“Christopher David, you get back here right this minute!” Amanda shouted down the empty corridor at the chubby toddler who took off at top speed the second she had set him down. His blond curls shook with delight as he squealed at his favorite game. Afraid of disturbing the residents and getting kicked out, she switched tactics. “Please come back to Mommy and we’ll go eat ice cream.”
Her two year old paused in his dash, the words grabbing his attention, and looked at her. “Yummy!”
She nodded. “That’s right! Yummy! Come to Mommy and we’ll get yummy ice cream. Right after we go see Auntie Maddie.” Assuming she wasn’t in jail for strangling her supposed best friend for putting her into this position.
To her relief, Christopher changed directions, charging back at full throttle.
She hurried, inserting her spare key into the double locks, hearing the telltale click just before he barreled into her legs, her son nearly toppling her in the process. She scooped him into her arms before he could escape again, and pushed open the door, the wood smooth under her fingertips.
The apartment was perfect picture – cold and immaculate – everything in its assigned place. She used her heel to kick the door closed behind her, her son wiggling to get lose, and set him down.
“Chris, go get your toys.”
He raced off to only area that didn’t fit with the rest of the décor, a corner tucked behind the couch with a tiny chair, books, and whatever toys Madison had bought since the last visit.
Amanda fled to the main bedroom, knowing she only had about ten minutes before the glass vases tempted Christopher away from the toys.
The moment she walked into Madison’s room she knew something was wrong.
The light was on, curtains drawn. The bed wasn’t made, sheets tangled and haphazard. A small black carry-on suitcase rested at the foot of it, but she knew Madison’s was red.
Then she heard it. Water running. In the bathroom.
Amanda grabbed the fireplace poker and wielded it like a club, trying to ignore the clichéd classic scary movie scene she now performed.
“I don’t have time for this,” she thought as she tiptoed to the closed door, her free hand outstretched to open it.
Steam hit her as the door cracked, the sound of the shower masking the tiny creak.
One glimpse of the silhouette behind the steamed door and her stomach gave a little twist.
She knew those arms and legs made powerful from years of gymnastics. She knew the curved butt which always made her want to pull off his jeans. Hell, even his damn feet were somehow sexy just walking barefoot around the apartment.
For a year he’d been untouchable, claimed by Madison.
This time she allowed the desire to fill her without the guilt, the urge to strip naked and wrap around him almost making her forget.
She needed a baby-sitter to end the two year, eight month dry spell.
She needed to be touched by something other than plump fingers coated in drooled blueberries and graham crackers.
The water shut off and she stood a few seconds too long, lost in her fantasy. The shower door opened and he stepped out. The first full view of what the steam had cloaked stole her breath.
Afraid to move or look at his face, Amanda froze, focusing on the droplets of water tracing the grooves of his abdomen.
She knew the second Danny saw her.
“Well this is fucking awkward. Madison didn’t tell me you’d be stopping by.”
Heat flooded her cheeks as she scrambled for words. Madison was supposed to call and break up with you!
Something tickled her legs and horror joined the flames as a chubby finger rose and pointed directly at Danny’s crotch.
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Let’s get all steamy up in here and write about sex.
But you know us. There’s a twist.
You can’t write about the act. I don’t want to read about any heaving bosoms or girded manhood (please tell me someone else giggled besides me).
There are so many other possibilities. And I hope you have fun finding them.
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I tried something a bit different. Did it work?
Several people voiced confusion and I realized I hadn’t posted the chapters highlighting why Amanda would be at Mav’s apartment because they weren’t to the writing prompts. So if you want clarification or enjoy Mav and John, GO HERE to read what you’ve missed.