."

They decided on Indian and soon had their package positioned in her lap in the passenger seat. The exciting scent of spices emanating from the package in her lap sent a wave of desire through him. He so much wished to devour the package in her lap, in all it's fertility. He could see her also struggling with herself to resist the urge she felt to give his package the same treatment he wished upon hers.

With some difficulty they managed to complete their journey without any side trips. They walked up her path virtually on top of each other in their desire to not be any further apart than their clothes made them. He watched her slide her key into her lock and moaned. He couldn't wait any longer.

The door hit the wall with a bang. The food hit the floor with a splash. And Christian's body hit Anastasia's with a thud. She ran her hands along the wall to guide them to the kitchen, leaving a messy trail of food in their wake.

Well that's a bit of a waste of food, she sighed inwardly, but it isn't food that I'm hungry for anyway.