FIRE OF THE NIGHT
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
24
Views:
32,709
Reviews:
104
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Wishing it was
Chapter 10 - **Wishing it was**
Gerry woke up in a room lit up by the morning sunlight. Bleary eyed he followed the rays of golden light that came through the curtains, moving in a light breeze. Eyes half shut he tried to rub away the fuzzy feeling and tried to bring things into focus.
After a short moment of confusion everything that had happened tumbled all at once through his mind. He turned his head to the right and there was the culprit in this twisted game. She lay on her stomach, face tuned away from him and he felt unable to revisit the annoyance and anger he had felt at times the evening before. These feelings seemed very distant now in the light of the new day.
He studied the smooth skin that was unclothed and the indentation that flowed smoothly along her spine and ended where her pyjama trousers regrettably began. He extended his hand wanting to touch her, but he did not want to wake her. After hesitating for a moment, he withdrew his hand slowly. The dizziness in his head had vanished, but what he really needed now was a shower. Should he just leave and go home? His urge to clean up finally overpowered his wish to leave.
The warm jets of water tingled pleasantly on his skin and flowed steadily down his body in clear rivulets, washing away the remainders of his ejaculate just as much as the skin deep memories of the night. After he felt satisfactory clean, he dressed and a quick look into the mirror confirmed that had already seen better days.
When Gerry re-entered the bedroom Tam was still fast asleep. He picked up his watch from the bedside table and on his way out a look at the alarm clock on her bedside table made him pause. It was nearly 9am. Hadn’t she mentioned work? After a short internal struggle whether to leave or wake her, he put his hand onto her shoulder and shook it gently “Hey, wake up. Wake up…” She stirred immediately and turned around looking drowsy and confused with wildly tousled hair that was all over her face.
He grinned “hey sleepyhead I have a feeling you need to get up” and pointed towards the alarm clock. One look at the time made her groan and attempt to jump out of bed only to nearly fall over. He steadied her, laughed and with a raised eyebrow mocked “good morning to you too honey2. She stumbled towards the bathroom and mumbled an unintelligible answer before the door slammed shut.
Gerry grinned. He actually felt quite felt good and when he elicited the feeling, he decided that he felt much more in control of things now. What he needed now was a coffee and he was good to go. Hence Gerry proceeded towards the door and stopped. Damn, how he hated these moments. He felt obligated to at least leave a note or…something. When he entered the kitchen the phone started to ring and he nearly jumped that the noise. Although he had no intention to pick it up, he took the phone and carried it towards the bathroom.
She came bolting through the door, half dressed and took the phone out of his hand “thanks”. On his way back to the kitchen he grinned to himself. She had looked good wearing black trousers and a red lacy bra only. He started to regret that she would soon race off to work. The only appointment he had was later in the day and it would not hurt to have breakfast together, although come to think of it, having sex would be preferable.
Maybe he should make some coffee and check out the fridge. It did not take him long to figure out how to start the coffee machine and he felt satisfaction as he watched the water noisily run through the filter. His grumbling stomach made him peel his eyes off the coffee gathering in the glass can. He opened the fridge widely and found it well filled with all kinds of goodies.
When Tamsin entered the kitchen a little later Gerry stood in front of the fridge frowning, with a box of eggs in one hand and a honeydew melon in the other. She took in the unexpected sight and laughed “you might want to reconsider having a melon-omelette for brekkie”.
He beamed proudly at her “Want a cup of coffee? I figured we could both do with some.” She silently sank down onto a chair and nodded at him. “Alright here you go and don’t tell me you have to go to work before food has found its way to my stomach! I’m starving!”
She grinned and replied “You’re lucky actually. My colleague will cover me andl tell our boss that I have a meeting out of office. I only need to be there before our Monday-noon-meeting.”
When she saw the wheels turn in his head she added “I work for an advertising agency”, but did neither detail this information nor ask him about his job. He felt surprised, but right now food was on a sole position at the very top of his priority list.
She took the eggs and melon out of his hands and put them onto the counter behind and winked at him “I think I will take it from here. I’m really not in the mood for melon and eggs right now you know”
He narrowed his eyes, pushed past her - but not without putting both hands onto her hip from behind - and growled into her ear “I can cook you know…kind of at least” before he moved on to pour himself another cup of coffee.
A little later both sat on Tam’s tiny balcony in the sun. She watched Gerry devour his mushroom & herb omelet as if he had been starved for a week and snorted with laughter when he choked on a piece too hastily swallowed.
Eyes tearing up from the coughing, he put his plate down on the ground next to where he sat and picked up a piece of bread to throw it at her.
