“Don’t stop,” she breathed heavily into his ear. His hand grazed the inside of her thigh as his tender lips moistened her neck. He knew what he was doing and she was only a willing candidate, a subject on which to be experimented on.

He had known her for so long, he knew her likes and dislikes, and he knew how to change her mood. Tonight, perhaps by accident or coincidence, they had met in the murky bar that she resided above. She sat silently and alone in a dark corner. He only knew it was her by the glow that shined on her face from the dying embers of the fire in the hearth. Tonight she was the image of how he always imagined her when he needed her. Tonight he needed her and he knew where to find her.

It was an unspoken agreement that when he was in need of the love she was willing to give, it was given freely. No questions asked, no requirements, and no restrictions.

She sipped on her drink, the perfect illustration of an elegant lady who was alone. She was swaying slightly in her chair either from the song that was playing in her head, for she always had one, or it was the first sign that she’d had enough to drink.

“Who is the beautiful lady I see? Why it must be someone who I could greatly care about in the future if I was able to get to know her,” he said starting their reunion like he always did. Giving her the hope that one day they would be together… Until then she just drank away her loneliness until he came back home and gave her that small seed of hope.

She smiled into her glass; he was back again, right on time. She looked up and his piercing blue eyes cut into her like a glassy sea that she was afraid to touch. She was always afraid to be too blunt because his eyes gave off the impression of sensitivity. It was as if she were in the presence of someone who had been broken before and could be easily broken again. But, she had known him long enough to know that he had never been hurt before and she didn’t know why she was so careful with him. She just didn’t want to put him through the pain that he put her through.

“Jordan?” she said quietly his outline was blurred to her, either by the alcohol in her blood or by the tears that always seemed to come to her eyes when she first saw him.

“Hey Delaney, how’ve you been?” he asked knowing the inevitable answer. She was the only person who called him Jordan. It might be only because at the beginning of their relationship he had to use an alias, she became accustomed to knowing him as someone that no one else knew about.

“Well, lately I’ve been trying to sober up, so here lately there’s been some blood in my alcohol,” she laughed lightly a laugh that sent shivers up his spine. “I also gave up pills; I don’t even take Tylenol anymore. How’ve you been? I haven’t seen you for almost a year, which is probably for the best,” she said rerouting their conversation from herself, she hated talking about her.

“Ouch Lane, why so cold? I came back didn’t I? I know it’s been a while, but I’ve been busy. I tried to get around to come and see you, but I never got a chance, the guys wouldn’t ever let me have a break, I’m sorry doll. But, I’ll make it up to you tonight I promise,” he said lowering down on one knee in front of her. His shaggy dirty blonde hair falling in front of his eyes, covering some of the possible damage she was going to cause to him.

She stood up and took his hand pulling him along behind her. She’d lead him up to her apartment let him have his pleasure, his sex and then she would drop the bomb on him. Let him know what he not being in her life was going to do to everyone. She was going to kill his dreams and all of his happiness. He had done it to her, why couldn’t she do it to him.

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