I crashed into bed only when I could no longer keep my eyes open. I thought I’d lie awake ruminating, but I must have tired myself out with it all, because I was suddenly aware of my phone trilling at me. It wouldn’t usually have woken me up, not much did, but the sound was the FaceTime alert, and it must have permeated my slumber as significant. I grabbed the phone off the bedside table and saw Jules’ name. Even in my mid-sleep fog, I knew it was important.
As her face appeared on my pillow and I tried to work out what she wanted to say, I aimed for casual, trying to make it seem as if the rest of my life didn’t depend on the next few minutes.
And it seemed as if I was going to have to drag it out of her.
‘Is there a reason you’ve called me at …’
I checked the time
‘… What The Fuck o’clock?’
Jules could be beyond frustrating sometimes, and now she was answering my questions with less than the bare minimum of information, and I couldn’t help feeling irritated.
‘Oh good, because I really wouldn’t want to just be lying here asking random questions. As long as there’s a fucking reason, that’s bloody fine.’
‘I already am.’
This floored me. What the fuck was that supposed to mean? My brain was wrapped in sleep and the previous day’s circular thinking, and I couldn’t work it out.
‘Already are what?’
‘Living with you.’
I couldn’t tell if this was a good thing or a bad thing, and was still wary about putting another foot wrong.
‘Meaning, I’ve been here all day, thinking, and I eventually realised that even apart from all my stuff being at your place, this isn’t my home any more. I feel more at home over there, with you. I already am living with you, just maybe neither of us realised it. Until today.’
Oh thank you all that is holy and good, she’s OK with it. Somehow, it’s been pulled back from the jaws of disaster, and I can breathe.
‘So you’re not going to dump me for having the temerity to suggest a slightly longer term relationship?’
Just checking. Always good to check and double check you’re not going to be dumped.
I felt myself untense, which unleashed a diatribe borne of relief.
‘Thank fuck for that. Oh Jules, I thought I’d fucking blown it. Shit, I’ve been thinking about you all day, wondering if I should call or text. I shouldn’t have just blurted it, it just kind of occurred to me, and next thing I knew I was saying it, and I should have been as fucking freaked as you, but like you said, it had already happened, and that’s not quite as fucking terrifying as planning it, in some weird way, so as soon as I saw your face I realised I’d fucked up, but I couldn’t unsay it, and then –’
‘Sorry, I’m just so fucking relieved.’
‘I get that.’
‘Are you OK, though? You’re not like ‘oh well all my stuff’s there I suppose I’m going to have to’, even though you don’t really want to, are you?’
‘Do you even know me at all? Does that sound like the sort of thing I’d say?’
‘Ha ha, no, I suppose not, I’m just having my own little insecure moment – well, I’ve been having them all day, I suppose. I knew you needed to go off and have a think, but not knowing what you were thinking was bloody awful. I kept going ‘she’ll be OK’ and then ‘no, she’ll dump you’ and then ‘you should call’ and then ‘don’t be a twat, that’s the last thing she wants’.’
‘Well now you know what I want. I want to live with you.’
‘Holy fuck, Jules, this is huge. Both of us, making some bloody enormous commitment. Fuucking hell.’
I widened my eyes at her as it sunk in. I’d never asked anyone to move in before. With Carrie, it was half an assumption on my part, and half a reluctant ‘oh well if I must, my house is being sold and I haven’t got a choice’ on her part, and so this really was the biggest thing I’d ever done – we’d ever done. Jules had never shared a home with anyone, at least not a romantic partner. It really was commitment city for us.
‘But we’re not, really, are we. It’s still like it was in the beginning, in a way, we’re still finding out how it works, seeing how it goes. I think I’m going to give the flat up, though.’
Ha ha, Jules, yeah, let’s just keep this little fantasy going a bit longer. No, of course, it’s no big deal, you move in here and give your flat up and change both of our lives, and it’s just business as usual really. And I went along with it, because that’s how I wanted it to be as well.
‘Whoa, blow my fucking mind why don’t you.’
‘Yes, well, it makes sense, but we’re going to have to sit down and do it all properly, splitting bills and everything.’
I put on a mock serious expression. This was just Jules being Jules, making sure she knew how things were going to be.
‘Yes, of course, how wise and sensible, it’s a good job we’re not hopeless romantics.’
‘It’s a bit late at night to talk about the specifics, maybe we can do it tomorrow, after work, when we get home.’