She protested in vain and was hit by a flying grape. “Hey you pig! There goes my perception of you being a cultured man!” She put her plate down too and flung a handful of cornflakes at him. Some got caught in his hair and some made their way into his only partly buttoned up shirt. Gerry tried to get the cornflakes out of his hair by running both hands through it and threatened “you will pay for that, you know that don’t you?”
With that he lunged at her and pinned her against the wall “you will get every single cornflake out of that shirt…now!” She giggled, stared determinedly into the green eyes above her and started to unbutton his shirt. When she reached the second button their lips met in a surprisingly demure kiss and she put her hand around his neck, stroking the short hair there.
She felt his hands on her hips and when he broke the gentle kiss after a moment, his face was still close to hers, his breath warm on her skin. She took her hand away from his neck and asked “what about the cornflakes.’” He sighed “you sure know how to break the mood.”
Laughing she re-commenced to unbutton his shirt, which he decided was not too bad after all. He quickly reconsidered this when she swiftly swiped away the crumbs that stubbornly stuck to his stomach. In his opinion she showed a considerable lack of appreciation for the subject.
”Oh come on, stop the sulking Gerry!” and accompanying this, Tamsin’s hand holding a strawberry entered his field of vision. With his teeth he took it out from between her fingers but not without intentionally biting her index finger. She yelped “ouch you bastard!” and a slap onto his chest was the tit for tat response.
He laughed wickedly getting back into the spirit and crawled towards her. This time he claimed her lips with more determination than before. When they peeled themselves apart for a moment, Tamsin checked her watch and saw with alarm that she’d most likely be late for the meeting if she didn’t hurry. “Dammit” she exclaimed loudly. Gerry raised both eyebrows and smirked.
”I will be late for that damn meeting and David will be furious, especially since I have to present my concept today.” Reacting quickly, he jumped up and extended his hand “come on then, we’ll get you there in time.” She hesitated “Go, go…get your stuff and I’ll call a cab.” She looked at him in surprise and then after initial hesitation took his hand and soon bolted around getting her things together.
Two minutes before noon the cab pulled up in front of her workplace and Tamsin was on her way out of the cab when Gerry grabbed her wrist just in time “hey, you won’t get out of here without saying goodbye.”
The reality of the situation hit her all of a sudden. For the whole journey all her thoughts had been revolving solely around getting there on time and going over what she needed to deliver during her short but important presentation. It was time to say goodbye to Gerry and maybe this would be a goodbye for good.
The last thing she needed was a short term affair. Even if they met again, he would most likely still disappear once he had satisfied his ego by getting her into bed once more. She sat back again and turned towards Gerry with little emotion showing on her face.
“Thanks for getting me here in time Gerry and…er…I had a good time… nonetheless… everything.” Gerry looked at her seriously and both met in the middle of the backseats to kiss each other on both cheeks. “‘You take care of yourself and now go give them one great pitch!” he said.
Their eyes met and she hastily got out of the cab, closed the door and felt as if it was the door to their relationship.
Gerry sat back and let out a long drawn breath. Warm air was streaming through the half opened window and the cabbie was turning up the volume of the song that was on, but Gerry was too distracted to listen to the lyrics…
“…Good times can put me in fear
I always feel safe when things are bad
so I cannot let you come near
…
Pain never makes me cry, but happiness does,
it's so strange to watch your life walk by
…
I tell you I’ve been here before
when it's moving this fast, it's a matter of time
one of us walks out that door
it seems that I thrive on the dark side of things
…
Give this some thought
and I'm sure you will know
This is the way it must be…”
Gerry felt uneasy. He pulled out his cell phone and rang a friend.
They agreed upon meeting later that night for dinner and when Gerry was asked whether he would bring a date, he hesitated and then quickly said “yeah, see you later”. Once he had ended the call, he started to flip through his phone contacts until he came across the number he had been looking for.
He dialled and soon the other phone was picked up. He smiled and said cheerily “Hi Rachel, it’s Gerry here. Remember me? We met a few weeks ago.”
~Epilogue~
Dark things are hidden deep inside us. So deep we only sense their existence in scarce moments. They hold us back but we don’t know what it is that impedes us from finding happiness.
But the shadows on our soul are so much part of our life, that it is hard to give up the comfort they give by their familiarity.
In a paradox act we keep holding on to the very things we despise the most, whilst we desperately try to push them away. There are things we wish for with all our heart, yet undermine them under the influence of that tempting darkness.
What we know too well in the end is the unhappiness that returns and returns and returns when the shadows take flight and our soul with them.
But then - after a long-drawn battle - something in us becomes stronger. So strong that it unsettles the darkness and finally overpowers it. But although it will remain a secret to us what in detail has happened, we can at last push the darkness away and be free.
