“I hope you don’t mind me dropping in like this,” says Chris.
“Um, I really wish you would have called first,” I cringe.
It’s still early and I’ve barely woken up. My hair is tangled and I have massive bags under my eyes. I’m wearing a pink, fluffy dressing gown and a faded pair of bed socks that have clearly seen better days.
“I’m so not in the mood for this,” I think to myself. “It’s as if he hasn’t even noticed my discomfort.” “Sorry,” he replies, nonchalantly.
Chris spies the cardboard box sitting on the teak dining table. It’s overflowing with books, clothing and an odd looking electric toothbrush.
“Would you like a cup of tea or coffee?” I ask, hoping that he will politely decline my offer. “A coffee sounds great. You know how I like it.”
He looks over at me but I can’t bring myself to meet his gaze. Christopher is always so relaxed with his deliberately tousled hair and slightly worn, vintage jeans. Sometimes, I think he’s just playing it cool and that deep down he’s just as anxious as the rest of us. He rummages through the box and the sides of his mouth turn downwards.
“Have I forgotten something?” I ask. “That should be the last of your stuff.”
“There are a few things missing,” he grunts.
“Do you want me to have another look around or do you want your drink first?” “I’d like to have a cuppa with you,” he says. “Maybe, we could talk things through?” “You broke up with me, remember? There isn’t really much left to say!”
I bring the warm mug of coffee over to the table and pull out a chair next to him. I leave a civilised amount of distance between us because it’s difficult to be in such close proximity. I want to kiss him but –
“Okay, so no talking then?” he asks.
“No – just coffee,” I reply.
“You forgot my reading glasses.”
“I will have another look in the bedroom.”
I open the chest of drawers and rummage through the bedside tables. I was sure I had put them in the box, but who knows? I walk into the ensuite and check the medicine cabinet. I find Chris’ glasses sitting on a shelf between his aftershave and a tube of personal lubricant.
“Here you go,” I say, as I place them on the table in front of him. “Oh, and your cologne.”
“Thanks Prue.”
“That should be all,” I lie, knowing that there is one thing he will never be getting back. “Sit down and finish your tea,” he says.
“So how’s work?”
“Good.”
“And Fred? I hope he hasn’t been missing me too much!” I laugh.
“It’s funny you should ask,” he beams. “Fred dragged a pair of your fancy knickers into his kennel and he won’t let me near them.”
“It’s all good. He can keep them!”
“Speaking of clothing, do you still have my black t-shirt with the faded skull design on the front?” “Which shirt was that?” I ask facetiously.
“You know the one.”
“No, I don’t.”
“I bet you’re wearing it right now?”
“No, I’m not!”
Chris reaches for the ties on my dressing gown.
“Alright,” I concede. “You’ve caught me.”
He stifles a laugh and gazes into my eyes as if to ask for permission.
“Go ahead.”
He undoes my robe and pulls the collar back.
“I bloody well knew it!”
“The way I see it Fred got to keep my panties so it’s only fair -”
“Nope, I want it back,” he interrupts.
“But it’s all I have left of you,” I sigh.
“Well, maybe you shouldn’t have been so jealous and controlling,” he says. “It’s like you didn’t trust me.”
“Because women adore you and… I’m insecure.”
“That’s your problem,” he retorts. “Not mine.”
“You’re no better,” I scoff. “You pushed me away because things started to get serious.”
“You know I’m afraid of commitment.”
“Whatever.”
“Prue, I don’t want to argue with you right now. I just want my shirt back.”
“If you want it so badly, you’ll have to take it from me!”
“Fine.”
I stand up and let my gown fall to the floor. Chris’ t-shirt hangs loosely over my breasts and sits half way down my thighs. He looks at me for a moment and his blue eyes sparkle. I tuck one side of the tee into my lacy thong, just to taunt him.
“What are you waiting for?” I sneer.
I lick my lips and he gets up from his chair. Chris wraps his fingers around the hem of the shirt and pulls it over my head in one forceful movement.
“Oh, baby,” he moans.
I stand there completely naked apart from my panties and socks.
“You are so hard to resist Prue,” he grumbles, as he bites down on his bottom lip. “Then don’t,” I reply.
“Alright, lose the undies,” he orders me. “And those bloody awful socks!”
“Are they really that offensive to you?” I giggle.
“Yes, they are the ugliest socks I have ever seen,” he chuckles.
He smiles at me and it’s almost like I’ve forgotten about our tumultuous breakup. Chris carefully cups his hands around my face and presses his nose against mine. I tilt my head and part my lips slightly in anticipation. He kisses me and I relish the familiar taste of his beautiful mouth.
“I’ve been so lost without you,” he whispers.
We take a couple of steps backwards into the kitchen and Chris lifts me up onto the island. The marble feels cold against my arse, but I don’t really care. He flicks my long, flowing hair to one side and kisses my neck with an intense fervour. I whimper softly as his stubble tickles my delicate skin. He runs the backs of his fingers down both of my sides and it makes me tremble.
“I’ve missed you so fucking much,” I moan.
Chris ignores my breasts and dips his head towards my belly. He lavishes me with kisses and licks around my navel. He glances up at me and winks before blowing a cool stream of air onto my wet stomach.
“Ooh,” I shiver. “You remembered…”
“Of course I did!”
“Mmm… I love it when you do that.”
My nipples are standing to attention and Chris envelops them with his mouth one at a time. I unfasten his belt and unzip his jeans. I pull down his boxers to stroke his shaft using just the right amount of pressure. He closes his eyes and groans through his teeth as I continue to jerk him off.
Chris pulls back and looks at me hungrily.
“Lie down,” he says.
As I recline on the countertop, I notice that Chris has run back into the dining room. “Where do you think you’re going?” I snarl.
He returns with his old t-shirt which he has rolled up into a makeshift pillow. “To support your neck,” he explains, as he gently places it beneath my head.
Chris lifts up one of my legs and kisses the tender spot beneath my knee.
“Oh, fuck!”
“I know just what you like, don’t I Prue?”
“Mmm.”
“What do you want me to do now?”
“The other one, behind the knee, that’s it… Ooh!”
Chris massages my inner thighs and my legs erupt into goose pimples. His lips hover above my groin and his hot breath skims against my outer labia.
“You’re making me crazy!” I moan.
“Patience has never been one of your strengths,” he laughs.
I open myself to him and he kisses my inner labia. My whole body shakes as he circles my clit with his firm, wet tongue.
“Mmm hmm,” he moans, as he sucks on my pearl
“Ooh…I’m almost there babe! Don’t stop!”
I buck my hips forward and grasp at his slightly damp hair.
“Yes!” I cry, as I come on his face.
I sit up and pull Chris towards me, planting a passionate kiss on his lips. He reaches behind me to grab his t-shirt which is now covered in sweat.
“Is it a bad time to tell you that I don’t even like that shirt?” he smirks.
“You always were such a bastard!” I laugh.
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