missionary

‘Do you want to come back to mine?’ He asked her, clutching her waist as if she might disappear.

‘Yes.’ She replied instantly. ‘I would love to.’

His home was complete with one dying plant and a single beige cushion. ‘Wow. It’s lovely.’ She said.

He smiled and offered her a cup of tea.

She refused and took a seat comfortably on the couch.

‘Soft.’ She said, rubbing her hands along the plushy leather.

He nodded and filled the kettle.

He babbled about where he’d gotten the couch from (‘my friend picked it out, she has better taste than I do’). She blinked in acknowledgment and let the mysterious-sexy-tasteful-woman friend wash over her.

He poured the water into one mug with a green tea bag.

‘Are you sure you don’t want one?’

‘Quite sure.’

‘Okay.’

The vinyl was now playing the same song for the second time.

They had been up, talking and talking about god knows what.

She tried to subtly check her watch, but his gaze was fixed so firmly on her. He seemed entranced, captivated - dare she say, in love?

‘So tell me about yourself.’

‘I’ve been telling you about myself for an hour.’ She edged closer to him, trailing a finger along his thigh.

He told her he wanted to know more, to know the real her. ‘Tell me your deepest secret.’ He said.

She shook her head and told him no. She sighed pathetically.

I’m tired.

It’s only 11 o’clock.

Early riser.

They cuddled together in bed, he was still talking, and she was lying silently.

Her top was off - when he saw her breasts, his eyes averted respectfully away.

She had climbed onto the bed and gripped his jaw to make him look at her.

‘I’m freezing.’

He was still wearing a jumper.

‘I can fetch you a t-shirt.’

She bit her lip and swatted his shoulder playfully.

‘I think,’ she said slowly, ‘I might still be cold.’

The bed rocked as they moved as one, swaying in, swaying out, jerk in, jerk out.

His hands were on her back. Her hands were on his ass. In and out, in and out.

Gilding against each other as they climbed and climbed and climbed and….

And Release.

Now breathe.

He was asleep, she was wide awake.

She was still cold. He had never gotten her a jumper.

She suddenly missed her bed, her blanket, and her central heating system.

Wow, she thought. I’ve just been fucked.

The next morning, he woke up, and she’d gone.

He searched his flat to see if she’d left a number or a note or anything.

He was late for work.

She’d completed her mission.