Passion was something they had both thought of; each imagining the other in their embrace, a tight hold from which nothing could escape, but only at night did those thoughts give guidance to their fingers which would slide ever so slowly down between their legs.
In the light of day theses thoughts would vanish, and all that would pass between them would be a glance. They could see in the others eyes the need the hunger, but both were to shy and proud to act on it.
That was until one day when they walked past one another in a hallway. A quick glance and his restraints broke at last. Overcome in a torrent of emotion he turned around and spoke softly "wait." Stopped dead, her heart pounding, part of her not wanting to hear what he said, turned ever so slowly. She saw the hunger playing across his face which matched her own. Not moving she watched him approach. All he said was "I need you," and the wall to which she had spent years building crumbled. Both naked with only their feelings to cloth themselves, went to each other as to seek warmth.
One of his hands ran up her shoulder to her hair, the other slid to the small of her back. He pulled her in close pressing his pelvis into hers while inhaling the soft scent of her lustrous locks. She encircled his neck with her arms pulling his quivering body harder against hers. Standing there they felt the contours of the others body, their beating heart, and quick breathing. Ever so cautiously they looked one another in the eye, and just as cautiously their lips brushed. Within that small fleeting contact the knowledge that the feelings which they individually sired for so long were mutual was known and their emotions for one another broke loose. Yearning turned into need. Passion released into hot flaming lust, and the need to touch turned into the need to make love. Their lips met and they ran their tongues along the inside of the others mouth. He began to lift up her shirt, but she broke away first, gasping "I know a place."
She grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the woodworking room. "Where are we going," he asked. "Does it really matter," she replied as she opened the painting room door. The smell of cedar and stain filled the air as she laid down a piece of cloth on a table in the room. He went up behind her and turned her to face him. Taking a moment to look into her eyes and relish in the feeling of raw need.