FIC: Sunshine (M) Spike/Sunshine (2/2)
Sunshine (2/2)
The thing of it was--the cold dick thing--you could feel him. Really feel what it was you had up in you. Even with the goddamn rubber it was like getting measured up and filled and shit, just having it, you know? She wasn't one for making a whole hell of a lot of noise during sex, but this Spike guy? Good plan he lived below street-level. She fucked his lap for a good hard run of minutes while he ate up her neck and tits--licking, sucking, squeezing. He was a tit man all right, and lucky for him, she had 'em. It got her so hot she couldn't stand it, all that hungry attention. Her pussy was a fine wad of swollen ugh, just getting more and more hungry. He was being gentle with her, she could tell, though his cock was jammed up nice as you please, he wasn't putting force behind it yet, just lifting her up and down like she was a set of dumbbells. Warm up. She wanted all out.
She pushed his mouth away from her throat and smiled with all her teeth. "Get me over, Spike-baby. Show me what you got. I can take it."
He grinned at her challenge. "I bet you can, love. But, you don't know me that well, yet."
Hot damn, he was a treat. She got off him and ran across the room to the couch where she kicked off the game buttons and crawled to the far end on all fours, snapping her panties off and wiggling her ass.
He stood up and shrugged off the remains of his jeans and pulled up his shirt. Holy fuck, make that body by Michelangelo and maybe Rodin, too. Nothing stood between them now but a cocked head of attitude, ripped muscle and glowing erection. Goddamn, Carrie wanted her somma dat. "Get over here, Spike. Show me what you're made of."
She turned her head to adjust a cushion and he was on her--damn, he moved fast, hands on her thighs and mouth at her twat. Oh, yeah, now we're talkin.' God, he was making the most delicious growling noise while he ate her, just all out going for it. Didn't even ask her if she was clean or anything. She was, but shit it was nice getting beyond all that and just getting licked like her cunt was a soft serve ice cream machine. She let him know it, too, thrusting back into his tongue. Something guys don't always know, a girl loves getting licked all up in there. Up in her hole. That was no secret to Spike and damn if he didn't have a longer tongue than most. He was getting her in all kinds of places. Even so, he had a terrible way of coming at you all business yet keeping the final leap just out of reach. He loved pussy, no mistaking that, but dammit if he wasn't teasing her clit with just the ghost of a flutter.
She got her fingers down there, pressing her own button. He snarled and pushed her hand away. "Shit, Spike, quit fucking around."
"It's fucking you want? No problem. Grab some sofa, bitch."
He was gonna pay for that. Oh, shit damn fuck, yeah…he wasn't so cool now but backing up onto him, definitely feeling that. If fucking a guy you met in an alley was a sin, she was happily going down for it. He had her ass by the hands. God, he was strong. He could lift her up to get at her pussy with his dick just the way she needed it--deep, deep and steady. Grabbing sofa was right, she had her nails in the tatty red fabric, hanging on like a tornado was going to drag her back to Memphis. Something pretty damn scary-wonderful was cookin' up in there, all the way up like he was somehow fucking her clit at the same time. But that's the kinda shit they only make up in porn films--you need a hand in the bush, too. At least she always had…until…
"Fuck, don't stop, don't stop…shit, Spike, you're making me come."
"Oh, yeah?" he mused. Smug sonovabitch. "Show me."
He brought it on hard and Carlene arched her back and just let it all go, moans, cries, sobs, just embarrassing, really. But what can you do to save face when your pussy and ass and fuckin' everything is just going berserk? The sweet part, though, the part that really got to her, was how all her caterwauling got him off, too. Got him off like he wasn't expecting it, but he was just too damn far gone to care. Growling, groaning, cursing, coming. Growling, that's a new kink for Car, all right. Did all English guys growl? Mental note: move to London.
They both landed flat on their bellies, Spike on her back and her arm pinned beneath her hip. As much as she loved panting in a sweaty pile, some limbs were gonna get gangrenous if she didn't get him off her soon.
"Spike, ow, baby. I need you to move."
He stirred and made a cute snorty noise. "Sorry. You okay?" He touched her back as he sat up like he was checking for wounds. She flipped around on her back, flexing her arm to life and running her toes up his smooth chest.
"I'm fine, really fine." She laughed and they both looked down. His cock was still pretty hard and that little come well on the end of the rubber was standing straight up. Contents under pressure. "Better go take care of that," she said and he smiled as he got up and went into the bathroom.
