Journeys End With Lovers Meeting
by Amy L. Hull
Boxes toppled and glass shattered as Geoffrey fell, then insistent fingers in his shirt were undoing buttons and tugging at pants.
Later, leaning together against the upright mattress, he pointed vaguely over her shoulder at the disarray.
"You know, we were done packing," he said, chin resting on her head. "And I think that lampshade is done for."
"Well, one less thing to move." Ellen sniffed. "This is the last time we'll make love in this house."
"Well, I'm sure the dustbunnies will follow us." He brushed one out of her hair.
"I'll miss it."