Chapter 1: Opening Image
Dave opened the door to their apartment. The sweet smell of marijuana smoke greeted his nose and a pleasant tiredness sank into his muscles. Wasn’t it amazing how a couple of bong hits took the pressure of a long day off? He considered a night in front of the TV. Maybe something light, an episode of How I Met Your Mother.
The sound of movement grabbed his attention and he wandered into the kitchen. It was where he found Hannah, tall and graceful as a gazelle, blonde hair shimmering in the low light.
She was humming a tune and swaying rhythmically while slicing vegetables. The familiar sight of Hannah in their kitchen, carefree and playful, stirred him. How alive she could make him feel, despite the weight pulling at his chest.
"Hey, stranger," Hannah purred, sending him a knowing grin over her shoulder. "What's up?"
He shuffled towards her, the weight of what was on his mind heavier with each step. Fuck, he wasn't good at this. "I was thinking about calling it a night.
But you seemed to be in high spirits and I didn't want you to be alone." He mumbled, his throat dry.
Hannah turned to face him, putting down the knife with a clatter. The look in her eyes caught him off guard. It was fierce, defiant, alive. She strode towards him, closing the distance between them.
"Is that so?" she asked, her voice low and sensual. "Is that what I look like?
Alone?" Hannah murmured, her hand sliding up his shirt, leaving goosebumps in its wake. "I've been waiting for you, babe."
Her lips found his, and she kissed him with a hunger that made it hard for him to breathe. He kissed her back, his hands finding her hips, pulling her closer to him.
Hannah moaned into his mouth as he shifted his hips, pressing his erection against her. The realization of how much she wanted him, insecurity and all, sent a wave of desire rippling through his body.
He let out a groan before reaching behind her and pitting his hands on her ass, massaging it through the thin fabric of her jeans.
Hannah's hands fumbled with the buttons of his flannel shirt, finally peeling it off his shoulders. She trailed her fingers across his chest, settling on the waistband of his jeans before reaching inside and grasping his cock through his underwear.
“Goddamn, babe,” Dave groaned as she stroked him through the fabric and he bucked his hips into her touch.