Closer

Okay, Dee? Wonderful! I know there’s a lot of errors, especially in “Closer,” but it is my rough draft (ok, shitty excuse, but I’d like to think of it as a reason). Sounding boards are always great. I would’ve liked for this chap to be longer, but I need to think some more bout the next scene, and what exactly is going on in there “present.” I’m thinking I might stay in their past for awhile till I get to the part of their big breakup. And as described by the webmaster of this site I suppose, a “lemon” is a detailed sex scene.

Gypsi, thank you for your continuous support. Anything you want to tell me bout anything, feel free:) Here’s some “morning glow” I suppose. I’m thinking I’ll update by early next week if not tonight, especially cause I feel so bad bout it being so short and I haven’t updated in awhile. It’s not fair to loyal readers as well as REVIEWERS such as yourselves.

Lad_v, lack of reviews is a bit of a downer, but I promise it won’t stop me. As far as this and other sites go, I consider myself to be like the “underground” writer who gets props, but hasn’t gone platinum as far as reviews yet. That’s coo. Bout what you said, that’s why I wrote this, even before I was even in an interracial relationship. Also cause it was different, and would appeal to not necessarily a specific audience, but hopefully lots of different people. Thanks for reviewing. If you ever feel like you may become “unhooked,” let me know where I went wrong.

Rose, thanks for reviewing! And yes, I shall. Hopefully, you’ll like the rest as well, and it won’t end up being “shit.” I think we’d all prefer it to be “sweet,” hmm?

Pamela Harris got home that night, well morning, rather at 4:07 a.m. She was tired and drained, her movements slow. She came back from the boat with only twenty dollars more than what she left with. Which, on a whole wasn’t bad, considering it was a gain. But was completely depressing when she thought about how she could have been ahead by two and twenty-five, if only she had the good sense to stop playing. Obviously, she had not.

She walked by her daughter’s room, briefly glancing at the very slightly ajar door. Hearing the utter quietness of the house, she continued up the stairs to her own room, where she slowly undressed and promptly went to sleep. It had been a long evening after all.

SSSSSSSSSS

Sean was a light sleeper. As soon as he heard the front door close, he knew that Rosalyn’s mother was home. It scared him shitless. Rosalyn insisted on leaving her bedroom door slightly open, for it was her normal procedure every night. She said it would seem awful suspicious if she were to close it all the way, making her mother want to investigate. ‘God, she loves to investigate.’ She had said. Sean had trusted her, and agreed to leave it open. But as her mother walked past the door, with him naked in bed with Ms. Harris’s naked daughter on the other side, he held his breath the entire time. Finally, she went up the stairs, and he didn’t exhale again until all was quiet. Rosalyn slept peacefully all the while.

When Rosalyn awoke that morning, wrapped in the warm, gentle embrace of Sean, she couldn’t stop the smile from spreading on her face. She opened her eyes and saw his staring at her. He was smiling too. Her eyes grew large in fear as she came to a realization. She tried to hastily scramble out of the bed, but was prevented from doing so as his arm was still hooked around her waist.

“What? What’s wrong?” He asked in a low speaking voice, still mindful of her mother being upstairs.

“Morning breath…” She said with her hand over her mouth from embarrassment.

“Hey, it’s okay. Really. Not an issue for me.” She glanced at him sideways before uneasily laying back down beside him. The sun was just rising, its light peaking through the blinds over her window. He gently placed his hand on the back of her head, pulling her closer to him so that he could kiss her.

“Morning, beautiful.” He said before deepening the kiss. She objected no more. The kiss quickly turned into something more, and twelve minutes later, they were both satiated once again.

“I should get going.” He said, sitting up and rubbing at his eyes.

“Yea, I guess so.” She said disappointedly.

“I’ve got an idea. How bout we meet up later today, well, later this morning anyway, for breakfast? We’ll go to High Point and I’ll buy you pancakes.” He said in reference to the local restaurant down the street. She smiled widely at him before giving him a peck on the cheek.

“You know they’re my favorite.”

“Anything for m’lady.”

“Hmm… Just one thing.”

“Like I said— anything.” He said, running his fingers through her tossled hair.

“No funny nicknames, please. No ‘schoompies’ and the like. I don’t want to become one of those people. You know, out in public all over each other, replacing their birth names with way corny ones. It just ain’t me.”

“Okay, Pumpkin.” He said, all the while grinning at her.

“Sean.”

“Baby.”

“That one’s okay.”

“Sugar dumpling.”

“Sugar dumpling?”

“My lil Rose blossom.” He said as he began tickling her.

“Oh, stop!” She accidentally exclaimed, trying in vain to hold in her laughter.

“Schmoopy, schmoopy, schoompy…” He said before kissing her neck, continuing his assault on her. Rosalyn couldn’t take it, and began laughing hysterically.

“Shh, shh! Don’t want dear ol’ mom to come down, do you?” He said, stopping his assault on her. Biting her lower lip, she silently shook her head “no.” He looked at her for a moment before kissing her on the lips.

“I’ll see you later, sweetheart. Eleven okay?”

“Perfect.” She said as he got out of the bed. Sean wore a self satisfied smirk at her lack of objection to him calling her “sweetheart.”