Everyone gets Laid part II
MARTIN
As soon as the door opened Liz walked into the bathroom and retrieved two glasses, slid the bottle of Jim Beam out of the paper bag and unscrewed the top. She poured a shot for both of them and toasted.
“ To Marsha, may whoever it is give her whatever she needs.”
And down the shot went. Martin complied and downed the shot. He didn’t really want it. He was just following Liz’s lead. Ever since she had agreed to share a bed with him he had been going through the motions of participation. He was there in body, but his mind was somewhere completely different.
For no reason he could think of she gave him a hug and kissed him on the cheek.
“ I’m going to take a shower.”
And as quickly as the shot had disappeared so did she back into the bathroom. The door shut and the water began to run.
He was standing in the middle of the room not sure what to do. The kiss still burning hot on his cheek. “We’re sharing a bed.” kept repeating in his mind. “Is she still angry? She couldn’t possibly … could she? Why would she agree to this? What’s going on? He became aware of the glass in his hand and set it down on the nearest horizontal surface which happened to be the dresser under the TV. He was at a loss as to what he should do next. He had heard the whisper from the desk clerk and wondered if it might be true, and inadvertently touched his cheek where Liz had kissed him. He wanted it to be true. He wanted Liz. He wanted her more than any women he had ever known, but it never seemed to be the right time. Either she was in a deeply dysfunctional relationship or he was. Not now. At this moment in time, it seemed to Martin that their stars had aligned, they were both free, and the truth was that they were about to share a bed together. But how far would that sharing go?
It took a while and several more equally puzzling questions popping disjointedly and unanswered into his head before he absent-mindedly took off his jacket and tossed it on to the chair near the obligatory desk. He shuffled out of his shoes and began to unbutton his shirt but half way through the process he stopped. He felt funny about taking it off. He wasn’t wearing a T underneath and for some reason he felt uncomfortable bearing his chest. The hesitance he felt removing his shirt was nothing compared to his pants. He looked down at his clothes frozen and unsure what to do. “I can’t very well sleep in my clothes”. He thought, so in two quick brave gestures they were off and draped haphazardly on the chair. His hands were on his hips as he stood in his boxers and socks in front of the TV. His mind now focused on the sound coming from behind the bathroom door. He couldn’t help but imagine Liz’s naked body lathered up under the gently raining shower head. He sat on the bed trying to shake the image, but he found he couldn’t, or rather didn’t want to. He forlornly groaned and lay back in the bed.
When he heard the shower turn off, he gathered what was left of his wits and scrambled under the sheets. He sat at such attention, he could have been mistaken for a teacher’s pet on the first day of school complete with folded hands.
When the door opened, Martin saw Liz in a towel too small for her body. The crack rode up her leg to her midriff. His wild speculation, expectation along with the sight of her stirred him, and he grabbed the pillow next to him and covered the offending member. He saw Liz jump when she saw him.
“I’m still here.” he said with a half smile.
“Sorry, I … Give me a second.”
He watched as she grabbed her bag, and went back into the bathroom. He felt as if his mind was a second behind what was happening at the moment.. Maybe it had to do with the fact that all his blood was leaving his head and proceeding to parts he wasn’t sure would be in service tonight. All the cockiness that he had displayed at Marsha’s expense had disappeared into the ether. His insecurity; however, did nothing to prevent the growing hard on that was swelling beneath the pillow at the expectation of what he would see coming out of the bathroom when the door opened again. He tried to think of mundane things, food shopping, doing taxes, nature programs and then there she was. A grey t shirt and white cotton panties never looked so good.
“I needed that.” she said.
“Yes me too.”
“What?”
“What?”
“Geez Martin how much have you had to drink?”
“Me? I..”
“I better catch up.”
Liz grabbed her glass and poured another shot.
“ You’re not naked under there are you?
The statement took him by surprise.
“What? Me?No!”
With his shirt off and bottom half concealed beneath the sheets it probably did look like he was naked.
“Relax Martin, I’m just kidding. God, I feel so much better. It’s a wonder what a hot shower can do for you.”
She sat on the bed next to him then gracefully pulled the sheets up over her. Then she turned and looked at him with her beautiful green eyes, and smiled. He had the briefest of thoughts Just lean in and kiss her.
“You know I thought all the fighting was sexual tension between you and Marsha, but Marsha always insisted that it would be you and me that ended up in bed together. Guess she was right.”
It wasn’t kissing Liz, or the “in bed together” remark that he focused on now. The only word reverberating in his mind now was Marsha.
