By Eveh
The sun had not yet risen, but that didn't matter. Light didn't need to break through the darkness for the two individuals covering each other on the bed to see each other. The darkness may have hindered their sight but their other senses had not been dulled. Their hands caressed each other's skin. They took in each other's scent and tasted each other's mouth all the while their soft moans filling the other's ears.
It was a perfect moment that could not have been ruined by anything. No one knew where they were so there would be no intrusion. They had given specific orders to the hotel staff that they were not to be bothered under any circumstance, even if the circumstance was dire. It didn't matter if the entire building was in danger of being burnt to the ground or if the Great God of the Heavens came and rained down His personal wrath on their specific location; they would not be disturbed.
This meeting wasn't supposed to happen. This would have to be the last time.
When the sun did rise they would be forced to separate. They would go to their separate lives and pretend like none of this had ever happened. They would forget the soft touches and lingering caresses. They would forget the taste of each other. They would forget the sound the other made at the height of ecstasy. They would be forced to forget it all.
When they sat in their offices at work they would have to stop from thinking about the feel of the other's skin. When they sat in their separate homes they would have to stop from thinking about the scent of the other on their own flesh. They would have to stop thinking about how good if felt to have the other's mouth nipping and loving every single part of their body leaving no part untouched or unloved.
Yes. They would stop thinking about each other at all. They had done it before on another such occasion and would be able to do it again. True, parting last time had been difficult but they had survived the parting. They could survive it again.
A single ray of light broke through the darkness of the room. It was acknowledged only by a deep moan that came from one of the figures on the bed.
A second ray of light intruded into the darkness and was greeted the same as the first. Eventually the entire room was basked in the soft glow of the early sunlight and the darkness had completely faded away.
Each of the figures lay on the bed. Their energy spent and their breath coming in soft gasps, they could easily see the other now and took the chance to look deep into each other's eyes.
"You know it's time to go," Morgan, the blue eyed woman said softly.
"The daylight came too soon," Tamera answered as she reached out and moved a dark strand of hair out of Morgan's face.
"It always does."
"Would it be wrong if I told you that I loved you?" The green eyed woman asked not sure the reaction she would get from her taller companion.
"Would it be wrong if I told you that I love you too?" Morgan smiled and reached out to grasp the other woman's waist and pull her closer to her still overheated body.
"This can't happen again, right? Just like last time?" Tamera looked down to the ruffled sheet of the bed. She could no longer hold the gaze of her beautiful companion.
"You're my brother's wife." The response wasn't so much a statement as it was a soft plea.
"I don't think it was supposed to happen this way," Tamera moved away from Morgan, sat up and swung her legs over the edge of the bed.
Morgan followed the blonde's actions and turned away from her one-time lover. "Does it really matter how it's supposed to happen? This is how it happened. He got you before I did."
"I'd leave him for you, you know."
This wasn't the first time the blonde had offered this and she was sure it wouldn't be the last either.
"I don't think I could do that to him. You know how close we are?were. I couldn't hurt him like that."
"But you can hurt me?"
Morgan would have turned around to look into the blonde's eyes if she didn't know that she would only turn to face her lover's back.
"I don't want to hurt anyone."
"You know your weakness is me. Just like my weakness is you. This won't be the last time." This was a simple statement of fact.
Morgan nodded but knew Tamera couldn't see her. "We can try to make it the last though, can't we?"
"It's hard to really try at something that you only want to fail at." Tamera got up off the bed and gathered her clothes that were strewn across the floor.
Morgan continued to sit on the bed and looked straight ahead. She knew she couldn't handle seeing Tamera gathering her clothes preparing to leave her once again.
Once she had all her clothes, Tamera went to he hotel room's bathroom and turned on the water to the shower. She'd have to wash off the scent of Morgan on her skin if she was going to return to her husband. She made sure to close and lock the door behind her. There was no reason for Morgan to be joining her in this ritual of hers.
Morgan heard the click of the lock on bathroom door and couldn't help but flinch. This wasn't the way she wanted their night to end, but this was the only way it could end. She got up off the bed and walked around the room gathering her own clothes. There was no reason for her to bother with a shower immediately so she just got dressed.
She looked at herself in the mirror but quickly turned her eyes away. She felt a great shame and a great guilt. There was no way she could possibly look at herself in the mirror and feel anything else.
The water in the bathroom shut off and Morgan hurried to find a pen and paper. She wrote out a quick note to Tamera then rushed out the door. She wasn't sure that if she faced Tamera again that she would have the strength to walk out the door.
Tamera heard the hotel room's door close and was actually surprised that Morgan had stayed this long. She hurried to dry herself off and get dressed then walked back out into the room. She looked around until she spotted the note she knew Morgan would have left her.
You're my greatest weakness and I am yours.
Until Next Time,
Morgan
Tamera read the note a few more times then threw it away. As much as she would have loved to take it with her she could leave no evidence of what had gone on with Morgan. She gathered the last of her things then followed Morgan's steps out of the hotel room all the while cursing the sun.
The End
Continued in Infrequent Liaisons.