‘I like the sound of that – ‘when we get home’. You’re not putting up any bloody girly fairy lights or furry cushions or shit, though.’
Jules wasn’t the only one who could call the shots about how it was going to be. I saw her suppress a smile.
‘Maybe that could be a point of negotiation.’
‘Nope, not negotiable. If I’d thought you were the fairy light and cushion type of woman, I’d never have asked.’
This was partially true. I knew Jules’ tastes, they were similar to mine, and it was another reason I’d been able to speak without thinking yesterday morning.
‘Maybe I’ve hidden my penchant for twinkling illuminations and plush furnishings from you all this time.’
‘You’d better bloody not have, you’re in for a big disappointment if you think my – our – place is having a womanly makeover.’
I paused to grin.
‘Jules, come home. Now?’
We both smiled at those words.
‘No, it’s way too late. I don’t expect you want to sleep.’
‘Fuck no, I want to celebrate.’
I was completely awake, now, and I wanted my girl here at home, in our bed, party for two.
‘Well that’s all very well for you, with your cushy part time job where you can roll up any time of the morning, or indeed afternoon, but I need to be in early, and I need my sleep.’
‘This might be the last night I get to spend in my comfy bed.’
‘There’s not much of the night left. Wait, are you saying my bed’s not comfy?’
Although it was true that I slept better in Jules’ bed, even though we were hardly ever there. Not that I was going to admit it.
‘Not as comfy as mine.’
‘Bloody cheek. My bed’s the best.’
‘Well we’ll just have to agree to differ.’
‘Maybe … we won’t. How about, as a kind of ‘welcome Jules’ present, we buy a new bed? A bloody huge one with a telly that slides out of the end, and built in speakers, and a massaging mattress and –’
I was even willing to go shopping with her. I was a hopeless case.
‘Actually, a new bed that we’ve both chosen does sound like a good idea. I think we might have to compromise on some of the added extras.’
‘You’re not even here yet and you’re making me compromise. Might have to reassess … nah, you’re still fucking worth it. OK, here’s another compromise, just so you know I can. Come home, Jules, and sleep. I promise. I’ve got a hard-on the size of the Empire State Building, but I’ll ignore it for you, and let you snore away.’
It was the most magnanimous of gestures, as far as I was concerned. I might have to forego the party for two, but there would be plenty of other opportunities, and if it got her over here tonight, it would be worth it. I just wanted to hold her.
‘I do not snore.’
‘You bloody do snore. Mrs Bartlett from upstairs was down earlier complaining about it.’
‘If Mrs Bartlett from upstairs was complaining about noises from the bedroom, I doubt it was just me she would have been hearing.’
‘Well, there is that.’
‘So I can really just go to sleep?’
‘Yeah. Promise. Thinking about Anne Widdecombe as we speak.’
I may have fist-pumped in the manner of a small boy.
‘See you in a bit.’
I opened the door to the bedroom, then got back into bed, so that when Jules arrived I could watch her coming through the front door, coming home, for the first time.
I disconnected, grabbed my car keys and my bag and drove across the city to Matt’s – or rather our – apartment. It was very early in the morning, and it all felt a bit unreal. As I pulled up outside and stopped the car, I took several deep breaths, and then made my way inside. Matt was waiting in bed, the bedroom door open and soft light spilling out into the living room; the rest of the flat was in darkness. I shut the door and called out.
‘Hi honey I’m home.’
‘What bloody time of night do you call this? Your dinner’s in the dog.’
I reached the bedroom and leaned on the door frame looking at Matt as he lay in bed, hands behind his head.
‘We haven’t got a dog.’
‘Oh yeah. Jules, we should get a dog.’
‘But I’ve already given him a name. Frederick Ponsonby Smythe the Third.’
‘Poor Frederick will be heartbroken. He’s a cockapoo.’
‘No dogs. Also, while we’re at it, no cats, birds, rodents or anything else that needs feeding or shits indiscriminately. Except you, of course. You can stay.’
He pulled the duvet back and patted the sheet.
‘Come on then, first night in your new place, big moment. Excited?’
‘I’m managing to control myself.’
Although I admit my heart was beating a little faster than usual. I walked over to the bed and felt under the pillow for my t-shirt, then laughed softly to myself.
‘It’s all making sense. I keep my old tshit here, I’ve brought half my books over, I even found myself wondering where to put one of my pictures the other day. How did we not realise?’
