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Sabrina could not help but grin when she saw Harry waiting for outside of her work building. They had not realized that they worked so close together. They met a lot at the neighborhood bar after work, but this time they were going to ride the train home together and then go to the bar.

On the subway, the train was so crowded, that their bodies were pressed together. The announcement came on about how a crowded subway was no excuse for an improper touch. But what if you wanted an improper touch, Sabrina thought as their bodies crushed together. She looked in Harry’s eyes, and they pressed closer together because more and more people came onto the train and they literally had no choice but to press closer and closer to each other. Then there was an announcement that there was a signal delay. Their bodies pressed together, and Sabrina could feel her nipples pressing against the lace cups of her bra and against Harry’s chest. She was not close enough to feel if he was excited about how close they were pressed together, but she kept moving closer to him and he wrapped his arm about her when the train unexpectedly charged forward without any warning. His hand lingered on her waist, and splayed over the top of one cheek through her coat. People filtered out of the train, but they did not move any further away from each other. They stood pressed together by the door, and people walked around them.

When they got to their stop, they still clung to one another and went to the bar. Bypassing the bar itself, they went to the bathroom still clinging to one another. Harry kissed her neck inside the violet scented room, as he released one hard nipple from its lace cup and Sabrina sighed deeply.

It had been a long train ride.

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nyc subway via wikipedia

Sabrina wandered into the bar on shaky high-heeled legs. Seeing the glass of Montepulciano by Harry’s hand, made her tremble all the more.

This time instead of trying to avoid each other they were purposely planning to meet at the bar that they had gone to, to avoid each other.

It was almost like making a date, even though they were so past that by now. They had done so much together already. But this was actually planning to see each other and—and whatever happened after that on a Friday night…

She sat beside him, and he placed his hand on her thigh which still had the remnant of a quiver. His hand on her thigh calmed her a bit surprisingly, and his kiss on her jaw made her feel different than his usual kisses.

She felt like his.

Sabrina had no idea where this relationship was headed. They did not talk about a future or love. But they were spending more and more time together, and something was happening more than what they had started as…

She placed her hand over his, and placed her head on his shoulder. He made more of a nook for her, and ran his fingers absently through her hair. Sabrina moved her head from his shoulder, and took a sip of her wine.

“Hey,” she said, breaking the silence between them.

“Hey,” he smiled, and his smile melted her.

Their conversation was soft. They were getting to know each other.

Trying to remember each other, asking questions. Making comments about things that they had mentioned before. Showing that they were listening to each other.

He listened to her while she talked about something mundane that had happened that day, and she was oddly aroused. Being the center of his attention was a turn on.

She sipped her wine slowly, and some dribbled down her chin. His finger was there to wipe it like a human napkin. He put his finger in his mouth after, and sucked slowly.

He aroused her almost unconscious, as he put the tip down for their glasses of wine and put his arm about her waist. Sabrina happily let Harry lead her.

This time to his apartment.

“I missed you.” he said simply.

“Me too.”

Even though they had woken up together that morning, it had felt like forever until she got to the bar and now. Now felt like something stolen.

On her back, he held her hands so she did not thrash so much while he went down on her. He searched for her, and found her and she could not stay still. She was pretty sure she was unconscious, or in some other state of mental disarray. His tongue soft and eager, thrust and circled her. She tasted blood because she bit down on her lip so hard. His might have made her lower body still, but she was wild above her waist as he kissed her hard between her legs.

She was unconscious for a moment, and then she came to and knew it was not the sensation but the emotion that was driving her.

She was falling in love with Harry.

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lovers via wikipedia

Sabrina pulled the stopper out of the wine bottle, and looked at Harry.

This was the first time that she—that they—had purposely arranged to see each other. He sat on her couch, while she moved around frantically in the kitchen. A combination of desire and anxiety that he was there fueled her movement.

She paused for a second to breathe, as she plated food. She had sliced the chicken even though she was afraid for a moment to use a knife because she was so wired. But she did successfully cut the chicken, and garnished it with lemon and garlic.

Harry walked into the kitchen, and looked down at her. They still did not talk a lot. He was like a stranger in ways, but he knew her basest desires and the raw her better than anyone. It was what brought them together, but tore them apart at the same time.

“What?” she questioned, searching his eyes and studying him like an animal about to pounce.

“This is all really lovely, seeing you so domesticated.” He chided.

Sabrina stuck out her tongue at him, and he touched it before she put it back in her mouth.

“Yeah, I am a traditional girl in some ways.”

He nodded, looking appreciatively at her curves, in the retro dress that she wore with an apron.

They looked at each other for a long time, each of them she was sure feeling angst because they knew what they wanted to do. They could not wait until dinner, they would not pass go and collect $200…

There was the cacophony of the plates clashing like cymbals, as they moved them to the side. Fragrant chicken wafted up to them, but it was not desired more than their bodies joined together was.

Not desired more than the perfect fullness of Harry filling her up, in the grooves of her body where she instinctively knew him first and now knew him almost better than she knew herself.

The prongs of a fork pricked her, but combined with the fullness of Harry inside her body it was a pleasure that made her want to burst.

And she did…

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white wine via wikipedia