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I slept in on Saturday morning for the first time since I don’t remember when. I rolled over in bed about 6.50 to the sound of heavy rain on the roof. It had been predicted that we would see a great deal of rain this weekend, and I was just glad that the forecasters had it correct. I simply allowed myself to fall under its hypnosis. Employing my bedclothes as a shield and my eyelids as its umbo, I saw the portcullis to the Sandman’s Castle in the Land of Nod rising.

I will not tell you of the subject of my dream, aside from that it (symbolically) concerned a worry that has sporadically surfaced. I finally woke about 10.30, to the sound of my trilling telephone and the most beautiful voice in the world on the other end.

“Morning, babe. How’d you sleep?”

“Well.” A smile cracked my lips as I squirmed/stretched in bed and I heard a door close on the other end. “Do you need me to come in to work?”

Her reply was coy. “No. Not at work. No. I just – I just wanted to hear your voice. I haven’t seen you, and I – ”

She cut herself off. We both knew what she was about to say, and the next two words are … a little charged. Ignoring what she might have said, I continued the conversation without skipping a beat. The slightest note of incredulity slipped into my voice.

“Wasn’t it enough that I saw you on Monday?”

“That’s not what I meant, and you know it. I struggled to keep my hands off you last night.”

I’d noticed. And she paid for it. We both know how to push each other’s buttons, and I went for each of them in turn through the night. It was the first shift we’d worked in the bar together for ages, and things were quiet for a Friday night (courtesy of the rain only the ‘furniture’ regulars showed up). It’s one thing for patrons to chat, drink, then leave together and spend the night, but it’s different when it’s two bar staff. You gotta be careful.

Incredulity gave way to mordant sympathy “Aww, poor Rachel! You don’t knock off until midday!”

Shit, I hope she realises I was only being playful! The silence that crept into that moment was uncomfortable. I thought she was going to hang up in disgust, but she didn’t. Instead, she turned the tables on me.

“I’m wearing the pink and black set you bought me last year…”

The words lingered. After three weeks of waking in an otherwise empty bed, she knew that was all it would take to ensnare me.

“I can be there in five minutes.”

She’d hung up before I had the chance to say anything.

Almost instantly, Rachel’s saccharine lips were pressed against mine. Her right hand went wandering immediately. Divesting most of her clothes, she slid in beside me. Our legs now entwined, I could feel her eyes watching me as she curled around me: her head resting on my shoulder. Her hand smoothed across my chest as my right hand moved around her hip and tucked in. My fingers advanced over supple skin.
With a sharp slap of my arm, her tone turned to one of admonishment, though it rippled with laughter. “Behave!”

She purred gently into my ear. I struggle to find the words to adequately describe that sound. The only simile I can think of is the sound of an Aston Martin accelerating: feathery and effortless.

“I just wanna lie here a moment.”

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