Reunion

Tell me

She wakes up feeling hot. A heavy arm is on top of her shoulder. The first thing she sees opening her eyes is a very defined and masculine jaw.
She can't help but move her lips oh so lightly through it.

She's facing him, their legs entwined the way they used to, so many years ago. Carefully she removes herself from his embrace and moves to the bathroom.

She faces her own reflection for a full minute before splashing water on her face. Opening the top drawer she sees a closed case with a bunch of brand new toothbrushes.

She's almost done with brushing her teeth when she hears a light knock on the door.

She opens it, brush still between her teeth.

"What?"

"Good morning you too. Finding everything alright?"

"Yeah," she spits and watches as he reaches for his own toothbrush and starts brushing his teeth, looking at her through the mirror.

His eyes are smiling, playful and clear.

She washes it all off. "You slept well, I see."

"Oh, the best."

"The best?" She smiles too, now.

He washes and dries his face. Then he pulls her hand. Moves up her arm and touches her face, looking deep into her eyes.

"I don't want to go outside yet. Let's stay here for a while, shall we?"

"Rob..." she warns. She takes a step back but she knows that her answer won't surprise him.

They look at each other for a good minute. Not like it's foreign, it's comfortable to just look and breathe. She looks good in the morning light. She's calm.

He's tense. But in a good way.

She goes for his hand and pulls him by the fingers, back to the bedroom.  Once in bed she proceeds to do all of the things she thinks about when she allows herself to go that lane. The memory one.

She hardly allows herself to do that.

But here with him she does. And she allows herself to feel. She doesn't want to compare. How it was, all those years ago and how it is. Great, good, good, and better. It doesn't matter.

It's only for now and now it matters.

"You feel..." he's losing it. She does things with her lips and tongue and he can barely hold it together.

"Shh... I know, you don't have to..." she goes back to action and yeah, he loses it indeed. She smiles, happy, sated. But he has other ideas.

"Tell me how you do it." He provokes, moving down her body.

"Shut up, don't ruin this."

"I want to know. You said it. The woman's body, you said so yourself...
Possibilities. I want to explore them, you." He says this and it's like it's in one breath, and it's against her skin, it's next to her lower belly and it's driving her crazy.

"I believe you remember very well, being the sole spectator a few times yourself," she provokes back, taking his mind to those few times they were together like this and not alone.

That takes his attention back and he faces her, taking her chin between his fingers in a very intimidating way. She hates it. Loves it. But ugh, he's annoying.

"Now listen." It's his bedroom voice. She knows very well how fucked she is now. "Here... I will do this that way I know you love it. And you will ruin my sheets. I'll make sure of that. But I want to hear you. You were awfully quiet last night. And I want to hear you, doesn't have to be loud, I know you don't like that. But..."

"Stop, ok." She wants him to stop and never stop. She tries to save some face at least, she's bothered in more ways than one.

"No, no, no. You know how it will go. But you need to do something. You will tell me step by step. I will do what you say, the way you say it. Until you can't speak and I hope that will be soon, fast." He watches her eyes. "Ok?"

"Ok." She's all too eager.

"Ok, now... tell me how you do it."