The door shut and she took a deep breath. She wasn't lying, she felt incredible. That orgasm had shook her all up and dare she say, in some ways made her even hornier. It was like her clit had gone off, but not all the way. She still felt congested in the center. She reached down and gave it a flick. Oh, hell, yeah. Could definitely still use some help there. She flipped on her belly and reached for her bag. Nothing more in the lubed balloon family turned up. Shit.
The toilet flushed and the sink ran. She flipped back over and told herself to relax, because that was just how it was gonna be. Then the light went off and he came out. His penis was soft now, but still gorgeous, jiggling low over that nice nest of silk. He came over to her without the least show of modesty. Cocky little shit. He was hot and he knew it. God, she wanted more.
He stopped at the end of the couch like something just spoke to him. He paused, looking her over…was that a sniff? Shit, was he smelling her? She closed her legs.
He chuckled to himself and lowered those baby blues indulgently. "You want some more?"
You didn't have to ask her twice.
He wasn't ignoring the happy button, now, no way. Carlene was on her back on his rickety crap-ass bed, thighs spread wide with Spike's bleachy curls bobbing between them. His knees were on the floor and his tongue, God, his tongue was giving her the best head of her life. Slurpy, moaning, messy head. He had two or more fingers crooked up in her, stroking her special place just enough to keep the fire burning without drowning out the rising tension in her clit. And was he ever playing her up. He'd lick all around it, give it a tease, then dip and suck 'til she was just about to cry, then back off and take it between soft lips, just rocking the nut back and forth and back and…he had to have a jaw of steel and a scuba certification for how long he could go without much breathing. If any.
He lifted his head when her whimpers were turning into long strings of four-letter words.
"You ready, sweetheart?"
It took her a few pants to find voice. "Ready for…fuck, what?"
He smiled, lips all shimmery with her juice. He dipped and kissed her mound. "For the best part."
Was he gonna make her come now? Thank Christ. She moaned out some sort of answer, anticipating him to dive in for that final merciless suck. But instead he took her by the hips and flipped her over on her belly, shoving his fingers back in her twat and kissing her low, low, till his warm-now tongue tickled the rim of her ass. She cried out and rose for him. Definitely, definitely, going to Hell. Gladly.
He was kneeling over her on all fours now, grinning, licking his lips like the winner in some pie-eating contest--which she supposed he was. Blue fucking ribbon. She was a trembling, panting, sweating mess of rubber limbs. How unglamorous. The way he'd just got her off, sucking her down, his fingers jammed in every place they'd go--she wasn't used to that, to letting some guy get one over on her so well--making her come in sharp little fits like she'd never had it in years. She clamped down on her still-twitching cunt to chill it the fuck out. Down, pussy, down. He's just a man, like any man. Don't get all crazy now. But he was something else. No denying it. Human didn't quite describe him. And his cock was still there, all hard and why the fuck weren't there more condoms in her bag?!
She reached out to him, beckoned him to her and he slid down into her arms, holding her close, rolling them on their sides, pressing a kiss to her hair. God, he was so sweet, it was killing her. Her mouth caught his and they kissed and kissed with his cock all hard against her belly. She reached between them and took a swipe at her crotch, getting her palm all slick and took him in hand and stroked. He groaned and kissed her harder, thrusting the nice swollen head into her bellybutton. She wrapped her leg over his hip. Christ, she wanted to take him in so bad--but no, no, no, that was fucking stupid. Don't need to get yourself dead over this one, Car. Don't be a dumb-ass. God, his hands…everywhere and his teeth on her neck. She squeezed him some more and bit him back. The sound he made, when she did that. She tangled her fingers in his hair and nipped him again, all along the throat. He arched and moaned like a loon over that and his hand came up and squeezed her tits, one and the other like he couldn't get enough of 'em.
That was it, breast man. "Spike, listen," she said in his ear. "I want you to fuck my tits."
He groaned and thrust into her stomach, still kissing the shit out of her throat. He was really into it now. Desperate for some cock satisfaction. She took her clean hand and grabbed some more goo from her pussy and spread it all around between her breasts. She took his head and pressed him to it. "Lick here," she said and he buried his face in her boobs, licking everywhere, sucking her nipples all stiff. "Sit up," she said. "Straddle me."
