This is my first attempt at writing prose in 20 years and my first attempt at erotic fiction.
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Morgan was sitting in her favorite chair watching a show on serial killers when it sounded like there was a knock on the door. She ignored it at first since there was no way someone was standing outside right now. The wind howled through the neighborhood causing the house to shake. They were in the middle of a polar vortex with below freezing temperatures and snow falling for the past 12 hours.
Morgan had just turned her attention back to the show to see what they were saying about Jeffrey Dahlmer when she heard the knock again. Fenris, their chihuahua heard the knock this time and decided it was the perfect time to freak out.
"Well who the hell could that be?" Morgann said to herself as she set the can of pepsi on the coffee table near the chair.
"Is someone here?" Nathan called from the upstairs office. Nathan was her husband of over 20 years.
"I have no idea. We're probably getting a delivery."
Once again the knock at the door this time was a little more aggressive, a little more frantic it seemed.
Morgan tried to shove her annoyance to the side as she stepped up to the window. She could see that there was no car in the driveway and no van in the street.
"Hello," Came the muffled voice from the other side of the door? "Is anybody home?"
"Just a minute," Morgan said as she tried to nudge the dog out of the way of the door.
She opened it just a crack and peaked out and there was a man standing there. The stranger wore a long black peacoat covered in snow and frost covered hair framed his face, topped with an old style bowler hat. He had on wire rimmed John Lennon glasses that were completely fogged up.
"Can I help you?" Morgan said, with the door opened only a few inches. This man is definitely a hipster, she thought.
"May I come in," The stranger asked as as he blew into his cupped hands and stomped his feet. He was hunched over against the blasting cold wind.
While balancing on one foot, Morgan did her best to keep Fenris inside. Even though, as with every stranger, he seemed to want to kill him and eat his soul.
"I'm not sure that's a good idea," Morgan said to the stranger. "Do you need to use my phone? Were you in an accident?"
She didn't think that was the case. Despite the storm raging behind him, the stranger appeared quite put together. The only thing marring his clothes was the snow that was falling.
"No accident. But... look, it's freezing out here. Can I please come in?"
Despite a slowly rising sense of unease about this situation, Morgan lost to her good nature and stepped back, picking Fenris up to get him out the way. As the door swung open, the stranger seemed hesitant to enter.
"Please, come in before the snow drifts get into the house." Morgan said to him. Quietly laughing to herself about how silly this all seemed.
The stranger stomped his feet and brushed off his jacket before stepping into the home. "Thank you, ma'am. I'm not sure how much longer I would have lasted out there in that madness."
Morgan set Fenris back on the ground and he immediately rushed to the stranger's feet. Sniffing them with fierce abandon, softly growling. She laughed and looked back up at the stranger standing in her living room, dripping snow. He seemed taller than she first thought when she saw him out in the snow. Once again, the sense of quiet unease started bubbling up within her as she looked back at the man.
"I'm not sure what's wrong with me. Let me get your coat and hat." Morgan said, taking the items from him. "Can I get you some water? Maybe some coffee?"
"I would love some coffee," she heard him say as she hung the coat and hat in the mud room.
When she headed back into the room with the coffee, he had taken off his glasses to wipe them free of frost and condensation and she could see his eyes. She had never seen eyes like his, They were a pale gray. For some reason that she couldn't figure out, she felt a slight heat toward this stranger. In that instant, he looked up and met her gaze and she almost dropped the coffee. She heard a little squeak that must have escaped her lips because the stranger smiled a little as she handed him the coffee.
"Was it a delivery?" Nathan said as he came downstairs. "Oh. Sorry about that. Didn't hear you talking."
"Is everything all right?" Nathan asked Morgan, still looking at the stranger with curiosity.
"Yes. Thank you. Much better now that I'm here." the stranger said as he looked over to Morgan again. "If you don't mind me hanging around a bit to get warmed up, I'll be on my way."
"Do you need our phone? Do you have someone to call?" Nathan asked.
"I don't have a phone. I can't stand those blasted things." The stranger said. "I'm pretty sure they're causing the downfall of Western Civilization."
"I couldn't agree more," Nathan laughed. "Well, if you need it, I get off work in an hour and I can bring you where you need to go if it's close. If you need anything, just let us know."