‘Which picture? It had better not be a bloody kitten.’
I pulled off my clothes and put my sleeping shirt on, while Matt watched appreciatively, then I got in to bed. He put his arm round me and I tucked myself in close to him.
‘Starry Starry Night. Van Gogh.’
‘I bloody love that painting. He painted it from his room in the loony bin.’
‘I know. I know practically everything there is to know about it. I’ve had the print for years.’
‘Where were you going to put it?’
‘On the wall.’
‘Ha ha, yeah, good move, otherwise we’d be stepping on it and shit.’
‘In here? Above the chest of drawers.’
He looked over at the spot and considered.
‘Yeah. I think it’d look great. Bring it over, we’ll do it.’
‘Really. See, I’m not territorial or anything, this is totally our place, together. You weren’t thinking of moving anything or changing anything else in any way whatsoever though, were you?’
‘Weell, I thought we might have to paint the walls purple. It’s kind of a deal-breaker.’
‘Right then. Out you go, you’re no longer welcome. It’ll just be me and Frederick from now on.’
He pulled me into his arms and folded me up. I felt his erection nudging me.
‘Anne didn’t work her magic this time then?’
‘Ha ha, well, she did at the time, and then you showed up and shook your tits at me, and all Anne’s hard work went down the drain. It’s not a problem. You go to sleep. Look, putting the light out.’
And my intentions were honourable, but you know how it is, you’ve got a gorgeous woman lying next to you, old tshit and no fuking pants, and you’re too excited to sleep. And even though you’ve promised, and she’s tired, well, she’s fucking hot, and you’re trying to ignore your hard-on, but you just can’t help wondering if she’s as tired as she says she is. So I gave her a goodnight kiss, and I suppose it was a bit more than a peck on the cheek, seeing as it was a snog on the lips, and there was tongue action.
‘That’s not noticeably helping me get to sleep.’
‘Sorry. I’ll behave.’
I lay in his arms and waited. I didn’t have to wait long.
And I tried, I really did. I tried for at least a minute.
‘How sleepy are you?’
She did sound tired. And it had been a full on day for both of us. And she had to get up earlier than I did. I should just stop, be a gent, behave myself like I’d promised.
But it was so fucking hard, when I was … so fucking hard.
I waited some more.
‘You’re not asleep yet, then?’
‘Are you nearly?’
‘Well I might be, if I didn’t keep getting asked if I was asleep yet.’
I smiled to myself, knowing I was going to give in eventually. I waited a little bit longer.
No, she was right, I was being annoying, and I was also breaking my promise, which just wasn’t right on our first night of cohabitation. But she was so gorgeous, and I wanted her so much.
‘Oh for fuck’s sake.’
She pushed me onto my back and straddled me, and I got my way. I’m pretty sure she didn’t mind, really, if what happened after that was any kind of measure …
‘Welcome home, Jules.’
‘Can I get some sleep now?’
‘By all means.’
‘I think Mrs Bartlett might be glad of some sleep too.’
‘I aim to please.’
‘Goodnight Jules. Goodnight Mrs Bartlett.’
And there we were, a week later, all moved in and living together. To say things had happened quickly was a bit of an understatement; I certainly got to see Jules in decisive mode. She had given notice on her flat and negotiated a quick release from her tenancy by the end of the next day, and organised removals and storage for all her stuff. We took the day off to move her in on the Friday, naturally being banned by Jules from telling anyone at work what we were doing, so I had to fend Lexi off from curiosity killed the receptionist overload (‘So are you going away for the weekend together?’ ‘Yeah, kind of.’ ‘Kind of? How’s that?’ ‘Kind of a mystery tour.’ ‘What?’ ‘Tell you later.’). We didn’t tell anyone, actually, be they work, family, friends, anyone. I wanted to see how long it would take Beth’s spidey-sense to work it out, and liked having something of mine that wasn’t constantly being examined and picked apart by the rest of the family. It felt good having Jules all to myself, at least for a while, and I know she was more than happy with things that way.
Ever practical, the first thing Jules wanted to do was divvy up the bills, so while she was working things out I took a hammer to the bedroom wall and put up a hook for her Van Gogh print. It looked great there. It said ‘this is Jules’ bedroom too’, and I liked it a lot.
