What is it about this show that makes me unable to stop writing for it? As much as I should step away (I really, really should – not kidding in the least), I keep getting these pesky ideas that haunt me until I write them down. So, without further ado, another teaser…

1980

His arm was heavy but comforting across her as his slow alcohol tinged breaths warmed her cheek. He'd passed out after their lovemaking session and she suspected he'd be asleep for the next several hours at least. That was a very good thing.

She stared at the ceiling, watching the slow rotation of the fan and how it sliced through the shadows, making them flicker and shift. Her tears were silent but coated her face in abject misery. It was almost time to go but her emotions wouldn't allow her body to obey her brain's commands.

Having had ample time for her eyes to adjust to the dark, she turned her head to study his profile. He was on his stomach so most of his features had disappeared into the pillow but what she did see was lovely. Long blond bangs hung in a curtain but she could see his full lips parted in sleep. He was a beautiful man, barely more than a boy really. At nineteen, he was seven years her junior. From the very beginning she'd known that it wouldn't work. It had started out as light hearted and fun with no expectations but had changed before she'd even realized it. She'd never expected to fall so hard and so fast. He was just a teenager but his experiences had prematurely aged him and he'd developed a world weary attitude that contrasted with the boyish exterior. He was also brilliant. She'd never known anyone like him and she knew that he'd go far but in order for that to happen she'd have to let go. There was no way she could keep him. Maybe if the situation was different…no, it would still never work. She'd be the anchor that would pull him down and although he'd never voice it, she was certain he knew it too.

She ghosted her fingertips down his bare arm, watching at his muscles twitched even in sleep. His skin was so smooth, having very little hair on his lean body. Remembering the feeling of him against and then inside her made the tears fall a little faster.

It was time to cut the tie and go already.

With care, she began to wriggle out from under his arm. She paused for just a moment when one small breath caught but as he continued to sleep she took the opportunity to escape without further disturbing him.

The woman moved through the darkness recovering all pieces of her clothing, dressing swiftly. Her decision was made and there was no turning back as much as it hurt.

She spent several more moments watching the steady rise and fall of his torso before brushing the wetness off her cheeks with the heel of her hand. She knew he could never be hers but she would always have a part of him.

It was time. Her husband would be home shortly.

Interested? Should I continue?