He comes into their room looking for her. She is stood by the window her back to him. The lights are dim; perhaps she is planning on sleeping early tonight. She has music on, but the volume is low enough that he can't make out what it is. He's not in the mood for tv anyway and nor is he in the mood for any small talk tonight. The long flight having taking a toll on his mood tonight. He goes to sit down on the chaise lounge. He is about to start removing his shirt when he feels a tug on his collar. Before he can even turn to face her, she has her hand inside his collar. She runs her fingers up and down his neck, her fingers finding the back of hair line. He slouches back, all the strain of the day has dissipated. He takes her hand from behind and brings her in front of him.
His eyes look on in wonderment when the light catches her. She is wearing a black silk slip, his eyes falling on where the slip accentuate her breasts and skims over her thigh. She leans over him and music now surrounds them. He was not expecting this. He places his hand on her thigh, he is about to reacquaint himself with the touch of her skin. It had been a week since they had been apart because of his business trip. When he had come home tonight he was content in knowing he was coming back to her in his bed, by his side. This he was not expecting. This evidently was her welcome home present to her husband and who was he to turn down such a gift.
She whispers into him, the sound verberating within him. " I want to dance for you". His grasp slackens and he sits back. A devilish grin in his eyes, he is now wearing a smirk that conjures up a flurry of butterflies and more within her.
Her husband, her love, her friend, the father of her daughter. He has made her whole again. As she looks at him in the dimmed lights she is almost overcome. She wants him to take her in his hands and make love to her. Tonight though isn't about her, she wants to do something for him. She had unwittingly come across the song on his iPod and since listening to it, all she could imagine was the things she could do for him.
I just wanna show you how much I appreciate you, yes
Wanna show you how much I'm dedicated to you, yes
Wanna show you how much I will forever be true, yes
Wanna show you how much you got your girl feeling good, oh, yes
Wanna show you how much, how much you understood, oh, yes
Wanna show you how much I value what you say,
Not only are you loyal, you're patient with me babe, oh, yes
Wanna show you how much I really care about your heart,
Wanna show you how much I hate being apart, oh, yes
Show you, show you, show you, till you through with me,
I wanna keep it how it is so you can never say how it used to be
She is swaying to the music, exhibitions shed. She is completely ease with who she is and the woman she is with her husband. She is lost in the music and makes her way toward him once more. This time he is more prepared though. As she goes to kiss him, he takes hold of her by her hair.. The beat of the rhyme does little to betray their deafening heartbeats. They are accustomed to this now. It has been a few months now since their relationship has taken on a new meaning, almost a new life.
He holds her close and begins to caress the back of her neck, his fingers moving swiftly back and forth across the back of her shoulders, his lips finding hers. He can feel her tremble with every touch. With each touch, the intoxication taking ahold of them. She takes him by the hand and lifts him of the chaise. They are now moving as one against each other. He has her in a holding position, she places her hands around his waist and brings him close. Close enough to feel his body give in to her. She moves up against him, her lips now finding his chest. She leaves a trail of kisses down to his navel. Her arms up in the air now, in his hair as she continues to grind against the beat much to her husband's delight.
In the darkness of their bedroom they are like two magnets the push and the pull, over and over. She is now whispering the lyrics into his ear, with each word the thirst grows. His and hers. She wants him to take her there, but she is determined to dance for him tonight. Dance for him in a way that he has never experienced before. She takes one of his hands off her hip and guides it underneath her slip. Sliding down her bare skin, his fingers running rampant on her tracing his name over and over and she presses back into him. They gasp out in unison, both desperate for the other to come to. In this moment they both desire only his gratification.
She now goes to push him up against the wall. He does not resist as she rocks against him, on and off like the beat of the song. She starts to make haste work with his belt. As she does so she hears him moan, in anticipation. his face buried deep into her. She swiftly discards of the belt, and her hands are within him within seconds.
As the song reaches it's climax, she winds her leg around him. Straddling him. Her husband knows that though the music is neigh on end they will continue this dance long into the night. He lifts her up, and onto their bed.
As the music fades in the dim light two shadows become one, again.
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