“Marsha.” He said with a half hearted chuckle shaking his head. The euphoria of the situation had left him as did his semi erection. He should have realized that the thought of his nemesis was all it would take to unutterably deflate him.
“Sorry, After three years I’d hoped the two of you would get along better.”
Liz downed the shot and put the glass on the night table next to the bed.
“But I guess that’s just wishful thinking. You two have a gift for hating each other.”
Martin really didn’t want to talk about Marsha. He had always felt Marsha was the main reason he hadn’t gotten together with Liz years ago. Marsha would always put him in situations that made him look bad. She had already done it once tonight and was about to do it again.
“Maybe, we could talk about something other than Marsha.”
“Yeah, I think that’s a good idea. Hey, I know. Let’s play a game?
”A game?
“It’s a slumber party isn’t it? That’s what people do at slumber parties they play games.”
“Games. Like strip poker?”
“That would be fun, but I don’t have any cards on me.”
The mere thought of strip poker with Liz enriched the semi that had all but disappeared at the mention of Marsha’s name. Give me ten minutes, I’ll find some Martin thought.
“How about Truth or Dare.”
“Uh.”
“Oh come on, I know it’s juvenile, but I’ve got a nice buzz going and I’m not ready to go to bed. “
She filled her glass again and took a generous swig.
“Uh, okay.” Martin said unsure of what he was in for.
“Great, you go first. Truth or Dare.”
“Dare?”
“Oooo okay, let me think. I know, sing me a song.”
“I’m not really a good singer, Liz.”
“Oh, no, no no. You chose dare you have to do it.”
“Okay.”
Martin leaned back onto the pillow and closed his eyes, and began to sing the song that had been running through his head all day. He took a breath and began to sing “And so it goes” by Billy Joel.
In every heart there is a room
A sanctuary safe and strong
To heal the wounds from lovers past
Until a new one comes along
The melody was simple for Martin, but the words came harder.
I spoke to you in cautious tones
You answered me with no pretense
And still I feel I said too much
My silence is my self defense
Martin stopped, but Liz urged him on.
“Don’t stop, please. Tell me you know the rest?”
Martin wasn’t sure he should finish the song. The words were already choking him up. He could say he didn’t remember; It would be a simple thing, but he had heard the song that morning on his iphone. It didn’t come up often in the shuffle, but he happened to be walking through Bryant Park at the time, and by the second verse he had stopped in his tracks. The tune was sad and the message was that of insecurity and longing. He had sat down at one of the table’s and taken a moment to listen to the words again. Yes, he knew them all, because he had replayed it three times. They were about Liz and him.
And every time I've held a rose
It seems I only felt the thorns
And so it goes, and so it goes
And so will you soon I suppose
He stopped again for a second. This verse would be hard. With a furtive glance at Liz he continued.
But if my silence made you leave
Then that would be my worst mistake
So I will share this room with you
And you can have this heart to break
Martin leaned back and closed his eyes. He couldn’t look at her. He was afraid of what he would see. He chuckled at the irony.
And this is why my eyes are closed
It's just as well for all I've seen
And so it goes, and so it goes
And you're the only one who knows
So I would choose to be with you
That's if the choice were mine to make
But you can make decisions too
And you can have this heart to break
And so it goes, and so it goes
And you're the only one who knows
After he finished his dare, there was a long pause. Neither of them said a word. Martin opened his eyes turned to Liz.
“Liz? Are you crying?”
“No.” Quick and crisp was Liz's reply.
“Well, it’s a sad song.”
“It is, It’s sad and beautiful. Thank you. Why that song?”
How could he tell her it spoke of his life before he met her or how it reminded him of their present relationship. Because I would choose to be with you, Liz. If the choice were mine to make. Martin couldn’t bear to tell her the truth. And so it goes, as always, veiled in a shroud of friendship and abnegation.
“I don’t know.... I like it.” He said with a shrug. “I heard it this morning, and it’s been running through my head all day.
“Yeah.”
There was another long silence between them. Martin could see that Liz was thinking, and with a long drawn out “so” he reminded her that she was up.
“Truth or dare.” He asked.
Whatever it was that was taking her away dissipated at his urgency. He could tell she was trying hard to appear genial. But something was beneath the smile cutting at her.
“Truth.”
The words of the song drifted through Martin’s head again But if my silence made you leave then that would be my worst mistake.
“What are you thinking?”
