In Flagrante Delicto

The moon was high and bright as if it intended to light the way. Lila's shoes padded softly on the cool ground as she made her way toward the river. She smelled damp earth and heard the quiet murmur of the water, relishing it. In only moments she would reached Fenn. The guilt was still there, but she had buried it days ago.

She reached the riverbank. Fenn was there already, his feet in the water. The loving moonlight bathed his skin in silver as he got up to greet her. He gave her a crooked smile that made her pulse quicken. "It's good to see you," he said. His voice was as natural and pure as the water itself.

Lila's lips parted as she untied the strings of her dress. It slipped down her body and she stepped out of it, unworried about the crumpled heap on the grass. She waded into the river to join him. The water was cool against her skin, but not cold enough to douse her. When she reached for him he reached back. His hands pulled her toward him and slid over her back. They kissed, sinking deeper into the water. This was all she lived for now. Her marriage no longer even crossed her mind when he held her.

The water lapping at their hips as they enjoyed each others' nudity. His hands found their way under the water and she let out a soft moan. He kissed her neck, knowing now what spots brought her the most pleasure, and leaned her pussy against his knee. Her eyelids fluttered. She pressed her face against his chest, enjoying the feeling of his wet hair on her skin. And slowly it began. He used the freedom of the water to lift her, lining her up with his member. She braced her feet against the back of his thighs and dragged him inside her. Whenever she moaned, her moaned an answer, when their mouths weren't occupied with kisses.

But as it went on, their solitude was broken. The sound of heavy footsteps thundered. Lila's eyes shot open and fear flooded her veins. Standing at the edge of the river was her husband. His hulking body tensed underneath a face twisted in fury.

"You fucking whore!" he bellowed. The water carried his voice for miles.

Lila scrambled out of Fenn's arms. She splashed toward the riverbank, the suddenly freezing wind slapping her as she tried to cover herself. He was between her and the dress with his fists clenched.

"How dare you?" the butcher screamed. "I take you in, you little harlot, forgive your debts! And this!" He advanced on Lila.

She backed deeper into the water and hid her breasts and her vagina with her hands. "Please," she whispered, quivering. "I'm sorry. Just let me explain."

"Explain?" he roared. "Explain what? That you're a goddamn godless slut, fucking every bastard that looks your way?" His feet were in the water. He would reach her in only moments.

Tears stung in her eyes. "I didn't mean for this to happen," she said. Her voice cracked. "It just—it just happened. I can fix this. We can—"

Her words were cut off by the sound of a sharp crack.

Fenn stood behind the butcher. In his hand was a heavy rock glistening with blood. The butcher fell forward with nonsenical sounds coming from his mouth and plunged headfirst into the river. There was a sickening splash, and his body folded in on itself. Blood began to pool around his head, a thin circle of red. Lila screamed. Her hands flew to her mouth to try to dampen her horror. The body was still twitching.