A Concept of Intimacy
The room key had been in her purse since late morning that same day. He gave it to her at their favorite coffee spot while she discreetly eyed the breakfast burrito place next door. His instructions were clear once she entered the room, but she could come at her leisure. She couldn’t stop thinking about it; the room number ran through her mind hour by hour as the day dragged on.
Meanwhile, he spent all day in and out of the room. He had himself booked between conference calls and on-site meetings. He could feel her procrastinating across town…jumping from task to task; mind a mess attempting to not to think about the evening. Her texts trickled in, hour by hour, finding a reason to send him a note. He smiled as he felt her reassuring herself with his responses.
He had dinner alone at a restaurant across the street. Her text came through as he sauntered back to the hotel, looking up as the stars began to emerge and the sun disappear.
“On my way” it read
The moon would light the parking lot by the time she arrived. He imagined her heels clacking on the asphalt as she made her way to the lobby. Her drive was beleaguered with traffic, giving her more anxiety. He caught up on a few emails, then news, then simmered off to sleep.
A little past 10PM…the key slid through the door, a small “beep” and creek in the hinges rustled him out of his slumber. She closed the door nearly silently, trying not to wake him. It was nearly pitch black in the room, just the moon creating shadows. She laid her bag down on the ottoman, and saw his chest stretch open. She sat down in the chair in the corner and took off her heels. Taking her time, as instructed, she pulled off her fitted jeans and t-shirt. Despite the midnight visit, she wore an elegant black lace bra and panty set that she wanted him to see one day. She was caught up in the moment, but tired from the day, and desperate to be in that bed…with him. He watched out of the corner of his eye and she slipped off her underwear. What a gorgeous sight she was, in the shadows, curves and all. She stood there, by the bed and waited. His arm stretched out and opened the sheets, gesturing to her to get in bed with him.
She could barely see him in the dark, just his shape, his scent, his warmth immenated. She crawled in, and found her place in the nook. Her head rested on his shoulder and chest, while his arm wrapped around her. Her leg creeped over his, and her arm wrapped around his midsection. His strength, his adoration, his trust never felt more real to her than in this moment. His raw heartbeat coming out of his manly chest, as he embraced every part of her soft skin. He felt her close her eyes, and that’s when he kissed her forehead. She was safe, she was his, they were in their world.
She found herself aware of his presence at little before 5AM. She smiled and nuzzled closer, sneaking in the softest kisses on his neck. It wasn’t long before he began to stir. The room was still dark, the sun threatening to come up…he took her to the shower. Holding her neck as the hot water began to steam and warm the room. Testing the temperature, then holding her by the hand and pulling her in…he brought them close under the shower head. She gave him that unbelievable stare, wide eyed and certain, willingly walking into the unknown…the look that said “I’m yours”. That’s when he kissed her, for the first time…in the dark, with the sharp morning light peeking through the drapes, and the water pouring over them.
She left shortly after the shower, utterly and completely calmed. They would continue this routine, each time she came a little sooner and left a little later.
