A Nighttime Visitor (AKA Lee's Silent Night)
A shadowy figure approaches slowly from the darkness of the curtain
window. Was it her? A bead of sweat threatens to trickle from one
eyebrow onto the silky white pillow. If I move to wipe it, she'll
know I'm awake. If it falls, will the sound of it hitting the bed
break the deadly silence?
I remain frozen, lying awkwardly on the side of the bed. My left eye
strains to read the clock on the cabinet. The red screen winks 3:02
at me. I quickly close my eyes again as the figure nears my bed.
I could have sworn she was due back in a week. I wanted to go with
her but he wouldn't let me. I played my usual game of anger and
frustration but I was defeated once again. I was certain it was one
more week. So who was this? My instincts tell me to reach for my
weapon, but I cannot move, as if some unknown force is rendering me
immobile.
I wait with baited breath as I feel her presence at my bed. The back
of a hand touches my forehead gently, brushing an errant strand of
hair to its side. It tickles me, but still I lay glued to my
position. The hand continues downward across my cheek. I
inadvertently let out a small moan from the bottom of my throat.
`Shhh' I hear, whispering in response at my guttural sound.
I begin to open my eyes, straining to look up at this stranger.
Immediately, the hand moves upwards across my face as a blindfold,
lest I see her identity. I'm annoyed at the indignity of it, but
I'm also intrigued at her next move.
My forehead creases in its own questioning mind. Again, a small
silencing shush escapes her lips as she feels the uneven movement
beneath her palm, her monosyllabic tones disguising the voice.
The second hand suddenly touches the base of my neck. I feel the
goose bumps attack my lower arms as I hold my next breath. Three
fingernails trail down the centre of my chest, slowly, methodically.
As they come to a stop just above my stomach, I exhale, allowing my
skin to decrease the pressure under her touch. She slowly glides her
thumbnail back up my chest, and I realise my arousal has gotten the
better of my tiredness.
I raise my arm swiftly to grab the offending hand, but she's too
quick. She pulls away easily from my limp grasp and rushes across the
room to the door. It opens and shuts before I have time to turn my
head in time to recognise my nighttime visitor.
Still reeling from my uncertainty, I gradually surrender to the
lateness of the hour and fall back into my interrupted slumber.
The morning duly approaches and the light shines through the cracks
of the curtain. My head pounds in wonderment from images of the night
and I wonder if my dreams of her are disrupting my reality. I walk
into the bathroom and splash a much-needed handful of cold water onto
my face. I towel off the offending liquid and ready myself for the
day.
As I walk downstairs, I glance around the living room wary of
intruders. Was it an intruder? Was it her? Was it my mind playing
their games?
The remnants of a hearty breakfast remain on the table in front of
me. I take the jug of coffee and pour it into my mug. A noise breaks
the silence from the adjoining kitchen.
"Morning Lee" She greets me happily. "Help yourself to
coffee"
"Already have, thanks" I answer. I decide to take the plunge.
"So, er," I hesitate, feeling somewhat foolish that I can predict the
answer. "Is Amanda back yet?"
"No, Lee. She's due back next week, remember."
"Oh yeah, right." I knew that. Why did I ask?
"Why, is there a problem?"
"No, er, no problem. Just got my dates mixed up."
I glance up towards the kitchen. My eyes open wider as I notice three
fingers grasp the edge of the white wooden doorframe and as if in
slow motion, a head of blonde hair searches blindly towards my stare
and gradually rises to show a face.
"er.." I stutter again, my brain ignoring my pleas for calm.
"Morning Dotty, care to join me for coffee?"
"Of course, Lee." She makes her way steadily towards the
table and pulls out the chair to make herself room to sit. As she shuffles
herself into a comfortable position, her hand suddenly moves from the
flat of the tabletop and towards my chest. My senses, already
heightened in trepidation, shudder as her fingers brush the tip of my
silk tie and I feel moisture threatening to increase below my
hairline and across my back.
"Oops, I forgot the cream, Lee. Won't be a sec."
She leaves the table for the kitchen as I plan my next move.
I rise quickly from my seat, gulp down the bitter black coffee in one
go and run for the front door grabbing my car keys on the way out.
I think I'll stay at my apartment tonight.
Story Notes:
Disclaimer: Scarecrow and Mrs. King is the property of Warner Brothers and Shoot The Moon Productions. They provide the characters. The rest is mine. This story is for entertainment purposes only.
Notes: This is totally and utterly AU. It won't happen –I
know it already.
Notes: This is totally and utterly AU. It won't happen –I
know it already.