u/RomanBlackwood

Some moments and actions reveal more than words ever could. I'd like to recall one such instance from my past.

She had plans that evening, a dinner with her husband. It was something she'd been looking forward to for days. She told me so, as we both were sipping on some cold coffee during our break at work. But as the conversation between us deepened, I watched her hesitate. At first, it wasn't clear to me why. Her face fell and she looked away, as if there was something troubling her from the inside. She turned around and left without another word.

Later that night, she arrived at my door, a little flushed, wearing the dress I had gotten her for Secret Santa the previous Christmas.

"I cancelled the dinner plans... He said he's going to be working late..." She said, but her eyes never met mine. Her tone was bittersweet. She stepped in, and the moment the door closed behind her, the air between us changed.

I let the silence fall for a while. The moment our eyes met again, I pulled her closer, my hands sliding over the soft fabric of her dress before finding the warmth of her skin underneath. My palm rubbing against the soft warmth of her thighs. She held her breath in as I pressed her against the wall, her body yielding instantly. There was no hesitation left. Only that sweet, trembling need as I took my time with her. Deep, unhurried, and thorough, feeling her cling to me like she was making up for the plans she had thrown away.

That quiet decision, choosing me instead, choosing desire over duties, always tastes the sweetest.

- Roman

It was late enough that most people had already settled into their own corners. But we weren't. Colleagues, back at my place for a drink. To celebrate the success of a huge project. The conversation was casual. Discussing our favourite TV shows at the moment. Time didn't feel like a restraint somehow.

At some point, she shifted closer. Not all at once. Just enough that the space between us stopped feeling neutral. The tone of her voice changed. Dropped a little. Softer and less guarded. Her cheeks dusted the faintest of pink. Maybe it was the wine, I thought to myself. Though a part of me knew it wasn't. It was the direction where the conversation was headed. There was a pleasant warmth between us.

She leaned subtly towards me, I didn't object. Just glanced towards the clock. She didn't mention leaving again. And I knew this night wasn't ending any time soon.