Crash Meeting

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“So the guy comes back, sweaty and bloody, and says to the bartender, ‘Now where is that bitch with the abscess tooth?’ Abscess tooth!”

Her friends were laughing hysterically. Forrest had always had terrible taste in jokes, and this one was no different. It didn’t help that they’d all been there for several hours, and had far too many beers. This was a holiday tradition. As far apart as everyone got, moving to different towns, different states, every year at Christmas time they would all get together in their home town and have one night of raucous drinking at the same pub. Some years there was over fifteen of them, some years there were only three or four. This year was destined to be the last here, however, as there was a sign over the door saying that the property had been purchased by a development company; they were going to tear it down and build a parking garage.

“Baby, can you order me another pint of this? I need to go to the lady’s,” she said to her fiancé, finishing off her glass and handing it over to him.

“Yeah, sure. I’ll get me one, too.” He kissed her on the cheek as he got up to let her out of the booth.

She worked her way across the room, through the door, then up the stairs that led to the hallway which contained the bathrooms. The only bathrooms in the pub were placed on an upper level with the restaurant, which was closed now due to the late hour. Their group was the only one left in the bar.

She reached her hand inside the door and searched the wall for the light switch she knew was there. As her hand flipped the switch, she felt large hands grab her shoulders and shove her inside.

“What the hell?” she gasped out, her hands instinctively going to the keys in her pocket to use as a weapon as she swung herself around to get a look at her attacker.

“Shhhh...” he whispered, putting one finger to his lips as the other hand reached behind him to lock the door.

“Lee, what the fuck are you doing? You’re a bloody cop, for Christ’s sake; you aren’t supposed to be attacking women in the bathroom!” She released the grip on her keys and dropped them back into her pocket.

“I can’t take this anymore, Renee. Every year you come here, and you pay attention to me, and you look at me like you’ve always looked at me, and you hug me at the end of the night, and I just can’t Goddamned take it anymore!” Lee spat the words out with such vehemence she couldn’t believe it.

“Shit, Lee. I didn’t mean to give you the wrong impression, but...” she trailed off as she saw the look in his eyes. “Oh, God. You know.”

“David told me. Well, he didn’t tell me exactly, but he mentioned to me that you had both gotten drunk one night, and that Rob had gone to bed, and the two of you were up for hours later drinking. He told me that you told him that you couldn’t stop thinking about me. That you asked him if I ever mentioned you, if I ever mentioned what happened between us and how I felt about it.” As he spoke he had moved towards her, his voice dropping to a low tenor, his hand had moved out to caress her cheek.

“There are only two reasons you would do that, Renee. Either you feel as though you never got the last word and you want it. Or you still want me.” He grasped her cheek firmly in his hand and forced her to look at him. “Which is it?”

Confusion coursed through her veins. Which was it? Truth told it was both. And she would never have this opportunity again, never be able to come back to this strange cataclysmic meeting with him. But, dammit, they were in a public restroom. And all of their friends and her fiancé were directly one floor below them. Any one of them could come up at any time.

“We don’t have much time, Renee. Tell me, which is it?” These words were whispered against her lips, his breath caressing them warmly.

“Both, Lee. Oh, God it’s both.” As these words escaped her lips, she felt his connect with her neck, nuzzling gently.

“Lee, this isn’t right. We shouldn’t be doing this!” she gasped these words out as her hands strolled up his chest, finally making contact with his top button and undoing it.

“Shhhh...Save your energy for what we’re about to do.”

He grasped her hips as his lips and tongue continued to devour her neck. She continued unbuttoning his shirt, finally running her hands over the open expanse of skin she uncovered.

Pushing her towards the counter, he kissed her forcefully, his tongue meeting her greedy one as they both began to pant.

“Not on the counter, it’s filthy!” she stated, tearing her lips away from his.

“Fine,” he growled. Kissing his way down her jaw, he led her in a spin, so that she was facing the sink, and consequently the mirror.

Unbuttoning her jeans he said, “See how good we still look together? We have always looked good together. Always.”

“God, Lee. Oh, God!” Her words were coming out in pants as he shoved his hands down her now unbuttoned jeans. She watched the flexing of his forearm as he put is fingers under the waistband of her panties and wriggled them down to her clit.

“We don’t have much time,” he said again, stroking her roughly.

“We don’t need it,” she said, putting her hands behind her to unfasten his pants.

She couldn’t do much from this position and they both knew it. Quickly, they each grasped their own waistbands and underwear and shoved them to their knees. He ran a hand down her buttocks palm first, then twisted it so that he could caress her wetness with his fingertips.

“I knew you still wanted me. I don’t think you knew how Freudian your emails were about guns and sizes and calibers, and your questions about which weapon I would choose for you.” As he spoke, he inserted two fingers into her, checking to be sure she was wet enough for him.

“Oh, I knew. Just wasn’t sure you would get it, is all.” She looked his reflection in the eye as she said this. “Thing is, Lee, I’ve been dropping Goddamned hints all over the place for over fifteen years, waiting for them to get to you.”

“Damn good thing I finally got it then, isn’t it?” he growled against her neck as he suckled on it again.

“You want me and I’m yours...For now, or for forever!” she gasped out as he shoved himself into her, grabbing her hips and pulling them back toward him. She was forced to bend slightly and brace her hands on the dirty counter. Her eyes met his in the mirror.

“You mean that?” he ground out between his teeth, moving slowly back and forth inside of her.

“Yes. Yes I mean that!” She was biting her bottom lip. It had been years since he had been inside her, since he had fucked her. Truth be told, this was her favorite position with him.

Her musings were cut short as he shoved his hands under her shirt, and pushed her bra roughly over her breasts so that he would have access to them. As he alternated between twisting and pulling her nipples and kneading her breasts, they watched each other in the mirror.

“We don’t have much time,” she said sarcastically, throwing his own words back in his face.

He smiled conspiratorially back at her, and quickened his pace. Her hand went down to her clit to finger it in tight circles, quickening along with the pace of his thrusts.

“Oh fuck, Renee, fuck!” he moaned.

“Lee,” she cried, as a fast and powerful orgasm swept over her body.

He pulled her up against him, his chest meeting her back, and kissed her neck as he continued to pound her in short, hard strokes.

“Oh, God, Renee, forever!” he groaned against her ear, as he came hard and fast inside her.

They stood there for a moment, him still buried inside her while his face was buried against her neck.

She pulled herself together and watched his reflection, waiting for him to come back to himself.

“Do you...do you mean that?” she questioned tentatively.

His eyes met hers, and he stroked the hair away from the nape of her neck and gave it a gentle kiss before looking back at her.

“The biggest mistake I made was never committing to you. I had so many opportunities. I regret it more than anything. If you’re willing to accept it, yes. I mean that. I don’t know how to love anyone but you.”

“Right. Now I just have to figure out how to tell Rob,” she said, her voice low.

“You love him.” He was making a statement.

“Of course!” she responded, pulling herself away from him, and doing up her pants.

He turned from her slightly, fixed up his pants, and began to button his shirt. He drew in a deep breath and said, “Renee, take all the time you need. I’m not going anywhere. This time, I’ll wait for you.”

With these words he kissed her gently on the lips, and strode out the door.