"Hello, Sandra. I’m so glad to see you again! Come on in. Wait, what is wrong? You look uncomfortable… apprehensive maybe?"
"Claire. I won’t lie. I am a little nervous. It’s been a long time and we didn’t exactly part on the best of terms. But I still missed you sometimes. Most of the time, maybe. So, I suppose I’m just scared to do the wrong thing."
"Try to relax. It’s been almost five years now and much has changed."
"Yeah, but not forgotten. At least not by me. You have a new place. I love what you've done with it. Very warm and cozy with the mauve and peach colors."
"Thanks. It's not really that difficult to make a tiny Manhattan apartment look and feel cozy..."
"I like the couch, it's really soft and rich, the color and material."
"It's a French day bed. Useful for when someone sleeps over on a rare occasion. Dinner is almost ready. Can I get you some wine? Chardonnay still your favorite? I have a Sonoma Coast 2012; it scored almost perfectly on the wine connoisseurs’ ratings."
"That'll be great, thanks. You didn’t used to be much of a wine buff."
"I’m still not. You know I’m a whiskey kind of gal. I just thought you’d appreciate a fine bottle and I used Google to narrow the selection. Make yourself comfortable. I'll be back in minute. Put some music on if you like. The CDs are there, next to the music center."
***
"Here you are. I dusted off my smart long-stem glasses just for the occasion. Cheers! To Sandra and your new job in the city."
"I've chosen the new Weather Station album. I'm surprised. You've never cared much for folk music. Deflated and gutless, I think you called it once."
"The soft tones are now calming and weirdly provoking. I guess a lot changes in five years. For one, I get really nostalgic more often. Maybe it's homesickness but I long for the good old days when things seemed less complicated. The ‘D’ was a good place to be. Sullen and cruel sometimes but always full of promise and hope at the same time."
"Would you ever want to go back? As you say, everything is different now. You've been at Quantico for two years and now in New York for three. Can you ever get used to a slower pace again?"
"Maybe. Crime is about as abundant and serious here as there. There’ll always be a job for me in most places, I hope. So, what made you take the job here all the way from the Dallas PD after five years?"
"I needed a change and as you know, it was a promotion to senior CSI."
"By the way, I love your dress. That short strappy style always suited you. And the light blue brings out the color of your eyes. Sounds like a cliché I know, but it's true."
"And you're still wearing chinos. At least with a cotton top tonight instead of your usual golf or flannel shirt."
"I thought you'd like it..."
"I do. The creamy color makes you look softer."
"I can't afford to allow a soft appearance much in my work, which just about consumes my days."
"Tonight you can."
"I guess... more wine?"
"Please. Come here; give me a hug before you go."
"That feels good. Almost like old times. You’re still soft and cuddly. And unexpectedly dangerous."
"Ha-ha. Do you remember the day at Belle Isle?"
"Yeah, of course, how can I not? It was our first time."
"The sun had just set but the air was still humid and sweet with the aroma of spring blossoms. You were so relaxed but fired up at the same time. We were sitting on that park bench by the river with the most stunning view of the Detroit skyline. Not that you were much interested in anything like that! There were still people around but you decided you wanted me at that moment."
"Claire, as I remember, you were very happy to oblige."
"Of course. As usual, when you set your mind on something, you’re quite unstoppable, Sandra. I always think you ignited something in me that day that lingered like a drug whether I tried to ignore it or not.
"Claire. I won’t lie. I am a little nervous. It’s been a long time and we didn’t exactly part on the best of terms. But I still missed you sometimes. Most of the time, maybe. So, I suppose I’m just scared to do the wrong thing."
"Try to relax. It’s been almost five years now and much has changed."
"Yeah, but not forgotten. At least not by me. You have a new place. I love what you've done with it. Very warm and cozy with the mauve and peach colors."
"Thanks. It's not really that difficult to make a tiny Manhattan apartment look and feel cozy..."
"I like the couch, it's really soft and rich, the color and material."
"It's a French day bed. Useful for when someone sleeps over on a rare occasion. Dinner is almost ready. Can I get you some wine? Chardonnay still your favorite? I have a Sonoma Coast 2012; it scored almost perfectly on the wine connoisseurs’ ratings."
"That'll be great, thanks. You didn’t used to be much of a wine buff."
"I’m still not. You know I’m a whiskey kind of gal. I just thought you’d appreciate a fine bottle and I used Google to narrow the selection. Make yourself comfortable. I'll be back in minute. Put some music on if you like. The CDs are there, next to the music center."
