in our
features. A satisfaction like watching a lean leopard creep through
the grass. And like the nocturnal leopard, the machine stopped at
last, when the sun rose in a clear sky. Shone through Fallon's
bedroom window. Crept carefully along the floor, caressing her legs
and body before at last stroking her cheeks and kissing her awake
like a nurturing mother.
Darragh came over early. Fallon was still in
her robe and nightgown when he rang the bell. He always rang.
Rather than use his own key and surprise her in a private moment.
He'd never caught her clipping her toe-nails or picking her teeth.
Or worse.
"Hello, gorgeous," he said. Kissed her and
completed his traditional triple greeting: doorbell, kiss,
hello.
"Mm. What's that smell? The one that's not
my hunky man?"
"That's me too," Darragh said. He held up a
bag with a green logo on it.
"Brekkie!" she said, "let me get us set up
on the kitchen."
"I'll do it. You get the coffee going. I can
never figure your machine."
They ate and drank coffee.
"So, Fallon. I've been thinking," he said.
Between sips.
"I don't pay you think," she said.
"I want a raise."
They laughed and smiled at each other.
"What have you been thinking about then?"
she asked.
"I think. I think we should talk about it at
least. About moving in together," he said.
"Oh, Darragh!" she said, "How long have you
been thinking about this. I've wanted to say it for ages."
"A few weeks I guess. Then. I don't know.
Everything seemed so perfect today. I just woke up and everything
was so good. And I was thinking, I'm only missing one thing. To
wake up with you."
"Let's do it," she said, "give notice today.
We'll move your things over when we have time."
"I was going to say. I'd save a lot of money
by living here. And we could use that to get a bigger place. If you
want. And..."
"Say no more. I want you here," she said.
She put the coffee cups away and leaned over his shoulder. Kissed
him. How soft! How wonderful to connect their bodies this way. Not
a kiss hello. Not I love you. This kiss meant I want you. You want
me. I want you to want me. That kind. Their bodies responded. She
took his hand and led him upstairs.
"This is our room now," she said, and landed
on the bed. Almost bounced from the force he lay her down with.
Yes. Their room. Their bed. Her man. Their moment.
Their breathing unified. Their eyes hungered
with lust and love. Their hands, their bodies. Her robe was
somewhere between the stairs and the bedroom. Her nightdress above
her hips. Darragh's face smooth from his morning shave between her
legs. Kisses up and down her thighs. His breath hard through his
nose. Cooling her off like two tiny spring winds. Made just for
her. Still so soft were his lips. So hard her muscle against them.
Against his cheek, his neck. She caressed his face with her lower
body. Tried to steer herself towards him. Him towards her. Come
closer. Come closer. I want to kiss you with my other lips.
Hesitant lover between her legs. Leaned
forward like it was his first. Eyes closed. Mouth pursed. And she
the more experienced let her lips touch him. At once every nerve in
her sex sighed with gratitude. And his too. As instincts took over.
He knew what he was doing. Could read the signs. She could guide
him now. Anywhere she wanted he would go. Slow and persistent she
made him up and down her outer lips. Tongue darted out here and
then. Tasting her. Moistening his own lips and hers.
He was a visitor here. She let him in. Like
she had let him to this room. Their room. He must be allowed
inside. More of his tongue moved around. Familiar environment.
Unfamiliar setting. She led him around. Showed him her inner lips.
Her inside. And here. Yes, here! That special place. The
centrepiece of her sex. Touch with care at first. Fragile now.
Careful. And she led him around again. They both got distracted and
had to move back. Again and again. Not so fragile anymore. Touch it
freely now. More force. She made him stiffen and