John sat at the bar, he came alone, he took a small sip from his whiskey, the beverage burned his throat. He had too much on his mind and wanted some quiet before talking to Marlena. All that has happened with her heavied his heart and he thought that maybe they would be able to talk tonight.
He kept looking at the entrance, watching Handsome man and beautiful woman go in but none of these women came even close to Marlena’s beauty. Marlena was a fine mixture between a goddess and a temptress.  A Couple of minutes has past when suddenly he spotted Roman going down the staircase, alone. He didn’t know what to think. With his drink in his hand, he walked towards him

“ Good evening Roman. Did you come alone? Where’s Marlena?” He couldn’t wait with his question, Impatience took the best of him.

“ Good evening John, Marlena needed a night off. She’s resting at home. I’m sorry, I don’t mean to be rude but I just saw Abe and I really need to talk to him. Enjoy the party” he offered him a polite smile and left. John sipped his drink, thinking of Marlena. He had to see her. Placing his whiskey glass on the nearest table, he has left the building.

 

He kept looking at her. She sat back on the soft bed, the book was still on the shelf, she didn’t take it back. She seemed deep in thoughts. Suddenly, Marlena stood up and took her rode, while wearing it she left the bedroom, he followed her with his eyes and saw that she’s heading downstairs. Apparently, there was a knock on the front door. His eyes got used to the dark and he recognized the tall man, it was John.

 

She was surprised to see him there, standing in the doorway, wearing his tux, he looked so good. Smiling he passed by her and walked inside the house, the smell of his cologne tingled her nose, she remembered this smell. She loved this smell.

“John” looking at him, crossing her hands together “ what are you doing here? Why aren’t you at the party?” She asked, although she knew the answer. Things weren’t finished between them and there were more words to say. She couldn’t have that conversation at the hospital or at the restaurant. She will have to deal with it now. He was there and he looked so fine. He got closer to her, giving her a small kiss on the cheek. The smell of alcohol was evident in his breath but he wasn’t drunk at all, he was at the party already, she guessed right.

“ I was there”

Bingo

“ I wanted to talk to you. I had to see you. I saw Roman arriving alone..I couldn’t bare the thought that you’re here by yourself after all that has happened today” He was worried about her and she could see it clearly in his eyes.

“I’m better John, I just wasn’t feeling like  socializing tonight..” she sat on the soft couch, tightening the knot of the silky robe “I see. Well, it’s completely understandable” he throw his hands to the sides of his body “you just take your time Doc… today was rough on you, I can tell”

When she lowered her gaze to the floor, he lifted her chin with his index finger, she was too quiet

“ what is wrong?”

“You..” muttering, Marlena lifted her eyes to look at him, his eyes were filled with compassion and warmth, all she needed right now was him, his embrace, his hands, his.. oh god his lips.. she couldn’t think when he was near her. She stood up, quickly, trying to think of what to say “ me?” John was confused.

“ you are just so great, so understandable.. and I have been treating you like, like I don’t even care.. I care.. I care so much” facing him now, she stood up, he followed. She paced at the living room, feeling nervous for speaking her minds out.

He didn’t move ,merely looked at her“ I know you do Marlena… I still love you”

She stops what she was doing. Stopped the pacing. Stopped thinking of what happened today. For a moment John was concerned that he has spoken something offensive.
He didn't even mean to say it aloud, not really. Marlena looks at him through eyes heavy with desire, and blushes slightly at his intense confession. Her eyes dark and serious on his. John was nervous; he's never seen this look exactly. Perhaps her face just looked different, or it must be the tiredness.

 

He’s watching them. He wished he could hear what their saying. For a mere secon,d they were out of his sight, than they reappeared at her bedroom. That took him by surprise.

He closed his eyes, breathing the night air in, it was crisp and cool. He was feeling somewhat tired and needed to keep awake, he reached his hand and turned on the old radio next to the window. There was something about this song

( “Mad about you”- by Hooverponic (with orchestra )) that suddenly made the puzzle in his head clear, especially after what he saw next.

 

She sat on her bed, he went to sit down beside her. He touched her, caressed her stomach, hip bone, thigh, through the thin fabric of the gown. She arched into it, washing herself in it, loving it.

 

She kissed him. Her eyes closed, her mouth slightly open, she kissed him.

They are overcome with desire. The sensation hits them like a thunderbolt. Warm, dizzy and sinful. He tasted her, she took a breath of him; not only lips, but skin and hair and perfume. John felt her body, too, taut and curved against his angles. Heard the slow sigh of her breath from her lungs. Pressed against him.
Then she broke away, and moved back a little,

She’s said something but he couldn’t tell what it is, he was too far.

One hand on her chest now, one on the knot, pulling it open, he pulled her left breast free of the gown. He leaned down, bringing his mouth to her nipple. When he straightened up, her nipple was erect, glistening.
 

His hand is on her thigh, pushing up her nightgown around her waist. Her breathing becomes audible.

She doesn't have time to react. Marlena is flushed, sweating. Dilated pupils. She’s horrified at what they’re doing on Roman’s and hers bed. It was once their bed too. Something about it felt oh so natural.

 

Wanting to speak John can't seem to use his tongue. It still tastes of Marlena's tongue. John's chest ached where her breasts were against it. His fingers felt branded where her leg was pressed.

He moved close to her and turns her into his arms, noticing how her eyes looked at the dim light of the bedroom. He held her face in his hands, framing it. She looked...hypnotized.
A lock of her hair blew into her mouth as he kissed her. It tangled against his tongue as he pushed it into her mouth. Feeling the softness of her lips on his. Feeling the warmth and wetness inside her mouth. Tasting it. She tasted like freedom would.

 

John kissed her again, pressing lips to her lips, to her cheeks, to her closed eyes. Breath stolen from his mouth by her mouth.

"John," she breathe.

"Marlena," he replied.

"Make love to me," she said. Reaching out to him.

"Are you sure?”
 

"Make love to me, John. Oh God, now..."

The last word she breathed into his face as she tips her neck forwards to kiss him. Tongue licking the sweat and hands fondling. His back, his buttocks, his chest. Not waiting, not stopping.

 

He’s watching them. He can’t believe his eyes.

He must be dreaming. She is so into it. Oh Marlena. He is fascinated by her, by every beautiful freckle, hair and breath. He pretended he is him, that those are his fingers and palms and lips, tracing the patterns and the parts of her.

 

John took a hold of her leg and felt it. Squeezed her thigh. Hard. She moaned and parted her legs so far he has to support her weight as he laid her down completely.

Inviting him to touch her intimately. Between her legs. Already with her hand between his.

John loved this woman and he wanted to touch her. He didn’t even care where they were.

She leaned back on her arms and let him disrobe her, now laying beside the silky nightgown on the bed, displaying herself without inhibition.