He asked her if she wanted to go out. She put the blanket over her head, she didn’t know why. She was just fooling she thought. ‘Why not?’ he said. He wanted to go. She took the blanket off her head again and looked at him, he was naked from the waist up. ‘Yes?’ he prompted. ‘I’m tired’ she said, and flopped on the bed, he was now searching for his top on the floor. ‘I don’t know’ she yawned, ‘you want to, right?’ There was a pause. ‘There it is’ he muttered, and picked up a black and white check shirt. He fingered the buttons a moment. ‘If you would rather stay in…’ he began. ‘It’s up to you’ she sighed. She didn’t want to go.
On the footboard at the end of the bed she had draped some of her clothes. He moved around the side of the bed and took her little black dress in his hands. She rolled over on her back and watched him upside down. He tossed it in her general direction. ‘Come on’ he replied, ‘we don’t have to stay until the end anyway’. ‘If you say so’ she whispered and then he climbed onto the bed and kissed her gently on the lips. She was still looking at him the wrong way up and smiled. ‘Come on’ he said once more. They held each others gaze, to her it felt right, and it felt safe.
Outside was cold and dark again. While he went into the kitchen with their half empty mugs of tea, she sat cross legged with a pillow on her lap. All she wanted to do was stay in and make love to him, nothing else. She wanted him to fuck her hard and then for her to go to sleep, her head on his chest, with a movie in the background. She could hear him running the kitchen sink. ‘We can wash the mugs up later’ she called to him. He didn’t answer.
When he came back into the bedroom he had his coat under his arm. ‘You’ve hardly moved’ he said. ‘I know’ she replied, and then pouting at him, ‘kiss me first’. He came and sat on the edge of the bed and put his coat down. He put his arm around her and pulled her towards him. They kissed for a long time, and rubbed noses. ‘They’ll be waiting’ he said after a while, ‘and wondering’. ‘OK’ she said and kissed him once more. He broke away and put his hand on her knee and squeezed, ‘sometimes…’ he sighed. ‘Sometimes, what?’ she replied softly. ‘Life’ he said, gazing blankly at the opposite wall, she was listening, he felt round the nape of his neck: ‘it’s difficult to know what to do, isn’t it?’
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