She cracked open his back door and entered on her tiptoes silently. Heels in her right hand, she traced a path along the wall for the light switch. It felt familiar and helped her find her place though she could not turn it on. The kitchen was black, illuminated only by the moon the shone through the window, casting a deep blue shadow on the wall opposite. The bag hanging from her wrist contained his favorite dish, chicken marsala made specially by her hands. Next to it lay a small tray of chocolate chip cookies, another favorite of his.
She felt a chill beneath her overcoat and remembered beneath it was only her lingerie, a lace garter set- another surprise for him. She grit her teeth as a shiver passed through her in the cold kitchen. Beneath the while lace of her bra her nipples swelled. Placing the bag on the kitchen table she carefully crept down the hall, her stocking feet making not a sound as she passed.
He had to cancel their plans due to overwork. She'd seen it before, his new position took a lot out of him and she'd rather he get his rest for the night than fall asleep on her like he did last week. They planned to spend Saturday together once he took Friday off.
She missed him, missed being near him. They had grown so close in the few months they'd been dating. She'd even been wondering if this one could go the distance. He had everything she ever wanted- he was cute, affectionate, understanding, sweet and make her feel flustered. Sometimes she felt like a such a girl around him. She swooned, resting against the dark hallway as she imagined him. He was an exquisite lover as well, with almost a precognition of what she wanted. He touched her exactly how she liked and knew her body better than she did herself. Nights she spent gripping his body to hers as she felt the heady rush he gave her. Unable to resist she would give up to him nightly as he took her willingly, draining her of every need, of every breath.