The Screenplay

Eilla sat on her couch impatiently. Ben would be arriving any second, she thought, staring blankly at the silver clock on the wall. The hands seemed to be moving twice as slow as normal. It was as if she could hear the echo of the second hand as it jolted forward, each time coming as somewhat of a surprise. She ran her fingers through her hair, which she had straightened and pulled half back, and smoothed out the green and white paisley dress she was wearing across her lap. She wanted to look nice for him when he got there.

It seemed like an eternity before Eilla heard a sharp rap at her door. She sprung from her couch seat, a smile breaking out onto her face, and the door burst open before she could even reach it. Ben dashed in and practically slammed the door behind him, an enormous smile plastered across his face. He started to say something, but Eilla had jammed her lips into his before a full word could come out. She knew he had something to say, but didn't care. She needed this more. Ben seemed to agree his sentence could wait, as his surprised lips relaxed and he kissed her back.

"I... missed you...." Eilla said, squeezing her words into breaths between her hard kisses. Ben seemed to want to pull after a moment, but Eilla could not stop herself. She held him tighter and pushed her tongue longingly into Ben's mouth, where he accepted by massaging it with his own. He let out a muffled groan as he leaned Eilla slowly into the wall of her living room, pressing her upright against it. Eilla let out moans of her own, unable to contain her urge to show Ben how much she wanted to be with him. Her thigh rubbed carelessly against Ben's crotch, which she could feel becoming excited. He leaned harder agaist her, getting the signals that Eilla was not in the mood to talk, which he didn't mind.

"God, its good to see you," Ben said quickly, to keep his lips away from her only as little as he had to. He dove immediately into her neck, sucking gently, beginning to move his knee between her legs slowly but with a lot of pressure. Eilla began fumbling with the top of Ben's jean's, which had somehow become impossible to take off. She tugged violently at them for a moment before Ben finally had to shove them down himself, taking his boxers with them. Eilla lifted her left leg and wrapped it forcefully around Ben, who's hands were now wandering under her skirt and began stoking the inside of her panties with is rough, strong hands. She began to pant slightly, her eyes closed, and she dropped her leg and moved her hips with purpose as Ben pulled her panties down.

Ben tried unsucessfully to pin a sprawling and groping Eilla against the wall, but she was too impatient. His hand still moving and thrilling her under the dress, she pulled him to the ground, directly in front of the door. He was rock hard, entirely too ready, extremely into the passionate welcome Eilla had given him. She was now below him, legs spread wide, back arched dying for him to overwhelm her. His hands slid under the arch in her back as he entered her, breathing heavily, overcome with a feeling unlike one he had ever experienced. The two of them were full of nothing but unbridled desire, wanted nothing more than the physical connection. It felt so strange to be so focused on their bodies, they had barely said hello to one another and now here they were, hearts racing, crashing into one another with each thrust on the carpet in front of Eilla's apartment door.

Minutes later, Ben still laid on top of Eilla, both breathing heavily and in no hurry to move. Eilla, between gasps, forced her lips into a satisfied smile. Ben nuzzled himself back into Eilla's neck, his hot breath pounding against her moist neck. She felt the hair on his face brushing against the top of her chest as his lips moved slowly down, trailing small effortless kisses around her collarbone.

"How was your trip?" Eilla finally said, breaking the silence. Ben pulled himself up, looking around in slight amazement at the spontaneity of their position.

"Amazing," He said, helping her off the ground. He pulled up his jeans. "You're never going to believe what happened."

"What is it?" Eilla asked. Ben's face was lighting up like a kid on Christmas morning, clearly trying to keep Eilla is suspense but at the same time, unable to keep the news inside.

"They want me on ESPN." He excaimed, pumping his fist. "They want me, baby, once a week, special correspondence, on TV." His eyes were flashing with excitement. "ME!" He yelled.

"Ben, that's fantastic!" Eilla congratulated him, astonished at this. "How?"

"I don't know! I still don't believe it happened. I guess it was just the right place at the right time, some ESPN hotshot was there for some reason and he liked my charisma!" Ben was giddy. He slid his arms around Eilla gently. "You're going to be the wife of a TV star," he said softly.

Eilla's heart dropped what seemed like a mile. Was Ben proposing? His lips fell onto hers, but she was to preoccupied with these thoughts. He did say wife, right? They weren't engaged. Did he mean to say that? Where was the ring? Was he going to get on one knee? Their lips separated and she gave his a nervous smile. "Are you ok?" He asked, sensing her confusion but not understanding why.

"Eh... Yeah," Eilla stammered. Obviously this was not the moment she had been expecting. "I'm so proud of you," She said finally.