Rachael Higgs

Fiction

02/19/08

Red is My Valentine

The scent of Abercrombie washed gently against her nose. Jenna snuggled closer, her cheek pressed against naked skin. She did not remember his name but that mattered little. What mattered was his presence. A smile kissed her mouth as her fingers tangled around in his dark hair. At least she had been able to find a little Valentine’s Day passion. Soon the alarm would wake him and send him scurrying out the door.

The dark bedroom was cool and peaceful; a quiet escape from the world. She lay beside him for a few more minutes before she forced herself up out of bed and into the bathroom. There was no need to turn on the main light; a nightlight provided enough illumination for her to gaze steadily at her reflection. She marveled at her smile that just wouldn’t disappear. The butterflies that had been in her stomach since she met the Abercrombie boy a few hours ago were still present.

In her mind’s eye she could see herself stepping through the doors, joining the throng of clubbers all there for the same reason she was; well, maybe not the exact same reason. She had been alone of course and on the lookout for easy prey. Abercrombie caught her eye almost immediately. He was tall, reasonably good looking, and most important, tipsy. The charms she exuded were readily received and now here they were; back in her apartment, neither one alone in the last few Valentine’s Day hours.

Jenna stuck her head around the corner to get a look at the time. It was nearly eleven. She glanced at the bathroom door and shut it halfway to get a look at the two robes hanging neatly from a peg on the back. Should she put the robe on or not? She decided against it. Jenna liked being naked and besides, she wanted Abercrombie to have a nice mental image to remember her by. She had no delusions that she would see him again after tonight.

Moving back into her bedroom, she bent over Abercrombie and slowly kissed his forehead. He smiled and mumbled something incoherently before falling back asleep. The butterflies intensified. It would be a crime to let the alarm wake him up but he looked so peaceful, so cute. She wanted to have him again, just one last time but she knew that wasn’t possible.

Downstairs the front door opened and closed. Jenna’s smile widened as Abercrombie breathed in sharply and rubbed his eyes. The sounds of the door woke him fully. “Jenna?” he mumbled, still rubbing his eyes.

“I’m here,” she cooed and kissed him again. There were footsteps on the stairs; they were soft and slow, being careful not to wake her up. She smiled again as Abercrombie said,

“I didn’t know you shared your apartment with a roommate.” Her smile grew. No, she had not told him that she shared the apartment. It simply hadn’t come up between picking him up and taking him home among other things. Jenna shrugged.

“You never asked. I didn’t think it was important.” The footsteps were advancing quickly, albeit quietly, towards the open bedroom door. Jenna stretched her naked body across the bed as if she were posing for Playboy. She watched Abercrombie’s face change from slight worry to full on panic. The person who filled the doorway to the bedroom was not a woman.

The man’s shoulders were so massive and muscular that the almost touched the frame. Jenna laughed when the man dropped a bouquet of red roses at the same time that Abercrombie shouted, “I thought you were single!”

“I am now,” she laughed again as if this was the funniest thing she had ever seen. Abercrombie shot out of the bed and dove for his clothes. Yep, Jenna thought. Alarm just on time. To Abercrombie, she blew a kiss as he sat huddled between the bed and the dresser, hugging his pile of clothing. To the man at the door she smiled and said, “Happy Valentine’s Day, baby.”