He could tell the question took her by surprise. He wasn’t sure he wanted to know the answer and was about to withdraw the question when she leaned over and gave him the sweetest most tender kiss he had ever known. When it ended, he looked at her, and saw something he had never seen in her face before, desire.
Martin leaned in and kissed her, but with a need that surprised him. It was a long deep kiss. And if he had his way, it would have lasted the rest of the night. But against every impulse he had to continue, he drew back. This time when his lips left hers, it was tangible pain for him. As if he had lost something and he desperately wanted it back. He opened his eyes, and there she was. Her beautiful face tilted upwards with her eyes still closed. He took a moment, and drank in every feature, every curve. When she didn’t open her eyes he whispered her name.
She didn’t move, Her eyes remained closed, but he heard the smallest of sounds. Did he hear her right? Did she say Dimitri?
“Liz? Open your eyes.”
When she did, to Martin’s relief she was smiling.
“Martin.Truth or Dare.”
We’re still playing the bloody game? he thought. Fine.
“Dare.” he said.
He couldn’t believe it when she said.
“Do that again.”
The morning came too soon for Martin. But the rays of light would not be shut out even though the heavy draperies of the hotel room were drawn tight. He was in a state of wonder. He was lying in bed next to the woman he loved. Elizabeth had finally filled his arms and no part of her had been off limits. He tasted and touched and kissed every part of her, moving his hands up and down her body memorizing every detail. The mole on her left fore arm. The freckle on her jaw. The burn scar on her ankle. They were all there creating the picture of Liz that filled his head and his heart. He remembered the smoothness of her skin and the scent of the hotel soap and shampoo mixed with the Jim Beam they had drank. He breathed deep the musky smell of last night’s lovemaking. It still hung on the sheets between them. And as he did, he wanted her again. Would the light of day change what they had last night? Would she want him again? or had bourbon and nostalgia played the crucial roles?
Liz was still asleep, and Martin watched her for a long time. He brushed her hair from her face just so he could get a better look. This is what angel’s looked like, he was sure.
With a flutter she opened her eyes, and a smile as warm as the suns rays melted his fears.
“Good Morning, lover.” she said.
“Good Morning, friend.”
Her right hand snuck under the covers and found the small of his back and with a gentle nudge she drew him to her. He was close and there could be no doubt in her mind that he was ready for another round. It was a short shift of her hand from his back to his front. He felt her hand gently encompass him. She wrapped her leg around his torso and Martin groaned, as she guided him home.
They spent the rest of the morning making love.
It was nearly one when they both decided it was time to leave. Not because they wanted to, but because they were both starving.
“Marathon love making will do that to you.” She said.
As they gathered their clothes and began to dress, Martin stopped.
“Liz, Marry me.”
He saw her stop. What am I doing? Why did I say that? He thought. I must be out of my mind. She turned to look at him.
“Alright.” she said.
What? his mind was reeling.
“I’m serious Liz. I’m in love with you. I’ve loved you for a long time. I’ve watched you make mistake after mistake with men, and I've been no different when it comes to women. And after last night I know you love me too. This is right, and I can’t…No, I won’t let you go. I need you in my life. Not just as a room mate or a friend or a colleague. I want you beside me as a partner. I want to walk hand in hand with you through what ever time we have left. I want to have kids with you and grow old with you. I want…
She was walking toward him. She put her finger on his lips and said. “Shhh.” and before he could finish she kissed him, and began removing the clothes he had just put on.
“I thought you were hungry.”
“I’m starving, but after that speech, I want you more than food.”
This was no tender act. This was starvation at it’s most primal level. It was urgent and it was hard and it was erotic and Martin gave into it like the starving man he was. It didn’t take long for either of them, Liz came and Martin shortly after. He lay on top of her. He kissed her neck and looked into her eyes. She was crying.
“Liz? Did i hurt you?”
She took his face in his hands and kissed him.
“No, you stupid stupid man.”
“Then why are you crying.”
“Because. I love you Martin Collins. I don’t know why I didn’t seen it before, but I love you. I wasted three years of my life looking for you and you were right in front of me the whole time. The last man I will ever love. I will marry you. I will be your wife. I will care for you, and give you children and we will make love until are bones are to brittle to support each other. ”
“Well, if we do it like that when we’re eighty, we’ll both wind up needing hip replacements.”
She began to laugh through the tears, and Martin joined in. After a minute, Liz rolled over and grabbed the phone. With a wicked smile she turned to him and said.
