Good Sex
Every Option Is A Good Option
Chapter 1
by 
Zeebop
How I remember the taste of your lips,
Your nips between my teeth,
The kiss of your fingertips,
Your body moving underneath.
How I long to hold you again,
To laugh and cuddle and talk,
Until our love we cannot restrain,
Your place, Tonight, 8 O'Clock.
XXX,
Rory
Alex smiled at the card. Rory loved these little notes. So much more elegant and personal than a text, or even a vulgar phone call, yet they communicated so much.
The hours went by as Alex cleaned the apartment. Changed the sheets on the queen-sized bed. Make sure the dirty clothes are washed and put away. They were at that stage in a relationship where Rory's toothbrush was already by the sink in the bathroom, and there was space for Rory's clothes in one of the dressers. Tomorrow, there would be something for Rory to change into; breakfast for two in the small kitchen, and they'd have the whole day together...maybe the whole weekend.
Alex brought one of the freshly-cleaned shirts up to drink in the smell. One day, maybe soon, they'd have to talk seriously about getting a place together. They each liked their own space, but every time Rory left, it broke Alex's heart a little. To taste the last, lingering kiss on the lips...the little slip of tongue...and watch them go.
As the hours ticked by, the final preparations were made. Shower, shaved, a light spritz of scent. Condoms and lube were close at hand. Alex didn't bother with putting on anything except a black silk robe that fell just below the knee; the clothes would come off not long after Rory stepped in the door, nor would they be needed again until both of them were satisfied.
That was how it had started, after all, with Alex and Rory. The need that had drawn them together. Yet it had become more than just a hook-up for both of them. Alex had felt it that first night, the connection, the way they seemed to fit with each other. What was supposed to be a one-time hookup had turned into more...much more...than either of them had planned. Friends, confidants, lovers...and that first night Rory had stayed over, and they had woken up in a tumult of bedding, head on shoulder...Alex smiled at the memory, bright and warm, the sexual thrill and anticipation stirring inside.
It was time, and the doorknob turned to Rory's key. They greeted one another with a smile and a kiss.