Eric woke up with a start. It was lightning outside and there was also a heavy outburst of rain. Just then a jolt of thunder struck. He looked at the adjacent side of the bed. It was empty. He looked at the digital clock placed on the nightstand. It read 12:14 AM. It was already past midnight. Where was Rachel? Where could she go at this ungodly hour?
Getting up and changing into a pair of trousers, Eric made his way into the hall. Just then he saw a faint light coming from the study room. He tiptoed towards the study and found that the door was open. Then he saw her... Wearing only a pink satin robe, which dropped precariously low, exposing her shoulder, Rachel sat before the laptop typing something very seriously. Her skin was milky white and he couldn't stop staring at her exposed flesh. He was imagining what else would have been visible if the robe had dropped a little lower. He felt like a teenager who was watching something which was forbidden. He was getting harder by the second. Watching her sit there unaware and without a care in the world, immersed in her work, tied him up in knots. What was she doing so late at night with the laptop? Unable to control his inquisitiveness, Eric went near her.
Not willing to startle or scare her, he whispered a mild 'Hi!' and put a peck on her cheek.
'Hey! I didn't mean to wake you up.'
'It wasn't you that woke me up. It was the rain.'
Eric pulled the robe up her shoulder and made sure that she was decently dressed.
'Thanks. Yeah, it's been raining for the past half-an-hour. I just couldn't sleep.'
'You should have woken me up. And by the way, what are you doing here, so late in the night?'
'Nothing specific. I was getting bored lying awake. So, I thought of writing something down and you know me. Once I start writing...'
'...you don't stop until you complete it. I know, I know. So, how is the writing going?'
'It's going on. I am at the climax. It will take me another 30 minutes to complete. Why don't you go back and sleep? You have an important meeting tomorrow.'
'No, it's alright. I am not sleepy anyways and the weather won't allow me to sleep.'
'But still...'
'No buts. I won't go back to that cold and deserted bed. If you wanna come back to bed, I am ready to sleep.'
'You know baby, it's difficult for me to sleep. I am at the brink of completing the story. I have a hundred ideas running through my head. I won't be able to sleep. But can't you manage without me, just for tonight?'
'I can't and I don't want to. Let's go, make love like there is no tomorrow, cuddle and then go to sleep. Come on, honey,' coaxed Eric.
Although the idea was quite tempting, Rachel knew that she couldn't leave the plot in the middle and go back to sleep. She also knew that Eric was desperate to have her. She could see the heat in his eyes, every time their eyes met.
'I would love to, baby. But I just can't leave the story unfinished. You know how it is. I don't want to disappoint you. I hope you understand. I will be there in a few minutes. Why don't you go and get cozy in the bed while I complete the story?'
'No, I won't. I need you and if you don't want to come, so be it. I will sit here with you and wait for you to complete the damn thing. I love to see you plot and plan the story. The play of expressions on you face is worth watching. Don't bother about me. Consider me to be invisible and complete your work.'
With that Eric took the chair across Rachel. Rachel couldn't help but stare at Eric. This was the guy who had swept her off her feet, a couple of years back. The first time they had made love to each other, she felt like she was in heaven. Since that day, Eric made her feel happy, cherished and most importantly, loved. The love for her was quite evident in his eyes. He looked at her and all she could do was go weak in the knees. She knew that it was quite insane but Eric had that power and all she always gave in to his desire.
'Hello? There or lost somewhere?'
Just then there was another jolt of thunder and Rachel was pulled out of her reverie. She looked at Eric blankly.
'What were you thinking? I can't wait any longer. Why don't you stop thinking and start typing? I am dying here.'
'Eric, will you quit behaving like a toddler? I need time to space out my thoughts. If you keep interrupting me, how the hell am I going to complete it?'
'Ok ok. Cool down. I won't say another word. I promise. Do your thinking and typing.'
It was after fifteen minutes that Rachel gave up... Although, Eric had promised that he wouldn't say another word but his eyes spoke more than his mouth. In the entire fifteen minutes, all Eric did was to stare at her, with that heated desire and intensity in his eyes that she felt his gaze bore into her skin. She was now all worked up and she couldn't think anything else other than the bed and what the night had in turn for them. Her nipples were strained against the material of the robe. She was already wet and was craving for his touch. All she wanted to do was get back with Eric in the bed and make some passionate love.
'You know, you are not making it easy for me Eric,' said Rachel in an irritating voice, mustering all the strength she could, so that he didn't realize how turned on she was.
'What did I do now?' said Eric with an innocent look.
'You didn't do anything. But you just speak a lot with those eyes of yours.'
'What did you hear that my eyes spoke?'
'You look at me with that heated expression and intensity as if I am the only thing present in this room and all you want to do is ravish me. I can't concentrate if you keep looking at me that way. Either divert your look at something else or wait for me in the bedroom.'
'Ah! I never knew my eyes spoke that much. And whatever you just said is quite true. I just don't want to ravish you. I want to make you mine, make you scream and have my way with you. And I don't find anything that interesting in this room, to divert my attention to. I don't mind waiting another fifteen minutes. By the way, a good writer needs to concentrate on the writing even if the world is going topsy-turvy. That's what makes a good writer.'
'I don't need your definition of a good writer.'
With that Rachel closed the laptop and went and straddled Eric. He quite willingly welcomed her into his arms. With a brief kiss on his lips, she whispered huskily
'I may not make a good writer. But I know how to be a good wife.'
With that she sought his mouth again with her. The kiss was wild, passionate and it was just a hint of what was going to come. Once they were breathless, Rachel ended the kiss with her tongue tracing Eric's lower lip. Her lips were swollen and she knew that this was going to be one of the best nights of her life. She started lifting her hips off him, when he pulled her down and said
'Don't go! Let me carry you to the bedroom.'
