She knew what Orlando wanted. He had watched her feed their three month old son and she had seen the look on his face. His mouth had been open, just enough for her to see his tongue come out and circle his lips in want and need. Maybe he didn't think she had seen, but she had, and tonight she was going to give him what he wanted.
She had been sitting in the living room, her back against dark blue pillows on the circular, pale blue sofa. She wore a midnight blue silk Chinese robe with flying dragons on the back. There were dragons on the front too, pale blue and white dragons, their tails curled over her full breasts. He had watched as their baby, a boy with peach fuzz dark hair and black eyes, fed at her breasts. She knew he loved her. She knew that he loved making love with her. She knew his eyes were on each swelling breast as she moved the robe away from them one at a time so their baby could take what he needed.
"I'll put him to bed, then I'll call you," she said, her voice catching on the last word.
"No, I'll take him and put him to bed," Orlando replied, his own voice full of desire.
She shut the robe around her breasts, tied the silk cord around her waist and put the baby into his arms. As he took their son, he leaned in to kiss her and they cradled the baby together on the bed of their arms. The baby never even cried when Orlando had him safe in his arms, his head against Orlando's soft shirt, the tiny flower of his mouth pursed shut.
Orlando gently slipped his hand under the baby's head. He bent to kiss his forehead and he began to sing him a soft crooning lullaby that faded into the air like star dust as he took their son to his nursery.
She walked down the hallway to their bedroom. Going through the door, she walked to the long mirror on the wall opposite the bed. Standing in front of it, she began to caress her breasts through the robe. They were still tender from feeding the baby. She called out to Orlando filling the sound of his name with all the love she felt for him.
Orlando came to the doorway and she could see him, framed in the mirror. Without making a sound on his bare feet, he crossed the length of the room that separated them and came up behind her so only a whisper was between them. She could feel him trembling behind her.
He put both hands under her thick hair and began to massage the back of her neck. She watched in the mirror as her hair fell over his long fingered hands like a waterfall. He spoke to her in a language she realized was the Elvish he had learned for Lord of the Rings. "What are you saying?" she whispered. "Tell me."
"No, just listen to the sounds. You don't need me to tell you. You know in your heart what I'm saying."
Orlando moved his hands along the sides of her neck to her shoulders, rubbing them with his fingers and palms. Her head lolled to the side as the sound of his words began to hypnotize her, and he moved her hair away from the side of her neck, nuzzling her, the thin stubble along his jaw and upper lip tickling her soft skin.
"I'm going to let go of you now, just for a minute," he whispered into her ear. "No, no!" She cried to be out of the circle of his warmth after he took his hands away.
