Tea & Biscuits

As she lay in the water, her brain began to fuzzily piece together the conversation from the night before.
She couldn't understand her need to tell Alan what had happened to her in such detail. She certainly hadn't felt the need before and they had spoken so many times since the incident. But she trusted him and it felt right.

She was glad but scared. How would this change things and what about the other stuff, the feelings she had refused to acknowledge last night? Beth wasn't stupid. She knew Alan was a good looking man, attractive to a lot of people, and she knew she was falling in love with him. She just didn't know what to do next or even if she could take the next step.

Beth walked back into the lounge after her bath feeling a bit more human, wrapped in a fluffy white towel and a smaller one around her wet hair. Alan had lit the fire and on the table were two steaming mugs of tea and a plate of bacon sandwiches.
Alan was on his knees next to the TV in the corner of the room, pulling out a stack of DVDs from the adjacent shelf. He turned as she walked into the room and quickly looked away. He felt his dick moving in response to the sight of her, his heart beating faster. Mentally he forced himself to concentrate on the task in hand. There was no point going off into a fantasy about making love to her in front of the fire right now.

Standing he took the pile of DVDs and placed them next to Beth's tea on the table.

'Hangover cure...choose one... I'll be back in a moment, give you time to get dressed....' and he walked quickly out of the room.

Beth smiled to herself, recognising his chivalry but also the effect she had on him. After everything she had told him, he still found her attractive and for the first time in two barren years, Beth felt desirable. A long-forgotten stirring was warming her crotch and she closed her eyes, imagining what it would be like to make love to him and to her delight, the prospect wasn't as scary as she thought it would be.

'Are you done yet woman?' Alan called from the hallway 'I'm parched here and my tea is in there, with you!'

'OK Ok...keep your fucking hair on!' Beth blushed to herself, she hadn't realised he was standing out there the whole time.

Beth found her bag and pulled on her jeans from the day before and her grey T-shirt. Stuffing the clothes she had worn for the presentation back into her bag, she jumped onto the couch, threw the blanket over her legs and lifted the pile of DVDs, sifting through them.

'OK I'm decent...' she called and Alan appeared immediately and lifted his tea, making slurping noises and looking at her, his eyes wide.

'Ha bloody Ha...here... this one....' she handed him a DVD.

'Aha.... Audrey Hepburn...good choice.' He went over and put the DVD into the machine, turning on the TV.

They sat together in companionable quiet, drinking their tea and munching on the sandwiches, and watched the whole of 'Breakfast at Tiffany's'.

During the final scene, when George Peppard pulled Audrey Hepburn into a deep kiss, Beth and Alan caught each other's eye and smiled at each other.

'You normally cry at this bit...' Alan said softly.

'I don't feel like crying now' Beth looked at him, her lips parted slightly 'In fact....' she moved closer to him, her eyes on his mouth, never leaving his face 'I think I would like to try that ' she pointed at the TV screen 'myself'

Alan bent his head to hers and covered her lips with his mouth in a soft, gentle kiss. Wrapping his arms around her, he pulled her into him, savouring the taste of her mouth. She wrapped her arms around his waist and kissed him deeper, pushing her mouth against his as if it was her first real kiss.


OK, now we're getting somewhere.... sex on the way... please R/R. Thanks