Life as an amputee.
That there was safe place for her to go.
"Thanks Mike." She said softly, "I love you." And she hung up.
"I love you too." Said Michael to the dead line and just stood there with the mobile in his hand trying to sort out how he felt. He had always hated Derek, he thought he will be ecstatic when they finally break up. But he had forgotten how painful breakups are. Even the most necessary ones. Oh Katie... He thought.
Then he remembered Claire on in the other room. He scrambled towards the door, almost scared of what he would find. He peeped into the room. And there she was, on his bed, covered up in his blanket. Snoring.
Oh well, he thought, at least I won't have to deal with the yelling tonight.
He walked back to the hall, lowered himself down on the couch and fell asleep.
When he woke up the next morning, Claire was standing in front of him, wearing his bathrobe. For a brief second he imagined what she was wearing underneath.
Decided that he was never going to wash this bathrobe ever.
And then he remembered last night.
"Claire, listen," he started. He braced himself and hoped that she won't throw anything at him. This was so unfair; he didn't even have time to prepare a proper fake excuse. But if she started yelling early, he thought, he wouldn't have to come up with an excuse at all.
But Claire put her hand on his mouth and said, "shhh... I am sorry I ruined your night by falling asleep. I'd had too much to drink." She giggled.
He almost fell out of the couch. He didn't dare believe his luck. This was too good to be true...
"But", she loosened the belt on her robe, "I am sober now and I am going to make it up to you for last night."
And she removed the robe and threw it across the robe.
His imagination of what she was wearing underneath the robe did not even come close to the reality. He couldn't have imagined the curve of her shoulders, her pale luminous skin, her small round breasts, her soft and velvet skin stretched across her stomach, the way her slim waist curved into her thighs, and--
He gulped and looked up at her face. She smiled at him seductively and took him by the hand and led him to the bedroom.
Michael felt a tremor of guilty pleasure go down his spine. He couldn't believe his incredible luck. He was on call for over an hour last night. He blew off this totally hot girl. And instead of being mad at him for it, she thinks it's her fault that she fell asleep. And now she wants to make up for it?? If it was a dream, he didn't want to know.
Once inside, instead of going to the bed, she pushed him up against the wall and pinned him there. She leaned close to him and whispered in his ear. "I have classes early this morning. So we won't be able to continue from where we left last night."
Michael's conscience pricked him slightly, but it was too easy to ignore it in the light of what was promising to turn out to be something incredible.
"But I have something in mind which won't take long." She finished against his ears.
And before he could say anything, she kissed him. It was a rough, demanding kiss. She pried his all-too-willing lips apart with hers. She pulled his tongue into her mouth expertly. Once inside her, she rolled her tongue around his and sucked it hungrily, pushing against his mouth, demanding.
He was hard within seconds. She was pinned up against him so close that she must have realized it too, for she slid one of her hands down on his body and tugged at his shorts. She broke the kiss, and whispered hoarsely, "Drop your shorts."
They were off in a second.
She took his hard on in her hand and curled her fingers around the shaft and moaned impressively. Pretend or real, it had the effect of his knees buckling from under him at the sound and she grinned up at him. "Well then," she said, "let's take care of you now."
He started to move towards the bed, but she held him where he was by pinning him against the wall with her naked body.
"We are not going miss