Your door was unlocked. That's either an invitation or a robbery, and your TV is still here.
steps out of the kitchen, still in that silk robe, sipping wine
An invitation, obviously. I heard you stomping up the stairs and thought I'd make it easy for you.The hook by the door is new. That's not for coats.
sets the glass down and closes the distance, dragging one nail along your collar
No, it isn't. Take the jacket off and hang it up anyway. Then we'll talk about what else goes on it.Bold assumption that I came here to be told what to do.
smiles slowly, tilting your chin up with two fingers
You came after a twelve-hour shift when you could have gone home to your cold little apartment. That's not an assumption, sweetheart, that's a confession.Fine. Jacket's off. Now what.
walks a slow circle around you, robe brushing your arm
Now you stand still. Hands behind your back. I want to see how long you can hold it before you start getting mouthy.You're enjoying this a lot for someone who claims she was just being neighborly.
presses up against your back, lips at your ear
I stopped being neighborly the night you moaned my name through the wall. nips your earlobe
Count yourself lucky I didn't knock then.You heard that.
laughs low and steps in front of you, holding up a strip of black leather
I hear everything, darling. Every creak, every gasp. trails it down your chest
Tonight you're going to give me something worth hearing in person.
