Confronting Rachel

The next morning Thomas woke up and Rachel was already awake and out of bed. He wanted to tell himself the random late night sex with Rachel had been a dream, but it was too vivid. He’d had sex dreams before and none of them ended with him still awake and wondering what the hell just happened.

Walking into the kitchen he wanted to talk to Rachel, figure out why she did it, if it had been some attempt to get back at him, and if so, that he was not okay with that.

“Hey there Sleepy Head!” Rachel cried out as she and the kids laughed and played in the living room. The kids echoed her nickname for him as Aubrey slid by him in the kitchen and gave him a quick smile.

“Morning Thomas,” she whispered. “There’s still some coffee and we saved you a plate in the fridge with some eggs and homemade waffles. Just need to pop the waffles in the toaster oven for a few minutes. Want me to grab it for you?”

Thomas **** a quick smile, “No thanks. I’ll manage.”

The rest of the day was fairly uneventful with all of them just hanging out, walking the beach, and watching movies. Every time he got a moment with Rachel they’d get interrupted or it wasn’t the right place, but she never made any remarks or indications about the night before. As confusing as it had been he tried to brush it off, but Rachel eventually caught up with him in the bedroom that afternoon.

“Hey! You okay?” Rachel called out from the doorway. “You seem like something has been on your mind.”

Thomas pushed past her and closed the door, giving them a bit of privacy. “Do you remember last night?”

Rachel smirked. “Uh, yeah, I wasn’t that drunk.”

“So what was that all about?”

“Listen, I’m sorry I overreacted about the lawyer comment. You know it bugs me when you act like we’re in a courtroom when we argue.”

“I know, I know… and our counselor said I shouldn’t do that, but it was really an honest mistake, old habits and all, and I wasn’t trying to hurt you... but that’s not what I’m referring to.” Rachel gave him a puzzled look. “I’m talking about what happened in the middle of the night.”

Rachel raised her eyebrow in confusion. “Did I say something in my sleep? Don’t tell me I farted in my sleep.”

Thomas chuckled, losing his frustrated demeanor for a moment. “No, I’m talking about the sex.”

“What?”

“You don’t remember?”

“Sweetie, I think I’d remember if we had sex last night. Like I said, I wasn’t that drunk and I’m pretty sure I remember everything from last night.”

“Apparently not.”

Rachel let out an uneasy laugh. “Are you sure YOU weren’t dreaming?”

“This was definitely not a dream… but you don’t seem entirely convinced of your story.”

Rachel chewed on her bottom lip. “I… well… I did wake up feeling a bit sore… you know, down there. But we didn’t,” Rachel looked away as if she was trying to convince herself more than Thomas. “I would’ve remembered.”

Thomas gave her a look before she turned to him. “So, what? You’re saying you sleepwalked… or rather, it was sleep-sex?”

“Thomas!” Rachel exclaimed with embarrassment.

“I’m just saying." he chuckled. "You initiated it. Climbed on top of me. Had your way with me and went back to sleep.”

“Yeah, bu there would’ve been… you know, evidence.”

Rach, you said it yourself. You’re sore, which makes sense considering it’s been awhile and as far as ‘evidence’... let’s just say, you didn’t let me finish.” Rachel clasped her hands over her mouth and stifled a laugh. “Glad you think that’s funny.”

“I’m so sorry, I’m not laughing at you.” she said as she came up to hug him. “I just… I don't even know what to say.”

“Well you can apologize to my blue, swollen balls for starters.”

Rachel stepped back and smacked his arm before she continued to laugh in disbelief. “I still can’t… I don’t know what to say.”

“It was pretty hot and heavy, at least until the abrupt end, so it’s hard for me to complain, but…”

Rachel snuggled up to him again and hugged him tight. Thomas still had fewer answers to his questions, but as he held her in his arms he was glad it wasn’t something else. “I really am sorry. It kind of freaks me out that I did that. Did you think I did it on purpose?”

Thomas looked down into his wife’s big blue eyes. “I didn’t know what to think but yeah, I thought maybe it was some sort of… payback or something.”

“Thomas," she said pulling away from him, "you know I’d never do that and it makes me sad that you think I would, but all I can think is that the **** must’ve done something to me last night. It’s been awhile since I’ve had any hard **** besides wine and... it’s been awhile for us, so…”

“It’s okay. I love you and I’m sorry I thought it was something spiteful.” He leaned down and kissed her forehead and then reached down and kissed her lips. “Though, if this is a new thing of yours, I’m totally fine with you waking me in the middle of the night for a quick fuck session, just let me finish next time?”

Rachel smacked his arm again. “Don’t say that!”

“Say what?”

“You know…” Rachel then dropped her voice to a whisper as if they weren’t alone. “Fuck.”

Thomas laughed, “Wow, you really don’t remember, because last night was definitely not some tender love-making session.”

Rachel’s cheeks turned a shade pink before she ducked her head down and ran her hands over the front of his pants. “Well, I promise I will make it up to you. Soon.”

“Oh?”

Thomas inched in closer to her and Rachel gave him an odd smirk.

“Yes, but not right now.”

Thomas tried to push the subject, knowing she was definitely in his debt, but they were distracted by a knock at the door.

“Mr. and Mrs. Weston, I need to pick up some groceries and the kids want to come with…”

Thomas gave Rachel a look, seeing an opening, but then the kids chimed in requesting that Rachel come along too. She gave him a sad look, but Thomas was happy that the kids were excited to spend time with their mother and he saw how much she lit up spending time with them.

“Go.”

“Are you sure?”

Thomas smiled. “Yes. They are loving having you home and all the attention. Soak it in.”

“You can come too.”

“If only.”

Rachel rolled her eyes. “You know what I mean.”

“Yes, but this is your time. Plus, I would need a few minutes here.”

They both directed their gaze at the erection in Thomas' pants and chuckled.