The next few days were a mad whirl of arrangements and organisation. I contacted my landlord to give notice on my flat, and he had a new tenant lined up twenty-four hours later. He agreed to waive my month’s rent if I could move out by the weekend, so Matt and I had to decide which items of my furniture we wanted to have at his place, and which ones I was going to, firstly, store and then eventually move up to Norfolk. I still hadn’t decided what to do with Nons’ house; renting it out was a possibility, but until I decided, I could keep my things there.
Matt and I took the day off on the Friday, hired a van, and spent the day shifting furniture and boxes from my flat to the storage place and his flat. We had decided not to tell anyone about me moving in, not to make a big deal about it. Matt warned me that if Beth found out – ‘or rather when she finds out, she always finds shit out’ – she would want to throw a party or at the very least have a big meal together ‘to welcome me to the family’, and we didn’t want that. We hoped we could just take it slowly and get used to it in our own time; Dec and Amy’s baby was due in a week or so, and that would deflect the focus from us – we hoped we might then be able to drop it into a conversation so no one noticed.
We sorted out practicalities like rent and food – Matt owned his apartment, so we agreed I would pay half his mortgage as rent, and we decided to stick to our current shopping arrangements. This meant that Matt would continue to shop online, and I would go out to choose my own food when I felt like it. We could always change things later. I brought my Starry Starry Night picture over as part of my van load, and Matt put up a picture hook for it. We lay in bed and looked at it on that Friday night.
‘You’re pretty handy with a hammer.’
‘I know. I have many hidden talents.’
‘You know what would look even better in here?’
Matt looked at me suspiciously.
‘A bright pink furry duvet. And some multi-coloured fairy lights kind of draped around the –’
Matt cut me off with a hefty kiss, which had the dual impact of shutting me up and leaving me breathless.
‘Or, maybe, I’ve seen these lovely cushions in a catalogue, they’d look –’
Another kiss stopped me from continuing, this time coupled with his hand travelling under my shirt and pinching my nipple fairly hard.
‘Are you liking my ideas then? How about, Margie was telling me about this wallpaper you can get that’s got tiny kittens all over it, it sounds so –’
He flipped me onto my back and pinned my wrists above my head with both hands, nudged my legs apart with his knee and laid his whole weight on top of me. It nearly suffocated me, but he didn’t stay like that for long.
Lifting his torso from mine, Matt bent his head down and sealed my mouth with his, biting and sucking at my lips and tongue fiercely. He started to thrust against me, not inside me yet, but rubbing hard along me, setting me on fire. He lifted his mouth from mine and raised an eyebrow when I didn’t speak, then briefly supported himself on one arm as he reached down to position himself to enter me. That achieved, he clamped his mouth over mine again and began to pound into me. I wrapped my legs around his back, wanting more, wanting him to thrust harder and faster, our tongues tangling with each other’s, my hands still pinned above my head, him in me and me around him, both grunting with exertion and groaning with pleasure, as we raced each other to our mutual detonation. I felt him stiffen, and clenched him tightly.
‘Oh fuck, Jules, fuck yeah, fuck, fuck, ahhh, oh fuuuck, unhh.’
I felt him shudder into me once, twice and then a final time, and then I felt my own fireworks start as he continued to move in me, using his fingers on my clitoris to pull all the tingling throbbing from all over my body to that one place in my centre, and then ignite it in a swirl of sensation and light that flooded through me and took me with it on a wave of delirium.
I lay for some time, unable to think, hardly able to catch my breath, arms flung wide, Matt lying half on top of me, panting, both of us slippery with sweat. Eventually, I could move and I wriggled out from under Matt, who rolled over and pulled me to him, kissing me tenderly.
‘Well, fuck me, I hope that’s taught you not to go all girly on me.’
‘Oh, was I offending your masculinity? Is that why you were so, so manly and domineering?’
‘There’s only so much girl shit I can take before my testosterone takes over. Let that be a warning to you.’
‘Or a lesson in how to get it rough if I want it.’
‘Fuck yeah, that too. But if you want it rough, you seriously only have to ask.’
‘Sometimes it’s more fun not to have to.’
‘Julia Marran, you are one deviously wicked woman.’
He wrapped me up in his arms and we drifted off to sleep together.
We settled into life together almost immediately. I had expected Jules to have a little wobble, maybe try to exert her independence in some way, but nothing really changed apart from waking up together every morning and going to bed together every night, and that was awesome, more than awesome.
Sleeping with Jules had always been great, but being in this new phase of us brought an intensity to the bedroom that I hadn’t anticipated. We still pretty much did our own thing at other times, going in, staying out, doing stuff together and apart, and at the end of the first week we knew it felt great, like things were really working, why hadn’t we done it before?
