Voight suggested meeting in the parking garage from now on. We are in the middle of winter which is a brutally cold time to be outside in Chicago, so I agreed. We managed to act like work colleagues the next time we met. I refused to get clingy and he refrained from any inappropriate comments. The time after that went a little differently.
He showed up with purple bruises on his cheek, so I knew whatever scuffle he had been in, had happened recently.
"Did someone not want to pay their street tax, or did a random citizen just get tired of your cowboy act?" I had to sneer when I asked. If I had let any softness, any hint of concern, slip into my voice I would have looked clingy.
"Some white college kid with a sense of entitlement surprised me by being able to throw a punch." He looked annoyed but yet still firm. He was wearing his Doc Martins with faded jeans and a fitted leather jacket. With all of those clothes on it was still evident that he was in good shape. What idiot took a swing at this guy?
"Some brat surprised you, huh? It happens."
"Yeah, but it still pisses me off. I've been in a bad mood ever since."
"As opposed to your normally sunny disposition?"
"Hey! I can be nice when I wanna."
I roll my eyes and try to redirect the conversation back to business, but he keeps going.
"I've been nice to you." He smirks and it makes him look ten years younger. "Maybe I need to be nice again so you remember."
"Oh, I remember. That's okay."
"Come on. You're still wound tight and I need to blow off some steam. Let's go somewhere."
I pause. It's Friday night, but I'm not expected anywhere. It's the end of the work day but none of my colleagues wanted to have drinks tonight. Hank, per usual, sees me pause and goes in for the kill. I'm in a purple wool skirt that goes past my knees but suddenly it's up over my thighs and his hand is wrapped around my knee. As his fingers find the soft, sensitive skin of my inner thigh I give up.
"One last time." I say it like I mean it. I hope I do.
We pick a different hotel. Hank pays because he always has cash. I don't like being on the shady side of town, but I feel safe with Hank near. At least, I do now. A month ago I kept my hand near my gun when I met with him.
Inside the hotel room I run my hands over his chest. He's pulling my coat and blazer and shirt off. It would be faster if we didn't take off all of our clothes, but we both need the physical contact. We both need to feel another human touch us. And that's all this is, I tell myself. I'm humanizing myself. I'm helping him transition back into society. We're becoming human again.
He's unzipping my skirt so I start undoing his belt. We pull at each other's clothes until we're both naked. He leaves my hair for last. He is not gentle this time when he pulls my bun apart. I shake my head to get his hand out of my hair. I run my hand through my hair, trying to make it look good, and step backwards. He follows me, he's not gentle at all tonight. No light kisses on my neck, no reassuring hands rubbing my back, no whispers. Just his intense stare.
He bends his knees and picks me up by my ass. My heart skips a beat. I haven't had a man pick me up since I was in college. Then he lays me on the bed, positioning me in the middle of it, and begins nipping and sucking his way down my body.
I have become a lazy lover. I lay there moaning with my eyes closed. I manage to hook a leg around his middle, reassuring myself he is in fact real and I'm not lying in my apartment uptown imagining this. Hank bites my inner thigh which brings me back to the moment and I am certain this is real. I half sit up and gasp at him. But then he puts his tongue in the center of me and I throw my head back and arch my entire body.
He must be the devil. I'm sure of it. No man could be this good. I'm gasping and recovering from a powerful orgasm, panting hard with my eyes closed, when I feel his hands on either side of me. He's climbing on top of me. The magic will last for a little while longer.
He gently kisses my neck, as if apologizing for the love bites. I rub the back of his head with one hand and help support him on top of me with the other hand. He massages my chest and stomach with one hand, giving me a moment's rest before getting his.
The way he moves against me, we feel like one body. He puts his nose to my nose looking me in the eyes. I start to moan and he smiles. I put my left leg flat down on the bed and curl my right leg around his hip. I can tell that was a good decision as he closes his eyes at the sensation. He starts moving faster. I arch my pelvis slightly and see stars. I'm vaguely aware of him grunting.
It's almost like we melt together inside of a supernova. I lose track of time and everything else. It's several moments before we open our eyes. He kisses my forehead and gets up. He sits on the edge of the bed and sorts out our clothes. I lay still for a moment longer, not wanting to move. I realize that I don't want to leave this room.
AN: I'm getting braver with my writing, and I hope, more mature. Please read my other stories and leave me a review here telling me what you think!