“I think we’ll eat in.”
As soon as the door opened Liz walked into the bathroom and retrieved two glasses, slid the bottle of Jim Beam out of the paper bag and unscrewed the top. She poured a shot for both of them and toasted.
“ To Marsha, may whoever it is give her whatever she needs.”
And down the shot went. Martin complied and downed the shot. He didn’t really want it. He was just following Liz’s lead. Ever since she had agreed to share a bed with him he had been going through the motions of participation. He was there in body, but his mind was somewhere completely different.
For no reason he could think of she gave him a hug and kissed him on the cheek.
“ I’m going to take a shower.”
And as quickly as the shot had disappeared so did she back into the bathroom. The door shut and the water began to run.
He was standing in the middle of the room not sure what to do. The kiss still burning hot on his cheek. “We’re sharing a bed.” kept repeating in his mind. “Is she still angry? She couldn’t possibly … could she? Why would she agree to this? What’s going on? He became aware of the glass in his hand and set it down on the nearest horizontal surface which happened to be the dresser under the TV. He was at a loss as to what he should do next. He had heard the whisper from the desk clerk and wondered if it might be true, and inadvertently touched his cheek where Liz had kissed him. He wanted it to be true. He wanted Liz. He wanted her more than any women he had ever known, but it never seemed to be the right time. Either she was in a deeply dysfunctional relationship or he was. Not now. At this moment in time, it seemed to Martin that their stars had aligned, they were both free, and the truth was that they were about to share a bed together. But how far would that sharing go?
It took a while and several more equally puzzling questions popping disjointedly and unanswered into his head before he absent-mindedly took off his jacket and tossed it on to the chair near the obligatory desk. He shuffled out of his shoes and began to unbutton his shirt but half way through the process he stopped. He felt funny about taking it off. He wasn’t wearing a T underneath and for some reason he felt uncomfortable bearing his chest. The hesitance he felt removing his shirt was nothing compared to his pants. He looked down at his clothes frozen and unsure what to do. “I can’t very well sleep in my clothes”. He thought, so in two quick brave gestures they were off and draped haphazardly on the chair. His hands were on his hips as he stood in his boxers and socks in front of the TV. His mind now focused on the sound coming from behind the bathroom door. He couldn’t help but imagine Liz’s naked body lathered up under the gently raining shower head. He sat on the bed trying to shake the image, but he found he couldn’t, or rather didn’t want to. He forlornly groaned and lay back in the bed.
When he heard the shower turn off, he gathered what was left of his wits and scrambled under the sheets. He sat at such attention, he could have been mistaken for a teacher’s pet on the first day of school complete with folded hands.
When the door opened, Martin saw Liz in a towel too small for her body. The crack rode up her leg to her midriff. His wild speculation, expectation along with the sight of her stirred him, and he grabbed the pillow next to him and covered the offending member. He saw Liz jump when she saw him.
“I’m still here.” he said with a half smile.
“Sorry, I … Give me a second.”
He watched as she grabbed her bag, and went back into the bathroom. He felt as if his mind was a second behind what was happening at the moment.. Maybe it had to do with the fact that all his blood was leaving his head and proceeding to parts he wasn’t sure would be in service tonight. All the cockiness that he had displayed at Marsha’s expense had disappeared into the ether. His insecurity; however, did nothing to prevent the growing hard on that was swelling beneath the pillow at the expectation of what he would see coming out of the bathroom when the door opened again. He tried to think of mundane things, food shopping, doing taxes, nature programs and then there she was. A grey t shirt and white cotton panties never looked so good.
“I needed that.” she said.
“Yes me too.”
“What?”
“What?”
“Geez Martin how much have you had to drink?”
“Me? I..”
“I better catch up.”
Liz grabbed her glass and poured another shot.
“ You’re not naked under there are you?
The statement took him by surprise.
“What? Me?No!”
With his shirt off and bottom half concealed beneath the sheets it probably did look like he was naked.
“Relax Martin, I’m just kidding. God, I feel so much better. It’s a wonder what a hot shower can do for you.”
She sat on the bed next to him then gracefully pulled the sheets up over her. Then she turned and looked at him with her beautiful green eyes, and smiled. He had the briefest of thoughts Just lean in and kiss her.
“You know I thought all the fighting was sexual tension between you and Marsha, but Marsha always insisted that it would be you and me that ended up in bed together. Guess she was right.”
It wasn’t kissing Liz, or the “in bed together” remark that he focused on now. The only word reverberating in his mind now was Marsha.
