HT100 Challenge 323 Cyril and... - The Go-To
“You want a drink?” Shannon asked.
“No,” replied Cyril. He was waiting for Ryan. They had some business to deal with downtown and he needed a clear head for it.
“I'm having a drink.” Shannon picked up the empty glass from the side table and got to her feet, a little unsteadily.
“Maybe you've had enough,” Cyril said.
“Maybe you should just go fuck yourself.”
“Sit back down. I'll get it.”
He took the glass from her and headed into the kitchen. He uncapped the bottle of whiskey. One more wouldn't hurt her. She'd be out like a light by the time Ryan got home. He started to pour her another glass, when he heard her voice in the doorway.
“He's cheating on me, you know.”
Cyril did know. Ryan wasn't quiet about his flings. He was more than happy to give Cyril the details about every woman he fucked. Cyril wasn't about to confirm that with Shannon though; he believed in self-preservation.
Wordlessly, he handed her the glass of whiskey. She took a drink. “Yeah, you know. Fucker can't keep his mouth shut about anything. He's not the quiet type.” She put a hand on his arm and continued, “Not like you. I'd bet you'd be discreet. You ever think about it? You ever think about fucking me? Or me blowing you? Maybe right there at the kitchen table where your brother has his breakfast every morning.”
His eyes drifted over to the kitchen table. He'd thought about it. He'd heard about Shannon's mouth way back when she and Ryan had started dating. It had been his go-to fantasy once upon a time. Once she had become his sister-in-law, he hadn't allowed himself to think that way. Until this moment when it all came flooding back to him.
She smiled at him then, knowing exactly that she'd gotten to him. She brought the glass to her lips and took another drink, chasing a few droplets with her tongue.
He took a step closer to her, took the glass from her hand, and set it down on the kitchen counter. He lifted a hand to brush her hair away from her face.
Her lips parted and her eyes closed. He leaned closer.
The sound of a key turning in a lock caught his attention. He stepped back and turned away from Shannon as the front door opened.
“Cyril? You here?”
“Yeah.”
“Well, let's get going.”
“Yeah, yeah, all right,” he muttered, stepping out of the kitchen and grabbing his jacket from the arm of the couch.
If he was lucky, she wouldn't remember any of this come morning.
He wouldn't forget himself again, but that didn't mean this wouldn't be his go-to fantasy for the immediate future.