I received some good feedback regarding first story "Memories in the Snow" and wanted to use them in this story. See what you think.
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The curser on his empty computer screen blinks, taunting him... "You are dryβno more wordsβyou may as well quit now!" He leans back and closes his eyes,
"Why can't I get this damn story to write!"
The jingle of the bell above the door turns his head and a big red umbrella pushes through the door followed by a lovely woman carrying three shopping bags and her purse.
Struggling to close the umbrella, she walks up to the counter and orders a cappuccino. After giving up on the umbrella she set the shopping bags down next to a table and glanced over at him with a smile before taking off her overcoat.
He went back to staring at the blinking screen and his search for words.
The sound of her chair brought his attention back to the woman as she sat down and pulled out a book from one bag. With long slender fingers she opened the book and took a careful sip from her cup.
As he watched her from the corner of his eye, she crossed one leg over the other, exposing a long lean leg. He returned to his computer screen and looked at the time; 2:33...
He opened his eyes, and with a groan, focused the clock; 2:33 AM.
She rolled over, exposing her long toned leg in a pool of moonlight. She touched his arm sleepily opened her eyes and whispered, "You can't sleep."
He smiled weakly, "No. I keep thinking about the story."
Rising up on one elbow she leans over and kisses his cheek. "The story will come. You need to relax."
"I know."
Her lips kissed his cheek again and then brushed along his jaw, past his chin, to his lips. He turned to her and slid his fingers into her hair. She kissed him harder and teased her tongue between his lips. With a quiet sigh, he opened his mouth slightly and met her tongue while pulling her over, on top of his body.
His hand followed the curve of her neck down between her shoulder blades. She broke the kiss with a moan and he kissed the hollow under her chin. Her back arched up and she inched higher as she pressed her neck against his lips. His hand slid down across the small of her back to her bottom.