Gerry woke up in a room lit up by the morning sunlight. Bleary eyed he followed the rays of golden light that came through the curtains, moving in a light breeze. Eyes half shut he tried to rub away the fuzzy feeling and tried to bring things into focus.
After a short moment of confusion everything that had happened tumbled all at once through his mind. He turned his head to the right and there was the culprit in this twisted game. She lay on her stomach, face tuned away from him and he felt unable to revisit the annoyance and anger he had felt at times the evening before. These feelings seemed very distant now in the light of the new day.
He studied the smooth skin that was unclothed and the indentation that flowed smoothly along her spine and ended where her pyjama trousers regrettably began. He extended his hand wanting to touch her, but he did not want to wake her. After hesitating for a moment, he withdrew his hand slowly. The dizziness in his head had vanished, but what he really needed now was a shower. Should he just leave and go home? His urge to clean up finally overpowered his wish to leave.
The warm jets of water tingled pleasantly on his skin and flowed steadily down his body in clear rivulets, washing away the remainders of his ejaculate just as much as the skin deep memories of the night. After he felt satisfactory clean, he dressed and a quick look into the mirror confirmed that had already seen better days.
When Gerry re-entered the bedroom Tam was still fast asleep. He picked up his watch from the bedside table and on his way out a look at the alarm clock on her bedside table made him pause. It was nearly 9am. Hadn’t she mentioned work? After a short internal struggle whether to leave or wake her, he put his hand onto her shoulder and shook it gently “Hey, wake up. Wake up…” She stirred immediately and turned around looking drowsy and confused with wildly tousled hair that was all over her face.
He grinned “hey sleepyhead I have a feeling you need to get up” and pointed towards the alarm clock. One look at the time made her groan and attempt to jump out of bed only to nearly fall over. He steadied her, laughed and with a raised eyebrow mocked “good morning to you too honey2. She stumbled towards the bathroom and mumbled an unintelligible answer before the door slammed shut.
Gerry grinned. He actually felt quite felt good and when he elicited the feeling, he decided that he felt much more in control of things now. What he needed now was a coffee and he was good to go. Hence Gerry proceeded towards the door and stopped. Damn, how he hated these moments. He felt obligated to at least leave a note or…something. When he entered the kitchen the phone started to ring and he nearly jumped that the noise. Although he had no intention to pick it up, he took the phone and carried it towards the bathroom.
She came bolting through the door, half dressed and took the phone out of his hand “thanks”. On his way back to the kitchen he grinned to himself. She had looked good wearing black trousers and a red lacy bra only. He started to regret that she would soon race off to work. The only appointment he had was later in the day and it would not hurt to have breakfast together, although come to think of it, having sex would be preferable.
Maybe he should make some coffee and check out the fridge. It did not take him long to figure out how to start the coffee machine and he felt satisfaction as he watched the water noisily run through the filter. His grumbling stomach made him peel his eyes off the coffee gathering in the glass can. He opened the fridge widely and found it well filled with all kinds of goodies.
When Tamsin entered the kitchen a little later Gerry stood in front of the fridge frowning, with a box of eggs in one hand and a honeydew melon in the other. She took in the unexpected sight and laughed “you might want to reconsider having a melon-omelette for brekkie”.
He beamed proudly at her “Want a cup of coffee? I figured we could both do with some.” She silently sank down onto a chair and nodded at him. “Alright here you go and don’t tell me you have to go to work before food has found its way to my stomach! I’m starving!”
She grinned and replied “You’re lucky actually. My colleague will cover me andl tell our boss that I have a meeting out of office. I only need to be there before our Monday-noon-meeting.”
When she saw the wheels turn in his head she added “I work for an advertising agency”, but did neither detail this information nor ask him about his job. He felt surprised, but right now food was on a sole position at the very top of his priority list.
She took the eggs and melon out of his hands and put them onto the counter behind and winked at him “I think I will take it from here. I’m really not in the mood for melon and eggs right now you know”
He narrowed his eyes, pushed past her - but not without putting both hands onto her hip from behind - and growled into her ear “I can cook you know…kind of at least” before he moved on to pour himself another cup of coffee.
A little later both sat on Tam’s tiny balcony in the sun. She watched Gerry devour his mushroom & herb omelet as if he had been starved for a week and snorted with laughter when he choked on a piece too hastily swallowed.
Eyes tearing up from the coughing, he put his plate down on the ground next to where he sat and picked up a piece of bread to throw it at her.
