Bobby walks into his apartment. The lights are off and he cannot find the energy to look for the switch, he made his way to the kitchen and took already opened beer can from the refrigerator. He sat at the table in the dark drinking his flat beer. His feet and legs were throbbing from the days work.
He glanced at the clock on top of his microwave and notices the time, 4:30 am. He has been at working for twenty seven hours straight. Back at the refrigerator he noticed a half eaten piece of lasagna covered in cellophane. Shit, he remembers, this was the night that she was supposed to be come to make me dinner.
He turned the light on to see a bouquet of roses on his dining table, an opened bottle of red wine and two wine glasses, one glass empty the other half full with a ring of dark red lipstick on the rim. As he ate the lasagna he sipped the glass of wine that had belonged to her. Her sweet aroma still lingered on the rim of the glass. This, he was certain, was the last time he will smell her. Damn, this was great food. He bit into a breadstick thinking of the last time he saw her.
Four days ago, she was rushing to the airport, to lecture in California. Their good-byes were rushed, but expected. They had only been seeing each other for a couple of weeks, and had never had a chance to do anything about any attraction. He was busy on the case. At least the trial was over.
His cell phone rang.
"Yeah," he said as he finished swallowing.
"How are you enjoying the wine?" Her voice was not as he remembered it. It was slightly silkier.
"It's great," he said smoothly. He closed his eyes while imagining how her dark red lips talked into the phone. "What time did you leave?"
"Who says I did," she said.
His eyes opened immediately. "Where are you?" He said looking around the apartment.
"Get on the couch and I'll show you," Bobby smiled moving to the couch drinking the wine. The couch felt great on his back. What the heck has she been up to? He had left her the key under his mat, like she asked. This was not very bright, he thought now. But he was so busy, he decided to do as she asked instead of argue with her. She had been in his place for ten hours, at least. That made him a little uneasy, he knew that at least three of those hours were spent cooking, every pot in his house had some remnant of cooking having gone on.
As he sat back he heard music playing in the background. It was not loud enough for him to hear, but loud enough to let him know that it was going to be a while before he went to sleep. She stood in front of him; his dress blues jacket had never looked like that. She must have altered it. As he continued to see his hat sitting in a tilted an angle atop her long dark curly hair, he thought, I will get after her later. She walked closer to him, and he noticed her high heeled boots, she was at least 5'7" in those things now. The lace ups were almost up to her thighs. No pants, he smiled as he leaned further back and ran his hand across his face. She smiled at him, and opened the dress blues just a little; he saw a glimpse of her bare chest. He released a deep sigh as she pushed him even further back on his couch and straddled him. He grabbed her hips and kissed her passionately her hands ran over his back and his ran down under the jacket and he could feel her bare skin. His body tensed as he felt her hands run all over his chest and back.
She ran her fingers inside of his jacket and removed it. He assisted by moving his hands back, but quickly brought his hands back to roam her body. Her hands were now holding his face. Their lips were inseparable. She pushed him back and started to remove his tie. He smiled and studied her as she worked him. His eyes were half closed.
"You do that so well," he said.
