Post by angela on Oct 17, 2012 21:36:53 GMT -5
Claudia had only had a few hours of sleep before her body told her to wake up. She slowly blinked herself into consciousness as she looked at the other person lying in her bed. Her initial thought was that her daughter was sleeping beside her, but she remembered that she had come home with someone the previous night. She closed her eyes and sighed through her nose. She felt warmth reverberating off him, and she could hear the sound of his breathing. After a few moments, she opened her eyes and watched him through the darkness. The only light in the room was the same moonlight that had shined in through the faculty lounge window at the school a few hours before.
The moonlight cast a shadow across the side of his face. He was facing her. There was a contented look on his face. She remembered the intimate details of that night. The taste of his lips. The warmth of his breath. The smell of his skin. The way he said her name. The way he looked at her and caressed her skin. She shifted to make herself more comfortable. She would have stayed there and watched him sleep were it not for the fact that she did not want him to wake up and see her watching him. So she slipped out of bed and over to the door that led into the bathroom. She pulled her robe over her body and tied it. She had never worn this robe with nothing underneath. It was a weird feeling, having the silk touch her bare skin. She failed to notice that the material was thin and somewhat translucent. She looked around the room. Her dress and shoes had been abandoned on the floor, as had his. She ignored it even though it bothered her. She glanced in his direction once more before leaving the room, closing the door behind her.
The woman made her way down the hall and poked her head into each of her daughters' rooms. They were both sleeping soundly. She wondered what her children would think about the man lying in the master bedroom. Kennedy would likely not say anything, reserving her judgment for someone else who would listen. Joshua would tell her that she was doing something right, and that it was good for her. And Anthony... he would tell her that she needed to stop having a midlife crisis and move on with her life. There would be mixed opinions, and she knew it. She just didn't want to admit it. A sigh escaped from between her lips as she made her way into the kitchen.
Claudia went about her usual morning routine of putting on a pot of coffee and pouring herself a glass of water. She also started making breakfast even though it was only six in the morning. Eggs, bacon, pancakes, sausage--she was making it all. She did not know what her bed companion would like to eat, so she wanted to offer him a large variety. Once all of the food was done, she made a plate with all of the food. She also poured a cup of coffee, leaving room for cream and sugar if he wanted it, and a glass of orange juice. She placed it all carefully on a tray and worked her way down the hall and into the room.
When she entered the room, Claudia paused in the doorway. She watched him momentarily before approaching the bed and setting the tray down on the bedside table. She lowered herself onto the edge of the bed and looked at him. How was she supposed to do this? She hesitant but lifted her left hand and began running her fingers through his hair. She had taken off her finger the night before and set it in her jewelry box. It made the night easier, which was one of the reasons why she had done so well in letting go, if only for an hour or two. She leaned over so her mouth was only an inch or so away from his ear.
"Wake up, sleepy head," she told him. It was early and he likely would have liked to sleep for a little while longer, but she had made him breakfast and something to drink. Besides, they needed to talk before her daughters woke up. Grace wouldn't have been too big of a problem, but Kennedy would know and understand everything she was saying--and she wasn't sure she wanted her to know all of that just yet. "Get up, Si," she whispered, continuing to run his fingers through her hair. She shifted her place on the bed. "Wake up."
She wore a gentle smile on her face. Even though she looked her age, there was still a simple brilliance and beauty about her. She was not wearing any makeup and had not brushed her hair since she got ready for the masquerade at the school. She shifted her place on the bed and sat on her knees. The robe parted and showed the better part of her thighs. "Hey," she said when she saw that he was awake and had opened his eyes. She wore a half-smile. "Did you sleep okay?"
The moonlight cast a shadow across the side of his face. He was facing her. There was a contented look on his face. She remembered the intimate details of that night. The taste of his lips. The warmth of his breath. The smell of his skin. The way he said her name. The way he looked at her and caressed her skin. She shifted to make herself more comfortable. She would have stayed there and watched him sleep were it not for the fact that she did not want him to wake up and see her watching him. So she slipped out of bed and over to the door that led into the bathroom. She pulled her robe over her body and tied it. She had never worn this robe with nothing underneath. It was a weird feeling, having the silk touch her bare skin. She failed to notice that the material was thin and somewhat translucent. She looked around the room. Her dress and shoes had been abandoned on the floor, as had his. She ignored it even though it bothered her. She glanced in his direction once more before leaving the room, closing the door behind her.
The woman made her way down the hall and poked her head into each of her daughters' rooms. They were both sleeping soundly. She wondered what her children would think about the man lying in the master bedroom. Kennedy would likely not say anything, reserving her judgment for someone else who would listen. Joshua would tell her that she was doing something right, and that it was good for her. And Anthony... he would tell her that she needed to stop having a midlife crisis and move on with her life. There would be mixed opinions, and she knew it. She just didn't want to admit it. A sigh escaped from between her lips as she made her way into the kitchen.
Claudia went about her usual morning routine of putting on a pot of coffee and pouring herself a glass of water. She also started making breakfast even though it was only six in the morning. Eggs, bacon, pancakes, sausage--she was making it all. She did not know what her bed companion would like to eat, so she wanted to offer him a large variety. Once all of the food was done, she made a plate with all of the food. She also poured a cup of coffee, leaving room for cream and sugar if he wanted it, and a glass of orange juice. She placed it all carefully on a tray and worked her way down the hall and into the room.
When she entered the room, Claudia paused in the doorway. She watched him momentarily before approaching the bed and setting the tray down on the bedside table. She lowered herself onto the edge of the bed and looked at him. How was she supposed to do this? She hesitant but lifted her left hand and began running her fingers through his hair. She had taken off her finger the night before and set it in her jewelry box. It made the night easier, which was one of the reasons why she had done so well in letting go, if only for an hour or two. She leaned over so her mouth was only an inch or so away from his ear.
"Wake up, sleepy head," she told him. It was early and he likely would have liked to sleep for a little while longer, but she had made him breakfast and something to drink. Besides, they needed to talk before her daughters woke up. Grace wouldn't have been too big of a problem, but Kennedy would know and understand everything she was saying--and she wasn't sure she wanted her to know all of that just yet. "Get up, Si," she whispered, continuing to run his fingers through her hair. She shifted her place on the bed. "Wake up."
She wore a gentle smile on her face. Even though she looked her age, there was still a simple brilliance and beauty about her. She was not wearing any makeup and had not brushed her hair since she got ready for the masquerade at the school. She shifted her place on the bed and sat on her knees. The robe parted and showed the better part of her thighs. "Hey," she said when she saw that he was awake and had opened his eyes. She wore a half-smile. "Did you sleep okay?"