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Rachael came in with a cup of
tea and a piece of cake and plonked them beside Desdemona's whizzing
typewriter. "Here, love," she said, as weary as Desdemona.
Desdemona stopped typing. "Thanks." She stretched and rubbed her eyes. "How's it going ?" asked Rachael, folding her arms round her from behind the chair. "Alright," said Desdemona, laying her head in Rachael's arms and closing her eyes. "I've got one more chapter to finish, then that's the end." "How much have you got to do on it ?" "Not much really. It's practically as I want, I just want to tighten up the dialogue a bit. Apart from that it's a doddle." "You aren't going to finish it tonight are you ?" asked Rachael, and she kissed her on the nose. "I was going to, yes." "It's half eleven already." "I know, but if I can go to work tomorrow knowing that I've finished the book it'll take a whole weight off my mind." "You've worked on it all weekend ! Take a rest or you'll be knackered tomorrow." "I want to finish it, " said Desdemona, whining slightly. "I've had enough of it. I want rid." "Not tonight, Des, come on. You need some sleep." "It'll only be two or three hours, at the most." "Des. I've had a hard day as well, and I've just now got rid of the kids again. I need you for a bit, or I'll go mental." She tightened her grip. "Rachael, we'll go out the day after tomorrow and celebrate." "No ! I need you now !" She turned the typewriter off. Desdemona sighed at her inability to argue with her lover. Rachael gave her a no-shit wet kiss on the lips, then held her very tightly. "If you don't come to bed with me this minute I'm going to have to resort to dirty tricks." "Like what ?" Desdemona was intrigued. "First of all begging." "Oh yeah ? Well that hasn't worked so far, so what's next ?" "Bribery." "Bribery ?" asked Desdemona. "Yes, bribery. You can have my body, free of charge, for your own personal use, for as long as you like. I started with the cup of tea and the cake, but that's nothing compared to my body. Pretty please." Rachael licked Desdemona's ear. "The tea and cake haven't worked, and I'd prefer to approach sex in a more egalitarian way than that, so I don't just want to have your body. So, sorry, that hasn't worked either." "Des !" whined Rachael. "What's the next method ?" "Violence." "Oh really ?" "Yep." "We'll see about that ! For a start, I'm bigger, stronger, and fitter than you." "Yeah, but you're also tired." "And secondly, " continued Desdemona, "I am a principled socialist and totally disagree with violent relationships so I just wouldn't harassed into sex with you !" "Bastard ! How about blackmail ?" "Like what ?!" "I'll burn your book !" "You'll have to get past me first, baby !" "Okay. Fine. I'll just have to resort to bugging you until you give in." Rachael began playing with Desdemona's hair. "I can handle that !" said Desdemona, and returned to the typewriter. Rachael put her head on Desdemona's shoulder, then kissed her neck gently. "No problem, " said Desdemona, trying to look busy. Rachael put her nose in her ear, then licked her lobe slowly. Desdemona's teeth set on edge. Rachael's hands moved up and down Desdemona's sides in massage. Desdemona liked it but typed on. Rachael slipped her hands under the t-shirt and slowly teased her skin with soft, slow tickling. Desdemona stopped typing. Rachael breathed in her ear and stroked her breasts and made Desdemona put her head back, close her eyes and stop breathing. Her heart raced. "This isn't bugging this is seduction !" she complained. "I know that !" laughed Rachael, and continued. Desdemona felt her stomach tie itself in knots, and moaned, "This isn't fair !" "Give in ?" whispered Rachael close to her ear. "No !" she said, but didn't continue working. "Wanna bet ?" asked Rachael, and found her lips with her own. Desdemona didn't resist. "Bastard !" she said when Rachael liberated her again. Rachael turned the type writer off once more and put her hand on Desdemona's thigh. "Stop, " said Desdemona, her body totally racked and hungry. "Okay, " said Rachael, releasing Desdemona's taut body, "I've not been fair, I know. I'm sorry. I'll leave you to continue. Sorry. " She walked to the door. "Rachael !" said Desdemona. "Hang on !" She got up to follow. "No no no, " said Rachael, looking serious, "You get on with your work. I'll go to bed alone." Desdemona blocked her escape. "You bastard, " she said, and put her hands round her face, "You total bastard, " and kissed her, deeply, urgently. "Get your work done !" laughed Rachael. "No." Desdemona opened the door and led the way upstairs. As they were ripping each other's clothes off, one of the kids started crying. "I'll go, " said Rachael, and nearly cried herself. When she returned Desdemona was already in bed with her eyes closed. Rachael turned out the light and got in beside her. Bastard ! But at least she was there to cuddle up to. The contact was wonderful. "Give us a kiss then !" whispered Desdemona. "I thought you were asleep !" laughed Rachael. "Not yet honey...." |
© Scarlet Mo 4 June 1990
| Note: I spent a lot of time hunched over my typewriter as a teenager. And wishful thinking never hurt anybody, did it ?! |