He did, panting and wild in the eyes. God, he was sex on two legs. Uh, make that three. She rolled onto her back and wiped her palms dry for a better grip. She took up her ample cleavage and made a nice booby sandwich for him. She nodded to him as he hovered. "Come on, Spike. Come get it."
He smiled--ugh, gorgeous smile, too--and moved up to take himself in hand and guide it in. He leaned over her, gripping the headboard above her and began to move. She had a good view of the rippling abs now and the package below--pale and lovely and furry-bouncy and mmm, there was the head just peeking through her globes on each thrust. She was slippery enough between there it was a good ride and he was lovin' it. Made a hell of a lot of noise about it, too. Telling her how hot and sexy she was. How beautiful she was and warm. That came up a lot. Her body temperature. Guy should really think about getting an electric blanket or something…but right now his peeping head was getting rosier and rosier and the force behind his thrusts was making her grip on to herself as best as she could, heels to the mattress, to keep him nice and cozy, when…he groaned and pushed off her, rolling to his back beside her, grabbing the end of his dick tight in his fist and moaning in delight, hips still moving. No spooge. The hell? He sighed and winked at her, hopped up and trotted to the kitchen where he loosened his hold on himself and let a neat arc of spunk volley into the sink.
It cracked her up. She'd never seen a guy 'hold it' before. "You could have come on my chest, you know," she laughed. God, it was hilarious. He laughed, too. Turning on the water and rising himself and the basin off.
"Sorry," he said. "Didn't think you wanted me gettin' it in your face. Bit rude, that. Haven't even bought you a proper dinner yet."
And he wouldn't be, either. He knew it, too. The moment he said it. Like a little light flickering off. Oh, this was the part that sucked. The after-part where you had to start closing up again.
He toweled himself off quietly and pulled a fresh one out from under the sink. He wet the end and brought it to her.
She took it and started to clean up. "Thanks."
He sat down next to her, eyes averted, all the flavors of shy. He was going to break her heart in a minute. She finished up and handed the towel back to him and he tossed it aside. Now there was silence, though his lips kept trying to move like he had something to say.
"Spike, go on. It's okay."
"Carlene, could we…could I…sleep next to you? Just for tonight. Hold you a bit. Stay warm?"
Fuck, there went the heart. Dammit, she didn't need this. She couldn't need this. There was no room for it and…Bobby. Oh, he was gonna be pissed she'd been out all night. Not like he could smell it on her after a hot shower, but he'd figure it out.
"I know you have somebody," Spike said. How could he know? She didn't say boyfriend. She never did. She started to protest.
"No, it's okay. I know. I knew before we…" He shook his head. "But it would be nice. And if you don't want to…"
"Spike, just come here." She rolled over and let him slip in under the sheets and blanket behind her, shutting off the light. She reached for his arm and brought it around her, cupping his hand over her breast. He shifted in close on the narrow bed, pressing his nose to her shoulder. She squeezed her eyes shut to stop the tears from coming up. She couldn't cry. If she cried it would be all over. She'd just fall apart. And she couldn't do that. Not again. Not ever. She was miles and miles from there. Bit by bit, she gathered herself. Emptied her head and relaxed. He was warm now, all over, nose to toes. This was good. This was safe. She sighed and snuggled his arm.
He stirred and kissed her neck softly. "Thank you."
She fell asleep about two seconds after that and didn't wake until God knew when. A good long sleep. She slipped out from under Spike's arm and got dressed in the dim. Sun must be up, but none of it came in here. She got her shit together quick. She wanted to get out before he woke and it got all difficult again. She'd slip back to the club and shower there, have something to eat and try to call Bobby. Try to forget she'd just had the best fuck of her life. Forget that look on his face when she’d welcomed him to lie down with her. But something told her she wouldn't be forgetting Spike for a very long time.
Carlene stopped before she let herself out and went back to the small bed. He'd shifted and was hugging the folds of the blanket where she'd been lying. Still so sweet. Her heart ached as she watched him. No movement. God, he slept like the dead. You want to kiss him, Car, don't you? Crawl right back in and have him again. And again. That's why it's time to go.
Carlene went to the couch and picked up her bag and walked to the door and unlocked the bolt. She couldn't stop herself from looking back one last time. Mussed hair, pale skin, sculpted back--so brave, so sad.
"I wish she could have loved you," she whispered, turned the knob and walked out the door and up the stairs into the sunlight.
