November 2015
Feeling his hands wrap around her stomach late on Saturday evening was something she could never tire of. They had enjoyed a meal she had cooked, he had washed, and she had dried the utensils. Now, as she stood putting the plates away, he gently kissed her neck. "We seriously need to get you a little maids costume for when you are tidying."
"Dale Smith, you need to keep yourself in check. I'm not just here to cook for you, tidy up for you, and then obey your sexual fetish."
"Sexual fetish?" he questioned with his eyebrows raised.
"Mmmm, don't think I don't know what's going through your mind"
"Ah, but I know you love it," his lips moved to her ear, and he blew gently before kissing her behind her ear. "And I know where all those little spots are that make you go weak at the knees."
"Saved by the bell," she grinned as the doorbell rang.
He shook his head, saying, "If it's important, they'll come back."
"I'll go and answer the door," she spoke. "You feed Ken and then," her lips pressed gently to his, "we can act out these little sexual fetishes."
Stevie eyed the stunning woman, instantly feeling a pang of jealousy as the woman eyed her with the same look of anger. "I have come to see Smithy," Toni spoke, moving the hair from behind her ear. Stevie noticed the bottle of wine and Toni frowned. "Who are you?"
"I could ask you the same question"
"I live next door, Smithy and I are" she had a smirk that Stevie was hating "Friends", Toni dragged the word out and Stevie felt her anger rising as she pushed her feet into her shoes and grabbing her coat from the rack
"He is in the kitchen." Stevie left quickly, intent on putting as much distance between her, Smithy, and Toni as possible.
Stevie had spent the evening hiding from Smithy at work. She should have returned home, but in her haste to escape, she forgot her keys and phone. She had a twenty-minute walk to the station and had sat at her desk since arriving. The night passed slowly, and as people began to file in, she decided on a coffee. She dug about in the bottom of her desk drawer and headed out for the canteen. She had been sitting at a table for about five minutes when her handbag dropped down in front of her. She glanced up at him, he looked angry, not sheepish like she was expecting. "Next time you decide to run out on me, if you could keep that fucking nutter out of my flat, I'd appreciate it." He began to walk away, and she felt the anger in her stomach return.
"That's it, that's all you're going to say"
"What do you want me to say, Stevie?" his voice was low and laced with anger. "I'm obviously sleeping with her, aren't I?" he leant on the table. "You've already made your mind up."
"Well, I don't see you denying it"
"If you had asked me last night, I would have told you that nothing is going on with her; she wants me, but that doesn't mean I'm interested in her."
"What was I meant to think?"
"I don't know Stevie, but you clearly think very little of me"
"That's not true"
"I can't keep doing this, Stevie. It's ruining our friendship. I'm not going to keep playing these games with you." He walked away, and tears escaped her eyes.
She had not seen him for three days; this was the longest she had been without seeing him since August. She hated it; she needed him. But alas, he had made his feelings perfectly clear, and here she was, desperate to see him but avoiding him to stop the sheer pain of living without the intimacy she had come to love about him. She had successfully avoided him for three days, but today marked the end of that. "Long time, no see," his voice sent shivers through her. She turned from the coffee machine and forced her eyes to meet his.
"You made your feelings crystal clear and three days is hardly a lifetime," although it felt like it
"Stevie, when we started out, I told you I couldn't lose you, I miss you."
"I know," she gulped back her tears, "I miss you too."
"Gov," the voice of PC Roberts interrupted them, "You are needed in custody."
"I'm on my way," he spoke before turning back to her. "Come round tonight, Stevie."
"Smithy, I don't know."
"Please, just to talk, Ken is missing you," she let out a watery giggle.
"Okay, just to clear the air".
She looked beautiful, intent on making him eat his heart out. He had complimented her as she slipped her shoes off and followed him into the living room. He had a pair of shorts and a vest on, a strange choice for most in the final week of November, but she knew him well enough to know it was his go to outfit after a shower. She sat on the sofa and he offered a beer, he returned from the kitchen and she opened the can before taking a grateful swig. "Listen, I don't want to lose you Stevie"
"I don't want to lose you either," she leant towards him and pressed her lips gently to his, she wanted him, even if that meant having to share him. He responded enthusiastically for a few moments before he pulled back. "Smithy," she spoke as he sat back on the sofa.
"I can't do this, Stevie. I can't do fun anymore."
"Oh," she spoke, this time she didn't forget her handbag as she rushed through his flat, grabbing her shoes from by the front door and running out barefoot.
