Finding You
“Hey, where you’d go?” She asked with an irresistible kiss to his neck.
“I hate when you drift off like that” She played with a tuft of his freshly washed hair. His hands glided up her body, carefully, as a musician admires his favorite instrument.
“I can hear the kids though…” He smiled, and managed to catch his giddy grin through the corner of his eye; reflected in the bathroom mirror.
He spun her around to admire the beauty that lay in front of him. The mother of his children, the muse to every poem he had written since college, and the specter of lust who chased him through every room of their home.
“I need you,” He whispered, his hands playing through her body and soothed her every ecstatic twitch.
“I want you so, so, so badly honey, but… my Mom is gonna be expecting…us…soon…damn…” Her voice tapered to fevered and passionate breaths. Sharp nails sunk into his moist flesh, dragging a trail of brimming lust up and down his back.
He lips stopped, his hands halted, his body grew cold. He caught his stare through her glare, he watched her body snap back to its rigid form. She grew concerned, she could see the pain flowing from his eyes.
“Hey…where’d you go?”
The setting vanished from his eyes, and he suddenly found himself in a suit at a beautifully polished mahogany table. A hand was on his shoulder, fervently rubbing it back and forth.
“Hey… hey! Where’d you go? We need to finish signing these papers.” His lawyer had a look of disdain across his face, he found himself locked on her though. He stared into her once more as he wrapped his hand around the pen. He whispered to her once more as he signed his name next to hers for the last time.
“…Where’d you go?”