The thing of it was--the cold dick thing--you could feel him. Really feel what it was you had up in you. Even with the goddamn rubber it was like getting measured up and filled and shit, just having it, you know? She wasn't one for making a whole hell of a lot of noise during sex, but this Spike guy? Good plan he lived below street-level. She fucked his lap for a good hard run of minutes while he ate up her neck and tits--licking, sucking, squeezing. He was a tit man all right, and lucky for him, she had 'em. It got her so hot she couldn't stand it, all that hungry attention. Her pussy was a fine wad of swollen ugh, just getting more and more hungry. He was being gentle with her, she could tell, though his cock was jammed up nice as you please, he wasn't putting force behind it yet, just lifting her up and down like she was a set of dumbbells. Warm up. She wanted all out.
She pushed his mouth away from her throat and smiled with all her teeth. "Get me over, Spike-baby. Show me what you got. I can take it."
He grinned at her challenge. "I bet you can, love. But, you don't know me that well, yet."
Hot damn, he was a treat. She got off him and ran across the room to the couch where she kicked off the game buttons and crawled to the far end on all fours, snapping her panties off and wiggling her ass.
He stood up and shrugged off the remains of his jeans and pulled up his shirt. Holy fuck, make that body by Michelangelo and maybe Rodin, too. Nothing stood between them now but a cocked head of attitude, ripped muscle and glowing erection. Goddamn, Carrie wanted her somma dat. "Get over here, Spike. Show me what you're made of."
She turned her head to adjust a cushion and he was on her--damn, he moved fast, hands on her thighs and mouth at her twat. Oh, yeah, now we're talkin.' God, he was making the most delicious growling noise while he ate her, just all out going for it. Didn't even ask her if she was clean or anything. She was, but shit it was nice getting beyond all that and just getting licked like her cunt was a soft serve ice cream machine. She let him know it, too, thrusting back into his tongue. Something guys don't always know, a girl loves getting licked all up in there. Up in her hole. That was no secret to Spike and damn if he didn't have a longer tongue than most. He was getting her in all kinds of places. Even so, he had a terrible way of coming at you all business yet keeping the final leap just out of reach. He loved pussy, no mistaking that, but dammit if he wasn't teasing her clit with just the ghost of a flutter.
She got her fingers down there, pressing her own button. He snarled and pushed her hand away. "Shit, Spike, quit fucking around."
"It's fucking you want? No problem. Grab some sofa, bitch."
He was gonna pay for that. Oh, shit damn fuck, yeah…he wasn't so cool now but backing up onto him, definitely feeling that. If fucking a guy you met in an alley was a sin, she was happily going down for it. He had her ass by the hands. God, he was strong. He could lift her up to get at her pussy with his dick just the way she needed it--deep, deep and steady. Grabbing sofa was right, she had her nails in the tatty red fabric, hanging on like a tornado was going to drag her back to Memphis. Something pretty damn scary-wonderful was cookin' up in there, all the way up like he was somehow fucking her clit at the same time. But that's the kinda shit they only make up in porn films--you need a hand in the bush, too. At least she always had…until…
"Fuck, don't stop, don't stop…shit, Spike, you're making me come."
"Oh, yeah?" he mused. Smug sonovabitch. "Show me."
He brought it on hard and Carlene arched her back and just let it all go, moans, cries, sobs, just embarrassing, really. But what can you do to save face when your pussy and ass and fuckin' everything is just going berserk? The sweet part, though, the part that really got to her, was how all her caterwauling got him off, too. Got him off like he wasn't expecting it, but he was just too damn far gone to care. Growling, groaning, cursing, coming. Growling, that's a new kink for Car, all right. Did all English guys growl? Mental note: move to London.
They both landed flat on their bellies, Spike on her back and her arm pinned beneath her hip. As much as she loved panting in a sweaty pile, some limbs were gonna get gangrenous if she didn't get him off her soon.
"Spike, ow, baby. I need you to move."
He stirred and made a cute snorty noise. "Sorry. You okay?" He touched her back as he sat up like he was checking for wounds. She flipped around on her back, flexing her arm to life and running her toes up his smooth chest.
"I'm fine, really fine." She laughed and they both looked down. His cock was still pretty hard and that little come well on the end of the rubber was standing straight up. Contents under pressure. "Better go take care of that," she said and he smiled as he got up and went into the bathroom.