And things were great that first week. I really enjoyed living within walking distance of work, and surprised myself by feeling totally at ease calling Matt’s place home. We were easy with each other, too, not noticeably changing our routine – Matt went out to watch football in the pub, I read my book when Matt was there and when he wasn’t, we both cooked meals, and we went out to dinner once. I was feeling settled and happy.
It was a Saturday, Jules had been living with me for a week and a day, and she had gone shopping before I’d got up. There was a Raiders home game that day, and I was taking Cal, as I had started to do regularly since he first asked me a few months ago. I was sitting watching a football preview programme on TV when my phone rang with Dec’s ringtone.
‘Hey. Amy’s in labour.’
I felt a little thrill of anticipation. Despite all the scoffing Jules and I had done about the whole baby thing, it was still my best mate who was about to become a dad. It was a big moment.
‘Holy shit. Are you on your way to hospital then?’
‘No, I don’t think they’ll want us there yet. I’m not going to be playing today, though, Don’s let me pull out of the squad.’
‘Bugger. Oh well, I’m sure there’s someone as good if not better waiting in the wings.’
He sounded a bit worried – once you lost your place in the team, it could be hard to get it back, but babies tended not to care much about that when they decided to make their arrivals. Just ask Lau how convenient her labour was.
‘Don’t worry, mate, I hear Raiders are looking for ball boys. I’m sure you’ll find something to do.’
‘Piss off. Are you taking Cal?’
‘Yeah, heading off to pick him up in a bit. Hope it all goes well your end – let me know, yeah?’
‘Yeah, although if it’s a middle of the night job, we won’t be telling anyone until morning. Boss’s orders.’
By which I assumed he meant Amy and not Beth, although you couldn’t always tell.
‘OK mate, well good luck, keep me posted.’
The next Saturday, I called Evie in the morning and arranged to go and see her for lunch the next day. Matt and I were going to go bed shopping in the morning, but that left the afternoon free. He often went to Jay and Beth’s for Sunday lunch, whether he was invited or not, and I decided not to go with him mainly because baby speculation was reaching fever pitch but also because I didn’t want to run the risk of them all finding out about our new living arrangements.
Matt was taking Cal to watch the rugby that afternoon, and he never got up very early on a Saturday if he didn’t have to, so I took myself off into town to do some shopping. Matt hated shopping, made all his purchases on line, whether it was food, clothes, birthday presents or anything else, and there was no chance he was going to come with me, especially as he was going to be devoting a chunk of his Sunday morning to looking at beds.
I took my time in town, had lunch, and got back just before Matt had to set off to collect Cal. As I walked in the door, he was finishing a phone call.
As I spoke, the door opened and Jules came in, carrying several shopping bags. She kissed me on the forehead and dumped the bags on one end of the sofa before flopping down next to me.
Attention back on my phone, I heard Amy’s voice in the background, possibly an exclamation of pain.
‘OK, right there. Sorry, Matt. Needed. Catch you later.’
‘Yeah, love to Amy, see you soon mate. Bye.’
I looked at Jules as she raised an eyebrow at me in query.
‘Amy’s gone into labour.’
‘Oh. That’s early, isn’t it?’
‘Yeah, I think it is a bit. Dec’s had to pull out of the game today, Cal’ll be disappointed.’
‘Oh well, at least it will all be over with soon, everyone will know if it’s a boy or a girl, what the mysterious name is going to be, and all the constant conjecturing can stop.’
I looked hard at Matt, he seemed a bit off, but nothing I could put my finger on.
‘Are you alright?’
He seemed to rouse himself, gave me a big grin and stood up.
‘Yeah. I guess it’s just a pretty big day for the Scott family, even if the main protagonists aren’t Scotts. I think you might be disappointed if you think they’re all going to shut the fuck up now, though. Beth still talks constantly about Cal and Iz, isn’t that what mothers do?’
‘I wouldn’t know. My mother doesn’t talk constantly about me, I’m quite sure.’
I hadn’t even heard from my mother for over two months, and that was only a short text informing me that ‘Dubai far too hot. Off to Moscow.’
Matt looked at me sympathetically.
‘Well my mum’s stopped bragging about me and Jay now she’s got grandchildren. Maybe it’s an age thing.’
‘I’d better get going. Good shop? I see you needed many more items of clothing. Any pants?’
