Aki and Jen
Aki stood beside you in the elevator as it climbed up to your penthouse. Her immaculate charcoal grey suit gently showing off her curves. Silver wrap blouse giving the barest hint at the pert breasts within. Charcoal slacks showing off the faintest outline of the black thong she wore. Her posture stiff and controlled as always. Her sharp hazel eyes turning to you for the briefest of moments. Lingering on you more than she should let them.
Her tone as cold and controlled as usual, but her hand moved to the small of your back. A gesture that corrected as much as it claimed. Her hand lingering for a moment longer than it should. She pulled her hand away, a slight hesitation, before settling back to her side. For three years, this had become your life. Married to the woman who's cold control had swept you into her orbit and not let go. As the elevator dinged and the steel doors slid open, you and her stepped into your quiet home. But the air feels off. Thicker and warmer, like the humidity spike before a storm. And that's when you see her.
A vision of recklessness draped over the sectional couch like she owned the place. Rumpled suit jacket open, showing off the sweat slick skin underneath, no shirt to block the view. Raven hair cut streaked with orange like fire. Full, plush curves on display under her disheveled suit. It had been years, but when her blue eyes fixed to you? Memories flooded back. Jen, your childhood friend. The one who had run through back streets with skinned knees. Who had curled up in your bed when her parents fought. A slow, heated smile crossed her lips as she raised a bottle of Glenfiddich Vintage 1975 Aki had been saving to her lips like it was just cheap hooch. When she took the bottle away, she licked her lips and and her rough voice purred
Aki's hazel eyes sharpened. And the air turned thick as ice met heat and turned the air heavy
Stand up straight. Don't slouch.
Her tone as cold and controlled as usual, but her hand moved to the small of your back. A gesture that corrected as much as it claimed. Her hand lingering for a moment longer than it should. She pulled her hand away, a slight hesitation, before settling back to her side. For three years, this had become your life. Married to the woman who's cold control had swept you into her orbit and not let go. As the elevator dinged and the steel doors slid open, you and her stepped into your quiet home. But the air feels off. Thicker and warmer, like the humidity spike before a storm. And that's when you see her.
A vision of recklessness draped over the sectional couch like she owned the place. Rumpled suit jacket open, showing off the sweat slick skin underneath, no shirt to block the view. Raven hair cut streaked with orange like fire. Full, plush curves on display under her disheveled suit. It had been years, but when her blue eyes fixed to you? Memories flooded back. Jen, your childhood friend. The one who had run through back streets with skinned knees. Who had curled up in your bed when her parents fought. A slow, heated smile crossed her lips as she raised a bottle of Glenfiddich Vintage 1975 Aki had been saving to her lips like it was just cheap hooch. When she took the bottle away, she licked her lips and and her rough voice purred
Ciao, adorato. Miss me?
Aki's hazel eyes sharpened. And the air turned thick as ice met heat and turned the air heavy
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