Even although the station concourse was crowded, Lucy could hear the click of her heels on the tiles. It sounded to her, like nails being hammered into the coffin of a love affair that never was, never would be. So why this meeting, this first and last meeting with a man who had come to mean so much to her? Although they had only ever spoken, he seemed to have the ability to rock her to her very core. Too much at stake, too much for both of them to run any risks; yet here she was walking to meet a destiny. Then there he was, standing taller than she had imagined, his back to her looking out in the other direction. Lucy stopped and stood, this was her last chance to turn and walk away, her last chance to run. Then as if some invisible finger had tapped his shoulder he turned and saw her, and in five swift steps he had gathered her in his arms.
"Coffee Lucy, just coffee," and his mouth tried to seek hers.
Then there they were, drinking coffee and trying to keep the conversation light. Two espresso's standing side by side, barely touched.
"Gary, why am I here? This is so wrong...!" her head dropping, unable to meet his gaze "I... I don't think...."
"No, Lucy no, don't think. I know this is dangerous; I know this will hurt, but we -- I need this memory. I needed to see you..." as his thumb ran back and forth across the knuckles of her hand and the index finger of his other hand traced the line of her jaw. "We need to get away from here... somewhere where we can talk."
"Talk... Do we have anything say? I thought it had all already been said. Gary I can't be with you. I love you, but...." Lucy knitted her hands in her lap.
Then, suddenly he stood and they we on the move, his hand underneath her arm steering her; this time towards the station exit.
"No Gary, no.... Not a hotel. For the love of god..."
His arm around her shoulder guided her gently through the crowds and across the road.
"No, not a hotel... flat, friends flat..." he said as they mounted the stairs nestled between two shops.
As Lucy walked inside the flat he followed, and as the catch of the door clicked into place, it sealed their fate. She turned and looked at him, just as his shoes thudded on the floor. He really was a fine specimen with his short cropped hair and his lovely shoulders. She just stood and watched as he removed his jacket and tie, then noticed that his fingers shook slightly as he fumbled with the cuff buttons on his shirt. Well Que Sera, Sera, and she stepped over to him.
"Here let me..." taking his hand and flicking a nail into the button hole to release it. "Shall I do the rest?"
So there he stood arms akimbo and the sexiest grin on his face, "Please, please be my guest..."
The sense of anticipation grew with every button she undid. He pulled the tail of shirt out of his trousers while she tackled his belt and his hand covered hers as she reach for the clasp. Then his other hand cradled the back of her neck and his lips finally consumed hers. The strength and the ferocity of the kiss as his tongue sought hers, sensuously stroking her tongue then circling her whole mouth leaving her panting and wanting. They're foreheads touching, each gasping for air; when his hand finally let her undo the clasp at the waist of his pants. Both her hands circling and smoothing his waist, as her hands started to slide up his body, over his shoulders; pushing his shirt of and letting it slide down his arms. Then there it was, that piece of body art that she had seen in photos; the tattoo that covered and wrapped around his right shoulder. How long had she wanted to trace its pattern with her fingers... to let her tongue get lost in the maze of swirls and loops? Instinctively letting her left index finger touch and start to trace the pattern, she felt him quiver and shiver and his intake of breath.
"Fuck Lucy!"
Lifting her head to met his gaze, "Yes Gary, in a minute..." her wry grin lighting up her face.
Somewhere along the line he had lost his trousers and now stood before her, dressed only in his shorts. The fine smattering of hair on his chest... his tight flat belly... Oh yes -- a true site to behold. Stepping back Lucy undid the two buttons that held the front of her jacket, and wriggled her shoulders so it fell, unloved in a heap behind her; bringing into view the bright red camisole top that she had twinned with her black formal suit that morning. His fingers traced the straps of her top, over her shoulders and along the front neck line. Eyes meeting eyes, neither of them looking away; as she reached behind and undid the button and the zip fastening her skirt, which then joined the puddle of clothes at her feet. So there she stood matching red panties to go with the camisole top and red high heeled shoes; and as usual, neutral coloured thigh high hold ups stockings. Gary groaned as he lifted her in his arms, and carried her through the door into the bed room. Striding to the bed, he placed her like a precious package on it...
His smile lit up his face, "Don't worry, clean sheets -- my clean sheets"