... … … GUILTY … … …
A brand-new day! Lovely! Sunny!... She stumbled at the exit of her building. There was he, stood on the steps and waited. At the sight of her he shined. She couldn't but mirror that, although, still amazed at such a forward morning blessing.
"I know it's kinda... creepy," he slowly moved towards her, and she mirrored that too. "Not overprotecting," hurried to reassure her a step away. "I just wanted to see you earlier than anyone."
"But you always do anyway," she laughed.
"In the office it's not that romantic," was his point what made her beam, and her mouth hurt already from smiling. It needed and craved for another exercises in tight and deep connection with his.
Oh, yeah, they've finally made it. Last night. Almost in the same spot.
Then and there he put her out of temper. For real. For last several days annoying with overcaring looks and insisting on driving her home which is three blocks away.
But there's no more danger! It's over. The worst didn't happened. She saved herself, sort of qualified for that or by some miracle. Yes, put police in its toes and set personally him on the edge. But once she's found, injured but alive, her first impulse was to cool his anger and quell his worries, then had him recollect himself and direct his flame and power to searching, for nobody else to be affected. And so, he managed, with her professional help again, and, well, the villain was caught and got hurt, again, but from his fists this time. Thus, once again - it's now past! Relax.
She pleaded everyone to behave normal, as usual. And everyone listened. But he couldn't. He responsibly tried and he thought he's making good, but no. No more that true man-like stare, but one concerned as if she's about to break like glass. She hated that. She understood he cared, couldn't be otherwise for many reasons, and yet... aghhhhhh!
"...Thank you! But God damn! I'm a woman! I need a man! Not a father, not a brother, not a buddy. A tough man who knows how to treat a woman, who feels what she wants and it's not "don't touch me because I almost got raped and killed," she merely shouted. That her tirade about independence and own toughness together with "at last come and love me" could be confusing. But before she grasped what she's saying so loud in the streets, he mutely approached and kissed her. Done.
All the stress of her life and all the tension since they'd met eased and gone in a flash. She felt limp but secure. Drowning but getting higher. Gaining and giving. Willing time to stop while them never... And yet, at some point they had to part. Breathless and happy, she left him without a single word, because the main been engrafted by other sweetest means.
And now here they go again, only in the morning light.
"Where's your car?" she asked, breaking the kiss.
He hoped to spare more time for that, but, ok, let it be. He led her across the road and was about to open a passenger front door, when instead she got into the back seat.
"Join me," she invited. Ha?!
They had ten more minutes. Blacked out windows. A save place, not that cosy, though. But he is. So, she straddled him. No more pussyfooting around, yet, not going to extremes either, what's why no offending the law and society by outrageous behavior in the car. Well, just a little bit. Charge them better for a terrible delay with this physical side of devotion. Guilty! As well as…
Loving to admire the view of him at whatever distance - guilty.
Loving to stir him up with blatant truth how he makes her feel - guilty.
Loving those innocent on duty and more informal touches - guilty.
Loving to taste him, feel him with her body, explore more of his - now definitely guilty.
Detective, arrest her, please!