Saturday, April 14, 2012

Serenity


Today's muse: Three Word Wednesday

Wednesday's words: draft, locate, serenity

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Serenity

It didn’t take long to locate him. It was easy, really. Laura knew where he worked and that he lived not far from the office.

There are no secrets on social media.

A tennis match of comments and responses had quickly escalated to email exchange, which evolved to flirting and…and now she was here.

Laura followed a group of women into the tavern, selected a stool at the end of the bar. It was Friday. She knew that Jacob’s habit was to stop by after work for a drink. She shrugged off her coat, ordered a draft when the bartender walked over.

Though she had only seen him in pictures—clicked through moments he had shared with the cyber world—Laura recognize him immediately. He sat at a table with three other men, recounting a rather animated story.

She smiled when all four heads turned to follow the women who had walked in before her. There was a brief, hushed conversation among the men, then Jacob continued his story, his hands emphasizing key points in the tale. There was loud laughter when he finished.

When Jacob signaled for another round, he looked over and saw her. His smile was immediate and  Laura was pleased that he recognized her. Any reservations she may have had evaporated at that moment.

He muttered something to his friends and walked over.

“What are you doing here?”

“I needed to get away.” Laura shrugged. “Find some peace.”

Jacob nodded. Their email discussions hadn’t gone into great detail, but he understood. Without another word, he took her hand and led her out of the bar.

Two falsetto beeps announced the alarm was deactivated on his car moments before he pressed her against the passenger door. As his mouth ravaged hers, his hands possessed, cupping her ass, pinching an erect nipple. She couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe. And if having these basic functions meant he would stop, she would gladly live without them.

Jacob reached behind her and yanked open the door. Before pressing her into the passenger seat, he cupped her chin, lifted her face until their eyes met.

“I don’t know how much serenity I can give you, but I can guarantee you’ll be relaxed when you leave.”

That’s what she’d counted on. 




4 comments:

jaerose said...

Yes, I believe she will be..you writing is alive..every wound counts..the story taut as an erect nipple..Jae

Charley Robson said...

Rarrr, sexy! Love the emotional involvement - good work.

M. A. S. said...

I super love this part:

And if having these basic functions meant he would stop, she would gladly live without them.

Heather said...

Not where I saw that going.... but I should have known better coming from you.

It's been a while Monica, but your writing is still as brilliant as ever!