Simple Kiss Good-Bye
by Sasha Lorring
Copyright© 2000 by Sasha Lorring
She stood with her back to the door, contemplating the view of the frozen great lake. Could her heart, like the lake, be frozen as well?
No, she was not so lucky as that. She felt so much. Too much at times.
He watched her from the doorway. Silent. Eyes closed for just a moment, remembering the feel of her body on his. Her breasts against the palms of his hands. Her hair teasing his skin as she moved.
Unlike anything he had known in his short life.
She smiled slightly, feeling him close.
"I thought you would be on your way by this time," Sasha said, turning towards the uniformed figure.
"Not quite."
"Are you satisfied with your orders Nathan?"
"Yes and no," he said simply.
Her stocking clad legs whispered slightly as she came away from the window to the desk that dominated the office. The heels of her pumps made little indentations on the rug.
Clouds gathered in the East, darkening the room further. He stepped in and closed the door. The remaining light caught the brass of the buttons. Tiny suns against a deep blue horizon.
"Do you have time for dinner?" he asked.
She sighed.
"I don't think that would be appropriate at this juncture."
"I understand." A bare acceptance.
He crossed the room to her desk. To her.
"Sasha." His throat ached and her name was thick in his mouth.
His fingers twined a tendril of hair. Silken.
Her heart hammered in her chest. Wild with the nearness of him. She stepped closer, telling herself it was just for a moment. To give him a hug. Then send him on his way.
The carpet cushioned the fall of his hat, startling her just a little with the soft sound. His hands on either side of her face. His eyes intent on hers. Lips inches from hers, breathing in the essence of each other.
"This is good-bye," he said in the moment before crushing her to him.
Her mouth opened, responding to his hunger. A feast. Gluttony before impoverishment.
She worked the brass buttons of his jacket, beginning haphazardly in the middle as he unzipped her skirt and pushed it off her hips. Gabardine puddle on the floor. Joined by his navy wool. White undershirt pulled over his head while he pushed her blouse from her shoulders, trapping her hands momentarily in a silken prison until he found the buttons at the cuffs and released her.
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