"That's very kind of you," Said the stranger, stealing another glance at Morgan.
"Not a problem at all," Nathan said as he mounted the stairs back to the office. "Oh, what did you say your name was again?"
"I didn't," the stranger said, the statement hanging in the air as Nathan turned and went back upstairs.
"Thank you very much for this coffee," The stranger said, breaking the silence and looking at Morgan with those incredibly weird but amazing gray eyes.
They were the strangest shade. Gray, but not in a boring black and white way. More like a far off storm cloud that is gray, there was a depth to them that she was falling into. The gray swirling down into the blackness. Into the void she fell, the darkness stabbed through with cold starlight.
Morgan jerked herself back to awareness and the stranger had that knowing smile on his face. That persistent heat that she felt looking at the stranger seemed to spread. She cleared her throat and broke eye contact and turned back to the kitchen.
"Go ahead and have a seat. You might as well get comfortable until Nate gets done with his work."
While she was in the kitchen, Morgan planted her hands on the counter and closed her eyes. *Get it together, girl. You're a married woman.*
She looked out from the kitchen to see the stranger sitting on the couch, apparently focusing on the TV, telling him how Dahlmer was able to pick up his victims. Just casually sitting there with his leg crossed over his knee and an arm thrown over the back of the sofa. Fenris was on the cushion next to him, enjoying the absent minded head scratches the stranger was providing.
He had shoulder length black hair that fell straight down. His nose was prominent on his face, but not overly large. A clean straight line down to his full lips. He was wearing a clean black shirt that must have been silk, with the sleeves rolled up. He was not big and bulky, but you could definitely tell he was muscular. Lean muscles, much like a farmer would have. She continued her assessment of him and noticed his pleated black pants and black socks. Watching him sit there, she couldn't help but think about how the tigers at the zoo just languish on the warm rocks, without a care in the world, but you knew full well that they would kill you in an instant if they could.
Seeming to piggyback on that thought, the heat seemed to spread and increase between her legs. She could feel her nipples stiffen and her breath caught in her throat. As if with a mind of its own, her hand drifted up and squeezed one of her nipples and a shudder passed through her body.
"God, Morgan. Knock it the fuck off." She whispered to herself.
She went to the fridge and stuck her head in the freezer to cool herself off. After a few minutes, she wandered back into the living room and settled back into her chair. The special now had moved on to BTK.
"So....," trying to keep her voice even, "what were you doing out on a night like this?"
"Hunting," He said.
"Oh," Morgan laughed, "Doesn't look like you're quite dressed for hunting."
"It all depends on what you're hunting." The stranger turned to her and smiled.
Alarm bells were firing inside Morgan's head as she judged the distance to the stairs. Or maybe to the kitchen where the knives were. She knew she could scream and Nathan would come running down the stairs.
As if seeing the thoughts in neon above her head, the stranger smiled and laughed. "You have nothing to fear from me, Morgan. I'm not looking to hurt or kill anything, but I was most definitely looking for you."
He slowly rose from the couch, his gray eyes never leaving hers. The casual smile still on his face. He extended his hand to Morgan and she noticed how meticulous his nails were. "Come. I have something to show you," His eyes boring into Morgan's and penetrating her soul. "You're safe with me here. I'm not going to harm you."
Morgan reached out to grab the stranger's hand. A current of heat flooded into her body when she made contact with his hand. Her nipples hardened again and the heat settled between her legs. She struggled to keep her breathing calm. She stood and a sense of vertigo passed over her. He reached out and steadied her with the other hand on her waist, his face incredibly close and the intense gray eyes seeming to encompass the world.
He smiled again and then turned and started up the stairs.
Morgan's body turned and followed before her brain made up its mind. Walking behind the stranger, Morgan was looking straight at his butt and felt a longing to reach out and touch it. To grab it and squeeze it in her hands. The heat spread.
She entered the office upstairs, which doubled as their bedroom and could see Nathan sitting, facing the computer. He turned when he heard them, with a question on his lips and then paused when he saw them both enter.
Morgan tried to say something to her husband but the words seemed to catch in her throat.
"Hello, Nathan," The stranger said and Nathan's eyes widened a bit.