***
"Here you are. I dusted off my smart long-stem glasses just for the occasion. Cheers! To Sandra and your new job in the city."
"I've chosen the new Weather Station album. I'm surprised. You've never cared much for folk music. Deflated and gutless, I think you called it once."
"The soft tones are now calming and weirdly provoking. I guess a lot changes in five years. For one, I get really nostalgic more often. Maybe it's homesickness but I long for the good old days when things seemed less complicated. The ‘D’ was a good place to be. Sullen and cruel sometimes but always full of promise and hope at the same time."
"Would you ever want to go back? As you say, everything is different now. You've been at Quantico for two years and now in New York for three. Can you ever get used to a slower pace again?"
"Maybe. Crime is about as abundant and serious here as there. There’ll always be a job for me in most places, I hope. So, what made you take the job here all the way from the Dallas PD after five years?"
"I needed a change and as you know, it was a promotion to senior CSI."
"By the way, I love your dress. That short strappy style always suited you. And the light blue brings out the color of your eyes. Sounds like a cliché I know, but it's true."
"And you're still wearing chinos. At least with a cotton top tonight instead of your usual golf or flannel shirt."
"I thought you'd like it..."
"I do. The creamy color makes you look softer."
"I can't afford to allow a soft appearance much in my work, which just about consumes my days."
"Tonight you can."
"I guess... more wine?"
"Please. Come here; give me a hug before you go."
"That feels good. Almost like old times. You’re still soft and cuddly. And unexpectedly dangerous."
"Ha-ha. Do you remember the day at Belle Isle?"
"Yeah, of course, how can I not? It was our first time."
"The sun had just set but the air was still humid and sweet with the aroma of spring blossoms. You were so relaxed but fired up at the same time. We were sitting on that park bench by the river with the most stunning view of the Detroit skyline. Not that you were much interested in anything like that! There were still people around but you decided you wanted me at that moment."
"Claire, as I remember, you were very happy to oblige."
"Of course. As usual, when you set your mind on something, you’re quite unstoppable, Sandra. I always think you ignited something in me that day that lingered like a drug whether I tried to ignore it or not.
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If I hadn't used my jacket as a shield and pleased you there and then, I swear you would have ended in jail for public indecency."
"I feel like that now too."
"Sandra, I really don't think it's a good idea. Too much has changed. I’m afraid to complicate everything all over again. And feel the hurt and regret resurface. It’s tough but let’s try and keep it light and friendly this time."
"Please, Claire. Just kiss me and touch me a bit, nothing more. If only for old time’s sake. I missed you..."
"Okay, wait. Let’s sit lengthwise on the couch. I just need to get my legs stretched out. Lean back against me. I’ll just put my arms around you. Yeah, howzat?”
“Perfect. With the wine and the music… heavenly…”
“You’re still using that shampoo that smells like… how did you describe it… sun-ripened strawberries?”
“Suave, yes. It’s good for when my hair is dry after winter and hypoallergenic too. Especially when it’s longer and highlighted like now. And you know how sensitive my skin can be.”
“Mmm. It's good to smell you again. It’s really soft too. I like the blonde highlights, it suits you. Your soft skin has always been mesmerizing too. Your arms. And legs. Warm and smooth. I’m sorry. I promised not to lead you on and here I am, touching you all over.”
“It feels good. Don’t stop. Kiss me. Quick. Before I cramp in this stretched, arched position.”
“Oh my God. It just confirms it. You’re so dangerous. Here I am, just wanting to have a friendly dinner and I can’t keep my hands of you. And my lips… I missed the taste of mint on your tongue too. It’s warm and wet and delicious. Wow, and your breasts; I always loved their soft and full feel.”
“Ah, Claire. Yeah, rub my nipples, they’re hard and sensitive. Put your fingers inside my bra. Yes, like that…”
“They are crazy perky and swollen; may I kiss them, too?"
"Oh yes... you make me so horny."
"Does you halter neck untie at the back?"
"Yes. Wait, I'll do it. I’m going to take my panties off too."
"Yes, yes, yes. Lick them, nibble them, they're hard for you."
“Oh my God, Sandra, your slit is so stiff and swollen and sopping wet, I can barely get my fingers in. There you go. From the way you jumped, I guess I found your sexy core?”
"Yes, put your hand there. Ah... stroke me. You know just where to find my sensitive spot. Oh, yes, caress my moist folds. Swirl my juices around with your fingers. Tease my clit…"
"Sandra, slow down. Let me enjoy you a little longer."
"I'm too close... I... can't...stop now... mmm… ah…"
"Hang on, I want to feel you come. Just put my two fingers in... like this, and flick your clit with my thumb, like this..."
