planned to sleep in the spare room, but this night Kayj felt a slight chill and
as Alex let out a faint snore, she curled up on the sheets beside him,
relishing the warmth of him beside her, and closing her eyes, within seconds
she was out like a light!
wasn’t really asleep. He peered down at Kayj’s sleeping face. He couldn’t help thinking way ahead of
himself at the amusing thought that crossed his mind and made him smile, along
the lines that the best way, if one were lacking in the powers of persuasion,
to progress with someone you were in romantic pursuit of, was to nearly die on them, be literally
on the brink, then come back hale, whole and
hearty, and strike while the iron is hot so-to-speak, since their gratitude
that you are still alive would more than sing out that all was forgiven and
would surely move the most stubborn, most frigid and coldest of potential
conquests, therefore fast-tracking to his heart’s desire. He amused himself at
his flippant thoughts. He looked at her
again and his heart did a flutter.
Kayj could in any shape or form be
described as a ‘conquest’ nor was she particularly cold or frigid –stubborn
certainly – but he had been trying hard to perfect his methods to get back into
her good books for months, afraid to
overstep the mark and end up at square one, since they had a steady friendship
going, which, over time became apparent that it wasn’t just to aid the
potential of any experiments they carried out together (friends rather than
enemies work better together, don’t they).
They genuinely had missed each other while they were apart (they had
admitted as much during occasional heart-to-hearts) and had, in Alex’s mind,
turned a corner.
hoped sincerely that it wouldn’t be too long before they were able to start
again as a couple and, if not carry
on where they left off, then at least re-lay the foundation they originally had
(a work in progress admittedly) and with tiny steps, grow closer from there. He
felt it in his bones that she was starting to feel the same way, but she was
cautious and he let her be
cautious. There was no hurry and, for
that matter, no guarantee of success in any case.
although this wasn’t the first time she had ‘stayed over’ (on a half dozen or
so occasions, prior to today – purely for convenience of course – it had usually always been a separate-room affair) so
he was extremely grateful to at least have her under his roof, if not yet back
in his bed per se.
there she was, on his bed at least,
close enough to touch, and she yawned as she opened her eyes and pushed herself
up on her elbows leaning up and over him, and her eyes said it all. With no
more notions of dozing off, he leaned over and took her easily into his arms,
and they looked seriously into each other’s eyes, reading accurately the mutual
longing, before their lips met, gently at first and then more urgently. She didn’t shy away this time.
into her open arms and wrapped himself around her, and whilst once they had
been strangers they began exploring each other as if for the first time and for
Alex, the familiarity of her touch and her scent and her skin overwhelmed him and
brought back luscious memories of greatly missed intimate moments. When she
slipped easily under the sheet beside him, there no longer a poly/cotton
barrier between them, and he slowly and expertly undressed her. The mood was
for a fleeting thought – for a second then it was gone – that if this one act finished him off, (his heart and all that) then it would be
way to go, Alex wouldn’t have broken their embrace, thrown back his
head and laughed out loud!
wanted to know what was so funny, pulling away from him startled, and when he
told her, describing the thought, capturing the humorous side of how ironic it
would be to have escaped the jaws of death after such a major incident, to then
succumb to a cardiac arrest and expire during the throes of love-making, in his
lover’s arms, (his wife’s arms he
then corrected himself), she burst out
laughing too, and before long they were giggling fit to bust at probably the
funniest thing either of them had heard in a long, long time.
stress and tension came out in that laughter during ten whole minutes of pure hilarity.
And it was one of those things which, if you took the time to think
about it, wasn’t even all that funny
and it could have been an entirely different story at the opposite end of the
spectrum with tears all round, but they were tickled by the sheer irony of it
nonetheless, and any tears were the result of side-splitting
honest-to-goodness, pee-inducing amusement.
laughter had subsided sufficiently to render them serious again, the previously
blissful intimacy restored, and with renewed vigour, they resumed their former
positions and with any kind of heart attack except the sweetest kind completely vanished from their minds, they blew each other’s minds as they made up for two years separation during the
following one hour, twenty-three minutes and forty-five seconds.
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About C.M. Donaldson: London-based she is an independent
author, and an avid reader who loves science fiction, detective stories, murder
mysteries and courtroom dramas. Always having kept diaries over the years, the
first work by this author was the real-life humour tale about dieting
struggles, as told from the point of view of a hapless, no-hoper yo-yo dieter,
amusing and relateable (under the pseudonym of Pearl Barley).
Although a humble medical secretary, C.M. Donaldson discovered the pull of the
writing bug and began writing in sci-fi mode, thus creating The AL-EX Project
(Alternative Existence) which came about through having an interest in dreams,
dream interpretation and the mysteries surrounding the dream state.