Fuck off, Marty

This is between me and Eve. I push Marty aside as I ascend the stairs. "Leave." I say bluntly. He takes pause at my... request, but can't help but to smile as he sees me place a hand against Eve's shoulder. Happily obliging from then on, he takes one step back before heading for the front door, giving a grin through the crack before he shuts it.

There I was - standing next to the woman I had shared many a nights with. I could barely contain the drumbeats pounding in my chest, taking a pause of my own to absorb this moment to the best of my ability. Eve stared me down, a single step higher granting her a better vantage point to my forehead. I couldn't tell if she was any less confused after Marty's statement - but she was titillated. Without any words, I was pulled closer by my shirt's collar, pulled off-balance along with her to a sitting position on the stairs, as she swept the jailhouse doors that was my mouth open with her own.

"What's wrong?" Eve stops her advances, taking notice of my pandering expression.

"I've barely said two words to you... I can't begin to explain-" I'm **** to chuckle by her advancing hands forming around me, taking each side of my waist, one not long after descending to my buttock, "...I can't explain how much I've missed this..."

Eve gives a chagrin smile to my feasting eyes. Her hands, warmed by her folded arms earlier, reach into my tightening drawers, a call to the slumbering beast within.

"-Not to mention how... unreal this all is," I allude.

"Yes, though... we've does this before, haven't we?" she half-asks.

"No, I know," I meet her gaze, a flamboyant stare which tells everything she wants to do to me, or wants me to do to her. I feel compelled to press her on the sudden change in her husband - and her own behavior, too. Surely she sees the glaring difference as well, right? Though, as she takes me on, I conclude that maybe it's best to leave it alone. I'm again pulled in toward her body, nonchalantly pressed against her covered breasts, as her soft mound of support provides respite against the hardness of her sternum. "Never mind..."

I drag my hand along her forearm upward, tracing the lines I longed to refresh my memory on. They lead me to the collar of her gown, an obstruction to where I wanted to go next, hopefully soon I can convince her to ditch that article. Everything I'm doing to her is on instinct, though who's instinct I don't know, it's a strange awareness to my own actions, ones that I know I wouldn't do under any other circumstance - not that I'm complaining, though. I can see the fireworks in her eyes as my hand slides along her covered obliques, stopping just short of her bosom. The anticipation is slaying her and she wants more, who am I to argue.

Unfortunately, the position in which we were perched on the stairs was beginning to feel uncomfortable, and being so selfless I remained unwilling to spoil the mood. Nevertheless, I couldn't help but wish we had moved to the bedroom.

"Om, John...?" Eve mutters under her breath, I can barely hear the inflection as a question.

"Yes, Eve?"

"Maybe we could move to the bedroom, now," a suggestion that I'm more than agreeable to.

I nod, fighting off the primal spirit for a moment so we can get up, handling each other as we slide throughout the halls to the master bedroom. Our history provides me with the know on how she wants to be handled, and as we enter the room I sweep her off the hardwood floors onto the end of the bed.

"Take it off."

Eve pulls on the robe's sash wrapped around her torso - slowly. As she feeds the fabric through her fingers it loosens noticeably, stopped short from falling off by the handles of her waist. Both corners of her robe hang delicately off to the sides, providing a shadowed glimpse to my hopeful destination between her shaven legs. With a single pull, her robe falls to the bed behind her. Her body shimmers through the glow of the drawn curtain, every nuance just as I remembered. Perhaps a small pudge thanks to the chocolates I'd procured during our last visit. Worn by the passage of time, though not unsightly so, I can't help myself but to stand in awe. Wow.