There was a moment of silence when no one spoke, neither the blonde, who was calming the silent heaving of her chest, nor the caller on the other side. After a while, the latter was forced to initiate the conversation. The male voice that came in through the receiver was thick with a dark, ominous tone:
"Have you made your choice?"
"..."
The blonde looked at her reflection in the mirror, silent, thoughtful. Only the hand she clenched on the edge of the sink gave out her true emotional state.
The man on the other side didn't get angry from the lack of answer. Only, his tone sank lower, and his voice came again with a dangerous edge:
"It has been one month already. Either pay up, find a way to bring back what you failed to get the last time, or… face the consequences."
"I–"
"Groan~"
The blonde stopped before she could give her answer. She snapped her head to the outside of the bathroom, to the bed where the groan had come from. Her eyes widened slightly, her face brightened up, and for a moment, she forgot the reason why she had run to the bathroom to begin with.
With a quick breath, she threw an answer to the owner of the dark voice:
"I will get you what you want. Don't bother me until then."
Then…
*Beep*
She cut off the call, hurriedly wiped her mouth, and ran out of the bathroom to the woman who had finally woken up.
Not even the pain which had been bothering managed to take the relief and the joy out of her voice as she called out softly:
"Mom!"
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*Pa* *Pa* *Pa* *Pa* *Pa* *Pa*
"Huff– Huff– Huff– Huff–"
"Hanh~ Hanh~ Hanh~ Hanh~"
Two bodies colliding together in a marathon of pleasure, with the multicolored lights dotting the night view of the city shining over them through the window of the dim room. The primal dance was accompanied with a symphony that rose and fell to the rhythms of the movements of the two bodies, along with a resonant clapping sound that set the tone.
It was not lovemaking, even though it was deep exchange with no barrier in-between, and no hold barred. Instead, it was one person's pursuit of pleasure which only incidentally provoked an accumulation of pleasure in the other person brought along for the ride, and for the ultimate jump.
The clapping sound grew louder and more frantic with the acceleration of the waist movements of the dominant party in the communication kneeling behind the other on all fours, and holding her firm by the waist.
The ripples on the ass that was taking the impact grew like the waves of a sea losing its tranquility. The roughness shook the body the ass belonged to, making it produce more sweat that kept the long blonde, discolored hair from freeing itself and jumping off the steamy rosy skin.
The dangling breasts in front were made to swing with even wilder abandon until the violent pile-driver behind froze, and started jerking. The owner of the plowed wetland clenched her slender fingers over the sheets, and curled her toes. She arched her back, and vacuumed the invader that was irrigating the wet depths with jets upon jets until there was no more to squeeze.
The two bodies remained still for a while, riding over the high wave until it fell back, and only then did they move.
*Pa*
With a slap on the soft fleshy behind, the rider at the back disengaged, and let himself fall onto his back on the bed. The sweaty body that was still suppressing tremors coming up from below was pulled along, and it let itself rest on the exposed chest below to listen to the heartbeat underneath while regaining its breath.
A comfortable silence installed itself in the bedroom. When the heat that had risen with the calorie-burning activity fell back, the man patted the backside of the body resting on him and ordered:
"Go get me something to eat."
The discolored-haired woman took a moment to gather her energy, then stood up, naked, and left the room through the open door that spoke of the impatience at the beginning of the primal activity.
Only the man remained in the room, and he turned his head away after appreciating the private catwalk show. He exhaled, and stood up to get himself some water, before he went to the desk beside the window. He took the jacket on the chair before it, and stood straight, letting the lights from outside shine more clearly on his upper body, and half of his face.
What was visible was enough to identify Ron with his light brown hair. He faced the moon high in the sky, brought the jacket up to his nose, and with a smile, inhaled fiercely. A look of pure enjoyment appeared on his face, as he thought back to the owner of the jacket, to her blonde hair with soft tone and curl, and to the warm skin tone of the flat and sweaty stomach she had distracted him with during the race a few weeks ago.
His smile widened, shining with a barely hidden possessive desire, as he whispered:
"Sharon Kenner, I have returned the car for you, and I have learned your name, but you have forgotten your jacket. I'm impatient to give it back to you."
His eyes shone with a deep light, and an even deeper smile. Half of his face remained hidden in the shadows, twisting his smile which transitioned into a grin.
"Sharon~ Kenner~"
The name was repeated in a whisper that resounded in the dim, otherwise empty room, only for the sole ears present to hear.
"Hiss…"
Ron took another breath of the smell which had still yet to fade away.
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*Ding-dong*
"..."
*Ding-dong* *Ding-dong*
"..."
*Ding-dong* *Ding-dong* *Ding-dong*
With each ringing of the bell, Alex's frown deepened, and his mood worsened, as shown by his ever-darkening face.
And to make matters worse, the one bothering him just an hour to midnight went on to forsake the bell and bang the door with a fist.
*Bang* *Bang* *Bang* *Bang*
Alex frown deepened when he saw the image from the camera installed outside, and he swung the door wide open, before he winced.