‘I did buy some underwear. Stop rifling, I’ll show you later.’
‘Promise. You won’t be disappointed.’
‘Not if you paid me. Wait and see.’
He pouted, but gave me a hug and kiss and left to fetch Cal.
I really did feel a bit weird about it, as if something momentous was happening. Well, I suppose it was, but it wasn’t happening to me, and I didn’t really care greatly for babies in general, much as I was excited for Dec and Amy in particular. In fact, I was a bit resentful that I was likely to see less of them, as always happened with new parents and exhaustion and shit. Piles of shit, actually. So I wasn’t quite sure what I was feeling, and it didn’t fit with what I should be feeling, what I thought I’d feel, so I basically just ignored it. Jules seemed to notice and asked if I was alright, but I grinned at her and told her everything was fine. Then I went to watch Raiders with Cal, and didn’t think any more about my bloody incomprehensible feelings.
When I dropped Cal back at Jay’s, Beth was predictably in full-blown anticipatory overdose. She asked three times if I’d heard from Dec, although she knew full well he’d call her first, or at the latest second, after Rose. And he had contacted her a while ago anyway, to say Amy had gone into the maternity unit, and things were going well, but not to expect anything for a while. It was almost as if Beth hadn’t had children of her own, and wanted it all to happen immediately.
‘Beth, calm down.’
We were standing in the kitchen, where I’d made her a camomile tea in an attempt to stop her having a stroke, which I thought might put a bit of a dampener on the day. Telling her twice before to calm down hadn’t had a noticeable effect, but I was enjoying being the one who was telling her what to do for a change. I hardly ever saw Beth flustered.
‘I am calm.’
‘You are so far from calm. You know they’ll be fine, right?’
‘I know, sweetheart. It’s just hard not knowing what’s going on. I did offer to go with them, but they said no.’
‘Ha ha, I’m not surprised, if this is what you’re like. Amy needs organised professionals, not family members going all hyper.’
‘I’ve worked on maternity wards.’
‘Yeah, a million years ago. It’s nothing personal.’
‘Oh I know that, really. I just can’t wait to meet him. Or her. I know they know if it’s a boy or a girl, I don’t know why they wouldn’t say.’
‘Beth, believe me when I tell you, from the bottom of my heart, that keeping a secret from you is so bloody hard, it’s worth seeing the look on your face just to keep going, in the face of all your probing.’
‘I don’t probe.’
‘You bloody do, you can’t help yourself. I’m just saying, sometimes we all like keeping things to ourselves that you don’t know about.’
Shit, if Beth had been on her game, she would have sniffed out Jules and I living together in a heartbeat after that. But it went right over her head in a haze of baby, and I decided to escape before I gave too much away. A quick game on the X-box with Cal, and I was off home to Jules. The thought of Jules waiting at home, our home, still made me smile.
I spent the afternoon trying on my new clothes and reading a book. I was really engrossed in the novel, and didn’t realise the time until I looked up and it was starting to get dark. I put some lights on, and was just starting to wonder where Matt was, and whether I needed to start some dinner, when I heard his key in the lock, and he walked in. He looked tired, but gave me a big crinkly smile, sat down next to me on the sofa and hugged me.
‘Hello. Good game?’
‘Yeah, really good. I think I’m starting to get the hang of it. You have loads of men, and they chuck the ball to each other and chase each other, and then one of them gets caught, and they all pile on top of him. I think they might be trying to squash him. And one of the ones in the pile gets the ball and runs really fast until one of the others catches him and then they all pile on top of him too. It’s great fun. There’s fighting and everything, but it’s all part of the game, so nobody really minds.’
‘Hmm, sounds delightful. Have you eaten?’
‘Yeah, had a pasty and chips with Cal at the stadium. Have you?’
‘How on earth do you stay so skinny? No, not yet, I was just thinking about it. Might just have a sandwich if you’re not having anything.’
‘I’ll do you something.’
‘Oh, no, there’s no need –’
‘Let me, Jules, I’d like to, I’ve deserted you all afternoon.’
‘Alright then, but I don’t feel deserted. I’ve had a nice quiet time, me and the apartment getting to know each other. We’ve had some thoughts about beds.’
‘Oh you’ve both been plotting, have you? Tell me while you eat. Pasta?’
He got up and walked over to the kitchen, getting out a pan and filling it with water.
