Friday, October 19, 2012

Walter Wallace - Chapter 68

Lucy Blues looked stunning. Dr Lucy Blues. The woman who came into his life and turned the whole world on its head. She was too smart, too special for this world. She was too beautiful and her sadness only made her more desirable. She sat on the edge of the bed, her naked back long and defined as she ran her fingers through the tangles in her hair. It fell across her shoulders and down towards her breast. She looked back over her shoulder and smiled at him. It was so warm, so honest and yet it seemed to bear so much pain; a longing for something good in this world.
From the frame of the bathroom door Manny Holdsworth smiled back.

His own inner torture bore down on him as he walked over and kissed her. Sarah’s face flashed through his mind and he let her lips go. He lowered his forehead and rested it on the bridge of her nose.

“I told her we were under strict security measures,” he said still resting in her support, “I keep lying to her.”

Lucy put her hands on the side of his head, she caressed his cheek, rasping against the stubble and gently raising his eyes to meet hers. They stared at each other without words, without tangible communication or understanding. She kissed him. Drew his weight towards her and backed slowly to the middle of the bed. He followed her without resistance or resignation. He could not argue with this feeling. More than emotion. He felt only shame when he admitted to himself that he never felt this way for Sarah; never this strong.

The mid morning light came bright and full through the glass doors of the balcony. They were on the top floor of the Royal Plaza in Heartsfield. The hotel stood opposite the Theatre where the show was shot only a few days earlier. It was a beautiful room, constructed more than a century ago but furnished like a modern five-star hotel.

Lucy hadn’t visited the first night. He had stayed up until 3am waiting, wishing he could let go. He thought maybe she had let go of him which only made him long for her more.

Lucy slowly backed to the middle of the bed, drawing Manny towards her as she did. Her body beneath his made it impossible to do anything but adhere to her will. It was like a dominant submission, seductive beyond his wildest fantasies. He knew so little about this woman. She seemed so strong and so fragile all at once. He kissed her neck and cupped her breast, she arched her back and he drew his fingers along the ridge of her spine. She moaned softly, a siren call to his most animalistic core. He fought the urge to take her aggressively and continued to explore and tease her body.

He went down on her. He felt an insatiable lust.

“Manny,” she said softly. He looked up at her but she was in a world of her own. What world was she in? He wanted to understand her, ease her pain. Why had she done what she had done? Why did she create the machine? He had wanted to ask her but could sense she didn’t feel comfortable with the subject. She had run away from it, then been drawn back into it. Then there was Walter.

He couldn’t help but think of his new friend with a sense of pity and shame. Moreso than he felt for his own wife. Walter had been there for him through a tough time. He was also helping Manny on a fast track to legend status in the TV game. But most of all he was just a genuine person. He had confided in Manny a number of times about how he felt for Lucy. The most recent of which was after Manny and Lucy had begun their affair.

Lucy moaned again, much louder this time. Manny returned to the present with renewed vigour. Her body inspired such a deep craving. She was forbidden. She grabbed his head and pulled him up towards her face but he took her wrists and freed himself, going back down, letting his animal start to take control. She began to lose hers, wrapping her legs around his head and shoulders, clawing at the sheets.

“Manny,” she called out, more desperate this time. She was still lost in her world but she needed him to find her. She pulled at his hair and this time he obeyed. He locked his mouth to hers and seamlessly went inside her. The sex was feverish. He was at his breaking point but dared not cross it before she did. She tossed and turned beneath him as though she were having a dream – he didn’t know if he should wake her up. Her whole body tensed beneath him and she clung to him with fearful strength. He couldn’t hold any longer and let go.

They finished together. It was intoxicating, it always was with her, but this time Manny couldn’t help but think of Sarah immediately after. She was probably missing him, hoping he was safe. He rolled over and looked up at the ceiling. He thought of Walter somewhere in the hotel, alone. He looked at Lucy lying next to him. She had the same expression on her face. She looked sad and beautiful. He wondered if he loved her. He wanted to. He began to doubt that she could love him.

She turned her head and looked at him, reading his face. She caressed his cheek bone. He felt his heart zig again in her direction and looked away.

“I should go,” he said and sat up rubbing his forehead. He walked to the bathroom and took a shower. When he came out again Lucy was gone.

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