Heart In A Cage

Epilogue

It was a long block of black oak with mirrored edges. Elegantly dressed employees toiled at registers right behind it, sorting through the clothes that customers had stored in gilded shopping baskets. The owner was leaning beside an ebony pillar, his arms crossed as he tried spotting his lady within the mass of bodies.

Using the clothing racks as cover, she snuck up behind and startled him with a quick kiss on the cheek. For a welcome, he opened his arms and took her in a tight embrace, pressing her to his chest in a way that told onlookers they hadn't seen each other for months when, in fact, they were a tangle of perspiring, moving bodies earlier this morning.

"Hey, Misses Scientist. Any amazing discoveries today? Maybe what it is that drives men like me so crazy for women like you. Or what it is brewing inside that stomach of yours that makes you so irresistible and delicious."

"Shut up." She stifled a laugh and led them back through crammed aisles where young women ogled at the man and disregarded the exquisite sets of dresses hung before them. He didn't notice though. His attention was fixed on the woman twisting them through the chaos―and the body he knew was hiding behind the ankle-length coat she wore.

He would get to touch her soon.

After rushing through the mall's corridor and being paused by slowing tides of consumers, they steered into a nostalgic store. It was a silent wind inside; the aisles occupied either one or no individuals and the only noise of walking came from the same set of spiritless legs. The customers seemed displeased, and that blame could only be cast upon the lack of products stocked on shelves and offered atop tables. To make matters worse, where there was an abundance of clothing for sale, there was an unorderly set up. It was a mess. You couldn't shop around without feeling uneasy in the eerie store.

Aressia was no longer a business that brought about the urge to indulge in a shopping spree. It was where the lady and the man would repeat their scheme.

She dragged him to the dressing rooms. An argumentative discussion between the lady's abominable ex and the man's repulsive past wife took place there about how they wanted to revive the productivity of their store. The two paused in their quarrel and rolled their eyes as the lady and the man took themselves into one of the changing rooms.

In an instant, clothes were torn off. They heard the arguing couple from outside stomp away and curse them for the frequent visits they'd take into the dead store. The lady and the man fornicated in this very room whenever they felt the need to proceed irking the exes. Getting kicked out wasn't an issue; the man held quite an ancient bond with the store's security guards, and since it was almost out of business, customers weren't there to hear the cacophony of moans.

Their clothes were discarded on the marble floor of the tight room. He took her leg and hooked it around his hip, his cock mere centimetres away from her. His gaze drifted over her bare torso, admiring the completeness of her tattoos.

Now, the last empty space along her arms was inked. The forest grew with twisting, thick vines that snaked up her forearm, bicep, and to the giant rose at her shoulders. More florets burst from the thorny stems and between dainty leaves. The tattoo gathered across her collarbone, coloured her chest, and even went down her spine in a column of flourishing life. Just like the man's.

But there was only one design different between the two.

While the man had an image of his lady's eye on his upper abdomen, the lady had an image of her man's eye. Long, curved lashes. A dark hue to resemble the deep brown. Smooth curves that helped approximate the natural shape.

He swept his thumb over the tattoo, and at the same time, swiftly thrusted. The lady clamped her fingers on his shoulders, using them to handle the thickness of him as she was rammed into. He saw the battle on her face, so he secured her leg around his hip and went harder.