The door shut and she took a deep breath. She wasn't lying, she felt incredible. That orgasm had shook her all up and dare she say, in some ways made her even hornier. It was like her clit had gone off, but not all the way. She still felt congested in the center. She reached down and gave it a flick. Oh, hell, yeah. Could definitely still use some help there. She flipped on her belly and reached for her bag. Nothing more in the lubed balloon family turned up. Shit.
The toilet flushed and the sink ran. She flipped back over and told herself to relax, because that was just how it was gonna be. Then the light went off and he came out. His penis was soft now, but still gorgeous, jiggling low over that nice nest of silk. He came over to her without the least show of modesty. Cocky little shit. He was hot and he knew it. God, she wanted more.
He stopped at the end of the couch like something just spoke to him. He paused, looking her over…was that a sniff? Shit, was he smelling her? She closed her legs.
He chuckled to himself and lowered those baby blues indulgently. "You want some more?"
You didn't have to ask her twice.
He wasn't ignoring the happy button, now, no way. Carlene was on her back on his rickety crap-ass bed, thighs spread wide with Spike's bleachy curls bobbing between them. His knees were on the floor and his tongue, God, his tongue was giving her the best head of her life. Slurpy, moaning, messy head. He had two or more fingers crooked up in her, stroking her special place just enough to keep the fire burning without drowning out the rising tension in her clit. And was he ever playing her up. He'd lick all around it, give it a tease, then dip and suck 'til she was just about to cry, then back off and take it between soft lips, just rocking the nut back and forth and back and…he had to have a jaw of steel and a scuba certification for how long he could go without much breathing. If any.
He lifted his head when her whimpers were turning into long strings of four-letter words.
"You ready, sweetheart?"
It took her a few pants to find voice. "Ready for…fuck, what?"
He smiled, lips all shimmery with her juice. He dipped and kissed her mound. "For the best part."
Was he gonna make her come now? Thank Christ. She moaned out some sort of answer, anticipating him to dive in for that final merciless suck. But instead he took her by the hips and flipped her over on her belly, shoving his fingers back in her twat and kissing her low, low, till his warm-now tongue tickled the rim of her ass. She cried out and rose for him. Definitely, definitely, going to Hell. Gladly.
He was kneeling over her on all fours now, grinning, licking his lips like the winner in some pie-eating contest--which she supposed he was. Blue fucking ribbon. She was a trembling, panting, sweating mess of rubber limbs. How unglamorous. The way he'd just got her off, sucking her down, his fingers jammed in every place they'd go--she wasn't used to that, to letting some guy get one over on her so well--making her come in sharp little fits like she'd never had it in years. She clamped down on her still-twitching cunt to chill it the fuck out. Down, pussy, down. He's just a man, like any man. Don't get all crazy now. But he was something else. No denying it. Human didn't quite describe him. And his cock was still there, all hard and why the fuck weren't there more condoms in her bag?!
She reached out to him, beckoned him to her and he slid down into her arms, holding her close, rolling them on their sides, pressing a kiss to her hair. God, he was so sweet, it was killing her. Her mouth caught his and they kissed and kissed with his cock all hard against her belly. She reached between them and took a swipe at her crotch, getting her palm all slick and took him in hand and stroked. He groaned and kissed her harder, thrusting the nice swollen head into her bellybutton. She wrapped her leg over his hip. Christ, she wanted to take him in so bad--but no, no, no, that was fucking stupid. Don't need to get yourself dead over this one, Car. Don't be a dumb-ass. God, his hands…everywhere and his teeth on her neck. She squeezed him some more and bit him back. The sound he made, when she did that. She tangled her fingers in his hair and nipped him again, all along the throat. He arched and moaned like a loon over that and his hand came up and squeezed her tits, one and the other like he couldn't get enough of 'em.
That was it, breast man. "Spike, listen," she said in his ear. "I want you to fuck my tits."
He groaned and thrust into her stomach, still kissing the shit out of her throat. He was really into it now. Desperate for some cock satisfaction. She took her clean hand and grabbed some more goo from her pussy and spread it all around between her breasts. She took his head and pressed him to it. "Lick here," she said and he buried his face in her boobs, licking everywhere, sucking her nipples all stiff. "Sit up," she said. "Straddle me."
