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“Oh woman,” I grumble as I pull her tight to me.
I wanted to brush my teeth, but already she’s kissin me, giggling and smiling…lookin happy and relaxed at long last.
And somethin tells me it ain’t cause she had such an amazin mornin at work either.
“I thought you had a noon meeting.”
“Oh…I blew it off. I couldn’t wait that long to see you like this.”
“You blew off your meeting?” I ask with pleasant surprise.
“No, not really,” she answers as she nuzzles me like a puppy. “It got canceled. But I wasn’t disappointed,” she says just before losin herself in our kisses.
Fiona’s long fingers and hands move sensually over my chest hair as I lift the pretty, pink dress up over her head, exposing another beautiful lace bra and panty set. I pause to take in the sight of her before removing the rest. She’s such a vision, I could buy Fiona lingerie sets for a lifetime. But I’ve brought no such bribes with me to Iowa. I need her to take a leap of faith on non-material terms.
We remove the rest of each other’s clothes with vigor and make love like we’re the only two residents in the hotel. Fiona’s every bit as wild as I’ve imagined her to be…takin charge and climbing on top, ridin me hard while she belts out her guttural cries of satisfaction, slappin my back and pullin my hair with exactly the right amount of pressure. The woman’s a rare talent.
She glides into a frenzy of pent up energy and finishes me in under an hour, sooner than I would have liked but I couldn’t hold her eagerness at bay.
I soak up Fiona’s radiant afterglow, spoonin and caressing her until her breathin slows. She appears to sleep for maybe ten minutes, then opens her eyes and turns around to face me. I’m a little jarred by her expression…so different from before. Her typical look of concern is back, and I wonder what’s on her mind.
“Bo?” she asks before I can figure out where to start.
“Yes buttercup?”
“There’s something we haven’t discussed that seems really odd we haven’t.”
“Yes?” I ask her with a smile, knowin where this is goin.
“What in the heck are you doing in Fairfield? Why did you drive all the way up here in the first place?” she asks with curiosity rather than confrontation.
“Just like I said, I came up here to see the woman I haven’t had much luck tryin to talk on the phone to.”
“Well…but…that’s a long drive. What if I’d been too busy? What if I hadn’t been available?”
I attempt to formulate a serious answer but find myself laughing instead. “Then I reckon I’d have done somethin to make myself irresistible. Like, you know, show up at the store wearin my best jeans or somethin,” I answer with a smirk.
“Oh you,” she says, pawing at my cheek. “You think I’m that easy, huh?”
“Now I didn’t say nothin about you bein easy, darlin. All I’m sayin is…I’m that hard to resist.”
At this Fiona breaks character, and all the tension disappears from her face as she giggles into my neck… tickling the back of it with her fingernails.
“You scoundrel,” she teases. “So how long do I have you here, really?”
“About however long it takes me to talk you into runnin off with me.” Fiona giggles again, but I remain sober…lookin her in the eyes so she can feel my sincerity. “I really mean it Fiona. I came up here to tell you somethin serious,” I say, watchin her every reaction. “I know this is gonna sound premature with all the time that’s kept us apart, but I need you to hear somethin I wasn’t even gonna try to say on the phone.”
I can clearly see apprehensiveness on her face now, but this is my only chance. I have to speak the truth, yet it suddenly feels awkward in a way I hadn’t expected. Fiona’s moods turn on a dime, somethin I’ve long been aware of, and it’s difficult to express myself through the onslaught of her challenging nature.
“Fiona?” I manage to say.
She responds with a raised eyebrow and slight cock of her head, as if waitin impatiently for me to make a fool of myself.
“I love you Fiona.”
In my mental rehearsal of this moment, those words bubbled out like refreshing spring water. But the reality of her blank expression has filled me with a kind of fear I’ve never felt before. An eternity passes while I wait for some kind of response…anything.
“Bo,” Fiona says at last. But not in her bedroom voice. There’s an undeniably hard edge to my name comin off her lips this time. Her wall is back up in all its titanium glory. “Bo, you’re a good man. No…you’re a wonderful man…a wonderful…man. But my life is full of the kind of complexity and drama…emotions…you should never get involved with.”