“Marsha.” He said with a half hearted chuckle shaking his head. The euphoria of the situation had left him as did his semi erection. He should have realized that the thought of his nemesis was all it would take to unutterably deflate him.
“Sorry, After three years I’d hoped the two of you would get along better.”
Liz downed the shot and put the glass on the night table next to the bed.
“But I guess that’s just wishful thinking. You two have a gift for hating each other.”
Martin really didn’t want to talk about Marsha. He had always felt Marsha was the main reason he hadn’t gotten together with Liz years ago. Marsha would always put him in situations that made him look bad. She had already done it once tonight and was about to do it again.
“Maybe, we could talk about something other than Marsha.”
“Yeah, I think that’s a good idea. Hey, I know. Let’s play a game?
”A game?
“It’s a slumber party isn’t it? That’s what people do at slumber parties they play games.”
“Games. Like strip poker?”
“That would be fun, but I don’t have any cards on me.”
The mere thought of strip poker with Liz enriched the semi that had all but disappeared at the mention of Marsha’s name. Give me ten minutes, I’ll find some Martin thought.
“How about Truth or Dare.”
“Uh.”
“Oh come on, I know it’s juvenile, but I’ve got a nice buzz going and I’m not ready to go to bed. “
She filled her glass again and took a generous swig.
“Uh, okay.” Martin said unsure of what he was in for.
“Great, you go first. Truth or Dare.”
“Dare?”
“Oooo okay, let me think. I know, sing me a song.”
“I’m not really a good singer, Liz.”
“Oh, no, no no. You chose dare you have to do it.”
“Okay.”
Martin leaned back onto the pillow and closed his eyes, and began to sing the song that had been running through his head all day. He took a breath and began to sing “And so it goes” by Billy Joel.
In every heart there is a room
A sanctuary safe and strong
To heal the wounds from lovers past
Until a new one comes along
The melody was simple for Martin, but the words came harder.
I spoke to you in cautious tones
You answered me with no pretense
And still I feel I said too much
My silence is my self defense
Martin stopped, but Liz urged him on.
“Don’t stop, please. Tell me you know the rest?”
Martin wasn’t sure he should finish the song. The words were already choking him up. He could say he didn’t remember; It would be a simple thing, but he had heard the song that morning on his iphone. It didn’t come up often in the shuffle, but he happened to be walking through Bryant Park at the time, and by the second verse he had stopped in his tracks. The tune was sad and the message was that of insecurity and longing. He had sat down at one of the table’s and taken a moment to listen to the words again. Yes, he knew them all, because he had replayed it three times. They were about Liz and him.
And every time I've held a rose
It seems I only felt the thorns
And so it goes, and so it goes
And so will you soon I suppose
He stopped again for a second. This verse would be hard. With a furtive glance at Liz he continued.
But if my silence made you leave
Then that would be my worst mistake
So I will share this room with you
And you can have this heart to break
Martin leaned back and closed his eyes. He couldn’t look at her. He was afraid of what he would see. He chuckled at the irony.
And this is why my eyes are closed
It's just as well for all I've seen
And so it goes, and so it goes
And you're the only one who knows
So I would choose to be with you
That's if the choice were mine to make
But you can make decisions too
And you can have this heart to break
And so it goes, and so it goes
And you're the only one who knows
After he finished his dare, there was a long pause. Neither of them said a word. Martin opened his eyes turned to Liz.
“Liz? Are you crying?”
“No.” Quick and crisp was Liz's reply.
“Well, it’s a sad song.”
“It is, It’s sad and beautiful. Thank you. Why that song?”
How could he tell her it spoke of his life before he met her or how it reminded him of their present relationship. Because I would choose to be with you, Liz. If the choice were mine to make. Martin couldn’t bear to tell her the truth. And so it goes, as always, veiled in a shroud of friendship and abnegation.
“I don’t know.... I like it.” He said with a shrug. “I heard it this morning, and it’s been running through my head all day.
“Yeah.”
There was another long silence between them. Martin could see that Liz was thinking, and with a long drawn out “so” he reminded her that she was up.
“Truth or dare.” He asked.
Whatever it was that was taking her away dissipated at his urgency. He could tell she was trying hard to appear genial. But something was beneath the smile cutting at her.
“Truth.”
The words of the song drifted through Martin’s head again But if my silence made you leave then that would be my worst mistake.
“What are you thinking?”