He did, panting and wild in the eyes. God, he was sex on two legs. Uh, make that three. She rolled onto her back and wiped her palms dry for a better grip. She took up her ample cleavage and made a nice booby sandwich for him. She nodded to him as he hovered. "Come on, Spike. Come get it."
He smiled--ugh, gorgeous smile, too--and moved up to take himself in hand and guide it in. He leaned over her, gripping the headboard above her and began to move. She had a good view of the rippling abs now and the package below--pale and lovely and furry-bouncy and mmm, there was the head just peeking through her globes on each thrust. She was slippery enough between there it was a good ride and he was lovin' it. Made a hell of a lot of noise about it, too. Telling her how hot and sexy she was. How beautiful she was and warm. That came up a lot. Her body temperature. Guy should really think about getting an electric blanket or something…but right now his peeping head was getting rosier and rosier and the force behind his thrusts was making her grip on to herself as best as she could, heels to the mattress, to keep him nice and cozy, when…he groaned and pushed off her, rolling to his back beside her, grabbing the end of his dick tight in his fist and moaning in delight, hips still moving. No spooge. The hell? He sighed and winked at her, hopped up and trotted to the kitchen where he loosened his hold on himself and let a neat arc of spunk volley into the sink.
It cracked her up. She'd never seen a guy 'hold it' before. "You could have come on my chest, you know," she laughed. God, it was hilarious. He laughed, too. Turning on the water and rising himself and the basin off.
"Sorry," he said. "Didn't think you wanted me gettin' it in your face. Bit rude, that. Haven't even bought you a proper dinner yet."
And he wouldn't be, either. He knew it, too. The moment he said it. Like a little light flickering off. Oh, this was the part that sucked. The after-part where you had to start closing up again.
He toweled himself off quietly and pulled a fresh one out from under the sink. He wet the end and brought it to her.
She took it and started to clean up. "Thanks."
He sat down next to her, eyes averted, all the flavors of shy. He was going to break her heart in a minute. She finished up and handed the towel back to him and he tossed it aside. Now there was silence, though his lips kept trying to move like he had something to say.
"Spike, go on. It's okay."
"Carlene, could we…could I…sleep next to you? Just for tonight. Hold you a bit. Stay warm?"
Fuck, there went the heart. Dammit, she didn't need this. She couldn't need this. There was no room for it and…Bobby. Oh, he was gonna be pissed she'd been out all night. Not like he could smell it on her after a hot shower, but he'd figure it out.
"I know you have somebody," Spike said. How could he know? She didn't say boyfriend. She never did. She started to protest.
"No, it's okay. I know. I knew before we…" He shook his head. "But it would be nice. And if you don't want to…"
"Spike, just come here." She rolled over and let him slip in under the sheets and blanket behind her, shutting off the light. She reached for his arm and brought it around her, cupping his hand over her breast. He shifted in close on the narrow bed, pressing his nose to her shoulder. She squeezed her eyes shut to stop the tears from coming up. She couldn't cry. If she cried it would be all over. She'd just fall apart. And she couldn't do that. Not again. Not ever. She was miles and miles from there. Bit by bit, she gathered herself. Emptied her head and relaxed. He was warm now, all over, nose to toes. This was good. This was safe. She sighed and snuggled his arm.
He stirred and kissed her neck softly. "Thank you."
She fell asleep about two seconds after that and didn't wake until God knew when. A good long sleep. She slipped out from under Spike's arm and got dressed in the dim. Sun must be up, but none of it came in here. She got her shit together quick. She wanted to get out before he woke and it got all difficult again. She'd slip back to the club and shower there, have something to eat and try to call Bobby. Try to forget she'd just had the best fuck of her life. Forget that look on his face when she’d welcomed him to lie down with her. But something told her she wouldn't be forgetting Spike for a very long time.
Carlene stopped before she let herself out and went back to the small bed. He'd shifted and was hugging the folds of the blanket where she'd been lying. Still so sweet. Her heart ached as she watched him. No movement. God, he slept like the dead. You want to kiss him, Car, don't you? Crawl right back in and have him again. And again. That's why it's time to go.
Carlene went to the couch and picked up her bag and walked to the door and unlocked the bolt. She couldn't stop herself from looking back one last time. Mussed hair, pale skin, sculpted back--so brave, so sad.
"I wish she could have loved you," she whispered, turned the knob and walked out the door and up the stairs into the sunlight.