"Yes, yes yes yes... I’m gonna come...I'm getting tight."
"I can feel it! You're pinching my fingers. Oh yes, come for me."
"Claire, Claire, Claire!"
"One... two... three... you're pumping my fingers... five... six... seven... wow, this is a big one..."
"Wow, I haven't felt that in a long time. Thanks... sorry."
"Sorry for what?"
"I did not come here to seduce you. I just needed to see you again and talk. Make sure we're okay as we will be seeing each other all the time. It is a small island after all and we are in the same line of work."
"Don't worry about that now, Sandra. Let’s just take it slow. One day at a time. And see how it goes?"
"I'm sure I'll be fine. And thank you. I had forgotten some of how great a lover you are."
"Quiet, lay back. Relax. Let me hold you for a while before we have dinner. You’re still tense and worked up. I can feel it. Have a sip of wine and close your eyes. That’s right. Unclench your neck and shoulder muscles.”
“Claire, you’re amazing. You know that? Do you think we can ever be together again?”
“Shhh… let time take care of that.”
"I feel like that now too."
"Sandra, I really don't think it's a good idea. Too much has changed. I’m afraid to complicate everything all over again. And feel the hurt and regret resurface. It’s tough but let’s try and keep it light and friendly this time."
"Please, Claire. Just kiss me and touch me a bit, nothing more. If only for old time’s sake. I missed you..."
"Okay, wait. Let’s sit lengthwise on the couch. I just need to get my legs stretched out. Lean back against me. I’ll just put my arms around you. Yeah, howzat?”
“Perfect. With the wine and the music… heavenly…”
“You’re still using that shampoo that smells like… how did you describe it… sun-ripened strawberries?”
“Suave, yes. It’s good for when my hair is dry after winter and hypoallergenic too. Especially when it’s longer and highlighted like now. And you know how sensitive my skin can be.”
“Mmm. It's good to smell you again. It’s really soft too. I like the blonde highlights, it suits you. Your soft skin has always been mesmerizing too. Your arms. And legs. Warm and smooth. I’m sorry. I promised not to lead you on and here I am, touching you all over.”
“It feels good. Don’t stop. Kiss me. Quick. Before I cramp in this stretched, arched position.”
“Oh my God. It just confirms it. You’re so dangerous. Here I am, just wanting to have a friendly dinner and I can’t keep my hands of you. And my lips… I missed the taste of mint on your tongue too. It’s warm and wet and delicious. Wow, and your breasts; I always loved their soft and full feel.”
“Ah, Claire. Yeah, rub my nipples, they’re hard and sensitive. Put your fingers inside my bra. Yes, like that…”
“They are crazy perky and swollen; may I kiss them, too?"
"Oh yes... you make me so horny."
"Does you halter neck untie at the back?"
"Yes. Wait, I'll do it. I’m going to take my panties off too."
"Yes, yes, yes. Lick them, nibble them, they're hard for you."
“Oh my God, Sandra, your slit is so stiff and swollen and sopping wet, I can barely get my fingers in. There you go. From the way you jumped, I guess I found your sexy core?”
"Yes, put your hand there. Ah... stroke me. You know just where to find my sensitive spot. Oh, yes, caress my moist folds. Swirl my juices around with your fingers. Tease my clit…"
"Sandra, slow down. Let me enjoy you a little longer."
"I'm too close... I... can't...stop now... mmm… ah…"
"Hang on, I want to feel you come. Just put my two fingers in... like this, and flick your clit with my thumb, like this..."
"Yes, yes yes yes... I’m gonna come...I'm getting tight."
"I can feel it! You're pinching my fingers. Oh yes, come for me."
"Claire, Claire, Claire!"
"One... two... three... you're pumping my fingers... five... six... seven... wow, this is a big one..."
"Wow, I haven't felt that in a long time. Thanks... sorry."
"Sorry for what?"
"I did not come here to seduce you. I just needed to see you again and talk. Make sure we're okay as we will be seeing each other all the time. It is a small island after all and we are in the same line of work."
"Don't worry about that now, Sandra. Let’s just take it slow. One day at a time. And see how it goes?"
"I'm sure I'll be fine. And thank you. I had forgotten some of how great a lover you are."
"Quiet, lay back. Relax. Let me hold you for a while before we have dinner. You’re still tense and worked up. I can feel it. Have a sip of wine and close your eyes. That’s right. Unclench your neck and shoulder muscles.”
“Claire, you’re amazing. You know that? Do you think we can ever be together again?”
“Shhh… let time take care of that.”