‘Sorry I’m a bit late back, I stayed at Jay’s for a bit. Still no news from babyland, but I think Amy’s gone into hospital now.’
‘Excitement in overdrive?’
‘Yeah, kind of. For Beth and Jay it’s almost like being grandparents. Weird. I escaped, me and Cal played on the X-box. I let him win.’
‘Oh, you lost to Cal?’
‘No, I let him win.’
‘Oh. One day you really must explain the difference.’
‘Jules, you wouldn’t know one end of a controller from the other. Cal would beat the pants off you. And that’s my job.’
‘Ha ha. Shall I open a bottle of wine?’
‘If you want some. I’m going to have a beer or several. I’ve been very good all afternoon, avoided temptation because I was in charge of a minor and then I was driving. Now I’m letting my hair down – by all means join me with your namby-pamby wine.’
Although Matt’s bantering tone was light, I was sensing something slightly strange from him, the same slight weirdness I felt this morning. There was no point pushing it with him, he would withdraw and get defensive if I asked him what was wrong. He’d tell me soon enough if he didn’t sort it out, or at least I hoped he would. He busied himself making my dinner, and I put my head back in my book. It wasn’t long before the pasta was cooked and Matt brought it over with a glass of wine.
‘What, no table service?’
‘Didn’t seem much point just for you. Besides, I can sit beside you and do this.’
He bent down and kissed my neck, then nibbled my earlobe. It sent tingles of desire racing down to my core, but I concentrated on eating.
‘Mm, this is really good.’
‘I have to agree. Very tasty indeed.’
He licked my neck and gently kissed the curve of my jaw. He planted a few more tender kisses along my jaw until he reached the corner of my lips.
‘Hey, you should have made enough for two if you wanted some.’
‘I love it when you pretend you’re not interested.’
‘I am interested – in my dinner. You just made it for me, I’m eating it. And drinking my wine.’
I took a mouthful.
‘I’ve been thinking about you all afternoon, wondering about your new undies.’
‘Have you really? Not at all diverted by large men trying to squash each other then? I’m wearing them now.’
Matt pulled my top slightly to the side so he could see the lacy edge of my bra.
‘All looks bloody good so far. Peep-hole?’
‘No. What is it with you and holes in underwear? The whole point of underwear is to contain things, not to let them out.’
‘Ah, that’s my Jules, practical to the last.’
He bent down and kissed my breast where it disappeared into the lace of the bra. I felt a flicker of his tongue as he slid it behind the fabric. I ate another couple of mouthfuls, knowing that I wouldn’t get to finish my meal. Soon Matt would be driving me wild and my resistance would be over.
Sighing, I put the plate down on the floor.
He put a hand on my thigh and slid it up a little way, to the hem of my skirt.
With each answer, his hand crept further up my thigh, pulling the hem of the skirt with it. His fingers brushed the inside of my leg, until I was sure he would be able to feel my wetness.
I laughed. ‘No.’
His hand crept higher and then stopped, just about at the point where he thought he would be able to feel the edge of my pants.
‘No fuking pants?’
He looked a bit confused.
‘No. Keep going.’
He pushed his hand up further, until finally his fingers encountered what they were searching for and he started to explore the fabric.
‘Oh my … Jules … thong?’
‘Holy shitmenot. Were there no other pants available in the whole of the city? I thought thongs were for when there was no other pants option.’
‘I thought you might like them. They’re particularly uncomfortable, so maybe the quicker you have a look and get them off me, the better.’
‘You got them for me?’
I nodded again. He grinned.
‘I don’t deserve you.’
‘No, you don’t. You bugger off all afternoon leaving me to read my book in peace, and then you cook me dinner when you come home even though you’ve had yours, you bastard, and then you rip my clothes off and –’
‘I haven’t ripped your clothes off.’
‘Are you waiting for permission?’
Our last night together was pretty incredible. We were totally immersed in each other, responding to each other without needing to talk, seeming to know when to slow down, when to speed up, when to kiss tenderly, when to fuck hard, who should be on top, when to use fingers, when to use tongues, when to stop, when to start again. It was the early hours before we finally went to sleep, utterly exhausted and completely satisfied, Matt curled up against my back, holding me tightly against him.
When I got back, I made a quick bite of pasta for Jules, and then we got lost in exploring her new underwear, and all the fun that brought to the bedroom. For a full description of all the frolics, see her account. She tells it well. It was our last time, the last fucking amazing time we were together, before …