She protested in vain and was hit by a flying grape. “Hey you pig! There goes my perception of you being a cultured man!” She put her plate down too and flung a handful of cornflakes at him. Some got caught in his hair and some made their way into his only partly buttoned up shirt. Gerry tried to get the cornflakes out of his hair by running both hands through it and threatened “you will pay for that, you know that don’t you?”
With that he lunged at her and pinned her against the wall “you will get every single cornflake out of that shirt…now!” She giggled, stared determinedly into the green eyes above her and started to unbutton his shirt. When she reached the second button their lips met in a surprisingly demure kiss and she put her hand around his neck, stroking the short hair there.
She felt his hands on her hips and when he broke the gentle kiss after a moment, his face was still close to hers, his breath warm on her skin. She took her hand away from his neck and asked “what about the cornflakes.’” He sighed “you sure know how to break the mood.”
Laughing she re-commenced to unbutton his shirt, which he decided was not too bad after all. He quickly reconsidered this when she swiftly swiped away the crumbs that stubbornly stuck to his stomach. In his opinion she showed a considerable lack of appreciation for the subject.
”Oh come on, stop the sulking Gerry!” and accompanying this, Tamsin’s hand holding a strawberry entered his field of vision. With his teeth he took it out from between her fingers but not without intentionally biting her index finger. She yelped “ouch you bastard!” and a slap onto his chest was the tit for tat response.
He laughed wickedly getting back into the spirit and crawled towards her. This time he claimed her lips with more determination than before. When they peeled themselves apart for a moment, Tamsin checked her watch and saw with alarm that she’d most likely be late for the meeting if she didn’t hurry. “Dammit” she exclaimed loudly. Gerry raised both eyebrows and smirked.
”I will be late for that damn meeting and David will be furious, especially since I have to present my concept today.” Reacting quickly, he jumped up and extended his hand “come on then, we’ll get you there in time.” She hesitated “Go, go…get your stuff and I’ll call a cab.” She looked at him in surprise and then after initial hesitation took his hand and soon bolted around getting her things together.
Two minutes before noon the cab pulled up in front of her workplace and Tamsin was on her way out of the cab when Gerry grabbed her wrist just in time “hey, you won’t get out of here without saying goodbye.”
The reality of the situation hit her all of a sudden. For the whole journey all her thoughts had been revolving solely around getting there on time and going over what she needed to deliver during her short but important presentation. It was time to say goodbye to Gerry and maybe this would be a goodbye for good.
The last thing she needed was a short term affair. Even if they met again, he would most likely still disappear once he had satisfied his ego by getting her into bed once more. She sat back again and turned towards Gerry with little emotion showing on her face.
“Thanks for getting me here in time Gerry and…er…I had a good time… nonetheless… everything.” Gerry looked at her seriously and both met in the middle of the backseats to kiss each other on both cheeks. “‘You take care of yourself and now go give them one great pitch!” he said.
Their eyes met and she hastily got out of the cab, closed the door and felt as if it was the door to their relationship.
Gerry sat back and let out a long drawn breath. Warm air was streaming through the half opened window and the cabbie was turning up the volume of the song that was on, but Gerry was too distracted to listen to the lyrics…
“…Good times can put me in fear
I always feel safe when things are bad
so I cannot let you come near
…
Pain never makes me cry, but happiness does,
it's so strange to watch your life walk by
…
I tell you I’ve been here before
when it's moving this fast, it's a matter of time
one of us walks out that door
it seems that I thrive on the dark side of things
…
Give this some thought
and I'm sure you will know
This is the way it must be…”
Gerry felt uneasy. He pulled out his cell phone and rang a friend.
They agreed upon meeting later that night for dinner and when Gerry was asked whether he would bring a date, he hesitated and then quickly said “yeah, see you later”. Once he had ended the call, he started to flip through his phone contacts until he came across the number he had been looking for.
He dialled and soon the other phone was picked up. He smiled and said cheerily “Hi Rachel, it’s Gerry here. Remember me? We met a few weeks ago.”
~Epilogue~
Dark things are hidden deep inside us. So deep we only sense their existence in scarce moments. They hold us back but we don’t know what it is that impedes us from finding happiness.
But the shadows on our soul are so much part of our life, that it is hard to give up the comfort they give by their familiarity.
In a paradox act we keep holding on to the very things we despise the most, whilst we desperately try to push them away. There are things we wish for with all our heart, yet undermine them under the influence of that tempting darkness.
What we know too well in the end is the unhappiness that returns and returns and returns when the shadows take flight and our soul with them.
But then - after a long-drawn battle - something in us becomes stronger. So strong that it unsettles the darkness and finally overpowers it. But although it will remain a secret to us what in detail has happened, we can at last push the darkness away and be free.