Anastasia's mind was scrambled. The only thing that made sense to her was the steady beating of Christian's heart beneath her cheek. Arguments buzzed around in her head, notes on timing, convincing, all the things she knew she knew already but could not accept were truly fixed in her mind. She was never this nervous before a court case. Something about this one made her nerves spike. Something about Mr Casey had her worried.
Christian pulled her on top of him. He could tell her mind was elsewhere and he felt it was his responsibility to bring her back to earth. His skin was cool against hers, she'd worked herself into a state. It was an almost explosive release of stress when it came. She had not quite left the dominant mindset from the night before. The sheet pinned him down, only leaving his head and neck exposed to the air. Her body moved teasingly over the sheet. He struggled and tried to free himself so as to take her body into his grasp but he could not. The riding crop reappeared, not to his disappointment at all. The crack was a wake up to both of them. The look on her face suggested she had underestimated her strength. But they both knew it was the stress driving the blows.
When she eventually released her grip on the sheet he had her beneath him in a heartbeat. "I yield, I yield!" She cried, between laughs.
He released her and she rolled off the bed, almost falling over in the process. "Say hi to the floor for me, won't you?"
The look she gave him had him in hysterics. Even her punches couldn't cure him of this jollity until she was fully clothed. He couldn't decide if he hated seeing her in her clothes or if it just made his life that much more fun. He loved his imagination, the way it could go off on otherworldly tangents about her body. He so wished he could just lie tangent to her curves all day long.
Anastasia wasn't hungry for food. She rarely had been recently. It's so difficult to crave something if the better option is so easily within reach. And Christian was most definitely the better option for her. She mixed and molded her yoghurt with her spoon. The little pieces of strawberry swirled with an irritating incessantness. She disliked the lumpy texture they gave it. Despite this, she couldn't be cured of her love for strawberry yoghurt.
"I'm going to drive you so that you don't kill the population of a small country with your nervous driving." His comment made her defensive but she dismissed it as a necessity. He wasn't going to change his mind. He got a kick out of doing things for her and she liked it.
Her constant desire kept her mind wound up in a state of crimson. It was primitive. She couldn't make it go away, nor did she want to. The case was progressing as she had expected it to. Casey sat solemnly and silently, exactly as she had instructed him to do. Well that's a first, she thought with a sort of cynical optimism, if he's agreeing with me then maybe he'll start agreeing with the law.
"I call a one hour adjournment." The phrase sounded like the syrup of perfection to her ears. She was so restless she could hardly contain herself. She found herself at the door to the cloakroom. Some other overly stressed lawyer had had a treadmill installed the year before. Anastasia regarded it as the best thing to happen in her work life since she started.
She flicked the lock across the door, letting out a long breath. As she took her dress off she got a funny feeling that there was someone near her. She felt slender hands grasp her waist. She quite regretted not taking ballet as a child as she observed the speed and accuracy of the turn she made to meet Christian's mouth. He had her against the wall in an instant. Their bodies were shrouded by the rows of coats lining the walls of the room. She pushed him to an arms length and jumped backwards, her body disappearing into a clump of coats.
Christian heard her voice resonating from the mass of fabrics before him. He lunged in search of it, finding nothing but a swinging mass of clothing. He felt her fingers trailing over his lower back. His hands snapped to trap them but found simply his skin. Her face finally appeared to him between to particularly large coats. The stepped forward, the coats parted, appearing to have eaten her underwear, which had suddenly gone missing. He leapt at her, this time catching her before she could escape him. His hands achieved a firm hold on her swift frame and hoisted her upon his mast. Her legs wrapped around his hips, her arms pulling him downwards to her.
They hit the floor amongst a pile of other clothing, both theirs and other people's. I hope none of these are too expensive, he thought vaguely, they seem to be such dark colours, it would be a pity to waste them. He could tell she was using a large portion of her self-restraint to keep from vocalizing her pleasures as they could hear footsteps as they passed by the other side of the door. This stealth only made it more difficult for them, their heightened desire fighting valiantly to free itself from its mental prison. Christian bit into her shoulder, biting back his moan. Her fingers dug further into his back in response, her voice struggling ever more to remain inside her.
Finally, with their combined strength they pried themselves apart. It had become warm and sticky inside they fabric cocoon of the cloakroom. It was a struggle for Anastasia to relocate her clothing amongst the mess, much to Christian's delight.
When she returned to the courtroom, Casey was still in the same position she had left him. He didn't acknowledge her return more than an almost despicable glance, his recent treatment of her had begun to worry her. Anastasia's mind was pregnant with the lovechild of fear and pleasure, ever complicating her job. Her heartbeat was still racing, she observed gratefully that the surrounding people assumed the treadmill had been the cause of it.
The session continued as it had begun. The prosecution delivering well backed arguments that Anastasia had known could not be rebutted. Yet Casey still regarded her expectantly. For this reason her pen remained moving against her paper but for the most part, the shapes formed by her hand were of images casting about in her imagination and not of those before her eyes. She knew very well that she was doing herself no favours by not concentrating yet she continued visualizing Christian, his sweat glazed body remained all she could picture.
The end of the day was almost as well received as Christian's invasion of her body as soon as they stepped inside her door. Her body was slow and lethargic from the day spent sitting still and her brain dead mind was not overly willing to fight for energy. They found themselves splayed on her bed, Christian wishing she was just that little bit closer to super woman so she could keep a twenty-four hour service to his desires. To his dismay and amusement, she was asleep before they even spoke. He pulled the doona to her chin and cradled to him as tightly as he dared without waking her up.
He looked up to see Alan, strutting intimidatingly upon the windowsill. Her round belly made it difficult for this intimidation to come off with the desired affect. "Ana should start taking you for runs, big kitty."