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.
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