He could tell the question took her by surprise. He wasn’t sure he wanted to know the answer and was about to withdraw the question when she leaned over and gave him the sweetest most tender kiss he had ever known. When it ended, he looked at her, and saw something he had never seen in her face before, desire.
Martin leaned in and kissed her, but with a need that surprised him. It was a long deep kiss. And if he had his way, it would have lasted the rest of the night. But against every impulse he had to continue, he drew back. This time when his lips left hers, it was tangible pain for him. As if he had lost something and he desperately wanted it back. He opened his eyes, and there she was. Her beautiful face tilted upwards with her eyes still closed. He took a moment, and drank in every feature, every curve. When she didn’t open her eyes he whispered her name.
She didn’t move, Her eyes remained closed, but he heard the smallest of sounds. Did he hear her right? Did she say Dimitri?
“Liz? Open your eyes.”
When she did, to Martin’s relief she was smiling.
“Martin.Truth or Dare.”
We’re still playing the bloody game? he thought. Fine.
“Dare.” he said.
He couldn’t believe it when she said.
“Do that again.”
The morning came too soon for Martin. But the rays of light would not be shut out even though the heavy draperies of the hotel room were drawn tight. He was in a state of wonder. He was lying in bed next to the woman he loved. Elizabeth had finally filled his arms and no part of her had been off limits. He tasted and touched and kissed every part of her, moving his hands up and down her body memorizing every detail. The mole on her left fore arm. The freckle on her jaw. The burn scar on her ankle. They were all there creating the picture of Liz that filled his head and his heart. He remembered the smoothness of her skin and the scent of the hotel soap and shampoo mixed with the Jim Beam they had drank. He breathed deep the musky smell of last night’s lovemaking. It still hung on the sheets between them. And as he did, he wanted her again. Would the light of day change what they had last night? Would she want him again? or had bourbon and nostalgia played the crucial roles?
Liz was still asleep, and Martin watched her for a long time. He brushed her hair from her face just so he could get a better look. This is what angel’s looked like, he was sure.
With a flutter she opened her eyes, and a smile as warm as the suns rays melted his fears.
“Good Morning, lover.” she said.
“Good Morning, friend.”
Her right hand snuck under the covers and found the small of his back and with a gentle nudge she drew him to her. He was close and there could be no doubt in her mind that he was ready for another round. It was a short shift of her hand from his back to his front. He felt her hand gently encompass him. She wrapped her leg around his torso and Martin groaned, as she guided him home.
They spent the rest of the morning making love.
It was nearly one when they both decided it was time to leave. Not because they wanted to, but because they were both starving.
“Marathon love making will do that to you.” She said.
As they gathered their clothes and began to dress, Martin stopped.
“Liz, Marry me.”
He saw her stop. What am I doing? Why did I say that? He thought. I must be out of my mind. She turned to look at him.
“Alright.” she said.
What? his mind was reeling.
“I’m serious Liz. I’m in love with you. I’ve loved you for a long time. I’ve watched you make mistake after mistake with men, and I've been no different when it comes to women. And after last night I know you love me too. This is right, and I can’t…No, I won’t let you go. I need you in my life. Not just as a room mate or a friend or a colleague. I want you beside me as a partner. I want to walk hand in hand with you through what ever time we have left. I want to have kids with you and grow old with you. I want…
She was walking toward him. She put her finger on his lips and said. “Shhh.” and before he could finish she kissed him, and began removing the clothes he had just put on.
“I thought you were hungry.”
“I’m starving, but after that speech, I want you more than food.”
This was no tender act. This was starvation at it’s most primal level. It was urgent and it was hard and it was erotic and Martin gave into it like the starving man he was. It didn’t take long for either of them, Liz came and Martin shortly after. He lay on top of her. He kissed her neck and looked into her eyes. She was crying.
“Liz? Did i hurt you?”
She took his face in his hands and kissed him.
“No, you stupid stupid man.”
“Then why are you crying.”
“Because. I love you Martin Collins. I don’t know why I didn’t seen it before, but I love you. I wasted three years of my life looking for you and you were right in front of me the whole time. The last man I will ever love. I will marry you. I will be your wife. I will care for you, and give you children and we will make love until are bones are to brittle to support each other. ”
“Well, if we do it like that when we’re eighty, we’ll both wind up needing hip replacements.”
She began to laugh through the tears, and Martin joined in. After a minute, Liz rolled over and grabbed the phone. With a wicked smile she turned to him and said.
“I think we’ll eat in.”