Original Fiction
I may expand upon this at some point, I may just leave it as it is. I just wanted to play around with words.
Naked
A/N: Leave comments, they make me happy.
The water had been running for under a minute when her phone started ringing. He called up to her and upon receiving no reply he watched her phone vibrate across the coffee table for a bit longer before flipping it open and putting it to his ear.
The inescapable rule of modern life is that a ringing phone has to be answered. Text messages can be left for the owner to read at their own pleasure and yet a ringing phone has to be answered.
Hello’s were exchanged between the men at either end of the line before the caller asked to speak to Alice. She was in the shower could he take a message? Just that last night was fantastic and that he couldn’t wait to see her again.
The phone call was over, but he kept the mobile to his ear listening to the dead line as nausea consumed him. He fought to focus his mind but all he could see was sex playing to the sound of the dead line still ringing in his ears.
The phone flipped shut as he stumbled, gathering his things to make a quick escape from the apartment. That’s how she found him, he was fumbling with his laces like a child, she was wrapped in a towel; naked before him but for the wicked smile covering her face. He knew what she was planning but that just enforced the images still playing in his head, the stranger’s voice telling him that last night was fantastic over and over again.
He swallowed the bile and rose abruptly surprising her by moving to the door rather than closer to her, his laces remaining untied. He grabbed for his coat as she grabbed his arm, her face now frowning as she asked him where he was going. Nowhere he replied with a pull of his arm, freeing himself of her. Nowhere.
She studied him closer, trying to make sense of the situation before her. When she’d left him he was sprawled across the sofa watching the evening news, beer in hand. She’d left with the understanding that he was going to dirty her after she’d washed the day’s work from her. She’d left with the understanding that when she returned she would find all as she’d left it. And yet here he was turning to leave her telling her he wasn’t going anywhere as he buttoned up his coat, his laces remaining untied.
His eyes betrayed him, they flickered over to her phone as he avoided looking at her. His eyes betrayed him as he tried to shut out her naked figure, wrapped only in a towel. She followed his gaze and found her phone, flung haphazardly onto the sofa. She tried to think, retracing her steps, there was nothing on her phone that could lead him to him. To lead him to her betrayal. For the first time since entering the room she suddenly felt naked, hating the feeling of being stripped bare before him she clung the towel closer to her chest. Rearranging it, tying it again trying to cover more skin.
Swallowing the fear she asked him again. He still wasn’t going anywhere he told her as he searched for his car keys, throwing newspapers across the room. Fuck it, he’ll walk he told her just to have her grab his arm once more. Talk, she pleaded, stay at least. Her voice was quiet, husky almost. It lacked all recognition and to him seemed to signify her guilt, substituting confidence with panic. Please.
“Your phone rang.” He explained as he allowed the door to slam behind him.
Naked
A/N: Leave comments, they make me happy.
The water had been running for under a minute when her phone started ringing. He called up to her and upon receiving no reply he watched her phone vibrate across the coffee table for a bit longer before flipping it open and putting it to his ear.
The inescapable rule of modern life is that a ringing phone has to be answered. Text messages can be left for the owner to read at their own pleasure and yet a ringing phone has to be answered.
Hello’s were exchanged between the men at either end of the line before the caller asked to speak to Alice. She was in the shower could he take a message? Just that last night was fantastic and that he couldn’t wait to see her again.
The phone call was over, but he kept the mobile to his ear listening to the dead line as nausea consumed him. He fought to focus his mind but all he could see was sex playing to the sound of the dead line still ringing in his ears.
The phone flipped shut as he stumbled, gathering his things to make a quick escape from the apartment. That’s how she found him, he was fumbling with his laces like a child, she was wrapped in a towel; naked before him but for the wicked smile covering her face. He knew what she was planning but that just enforced the images still playing in his head, the stranger’s voice telling him that last night was fantastic over and over again.
He swallowed the bile and rose abruptly surprising her by moving to the door rather than closer to her, his laces remaining untied. He grabbed for his coat as she grabbed his arm, her face now frowning as she asked him where he was going. Nowhere he replied with a pull of his arm, freeing himself of her. Nowhere.
She studied him closer, trying to make sense of the situation before her. When she’d left him he was sprawled across the sofa watching the evening news, beer in hand. She’d left with the understanding that he was going to dirty her after she’d washed the day’s work from her. She’d left with the understanding that when she returned she would find all as she’d left it. And yet here he was turning to leave her telling her he wasn’t going anywhere as he buttoned up his coat, his laces remaining untied.
His eyes betrayed him, they flickered over to her phone as he avoided looking at her. His eyes betrayed him as he tried to shut out her naked figure, wrapped only in a towel. She followed his gaze and found her phone, flung haphazardly onto the sofa. She tried to think, retracing her steps, there was nothing on her phone that could lead him to him. To lead him to her betrayal. For the first time since entering the room she suddenly felt naked, hating the feeling of being stripped bare before him she clung the towel closer to her chest. Rearranging it, tying it again trying to cover more skin.
Swallowing the fear she asked him again. He still wasn’t going anywhere he told her as he searched for his car keys, throwing newspapers across the room. Fuck it, he’ll walk he told her just to have her grab his arm once more. Talk, she pleaded, stay at least. Her voice was quiet, husky almost. It lacked all recognition and to him seemed to signify her guilt, substituting confidence with panic. Please.
“Your phone rang.” He explained as he allowed the door to slam behind him.