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"I'll be over in an hour," Marci told him. Showering, she felt the first twinge of anticipation, the tingling in the fingertips, the racing heart. She quickly toweled herself off and slipped into a little black dress, one of his favorites. The four-inch heels always had an effect on him too. A little mascara, lip-gloss and perfume, Marci was out the door. "You know what happens when we're in the same room," she thought to herself as she drove.
It had all started when Marci worked in narcotics. She had recently divorced. She and her ex shared custody of their son, but six months at a time. Her stint in narcotics began during the six months her son was with his father. Being single and childless, Marci volunteered to work extra shifts to combat the loneliness. It wasn’t long before Marci Walker and Robert Goren spent long nights together on stakeouts. That’s when it started. Long nights in a warehouse, long days in a double wide. The only time it never happened was when they had to share the front seat of a car…in the hot humid days of August or in the numbing months of winter. They still met once a month, twice if they were lucky.
Over the years, Marci developed new and innovative ways to keep things interesting. She smiled, remembering his reaction the time she surprised him by not wearing panties. She enjoyed surprising him, and he enjoyed too, the teasing.
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“You…look great,” Goren said as he hugged her.
“You look like hell, but I would expect that. It's been too long Bobby and I'm sorry. And I'm sorry I couldn't make it to the funeral. I was visiting my son."
Goren nodded, "I got your note, thank you. Want a drink?"
“Sure, but make it weak. I don’t need you taking advantage of me if I’m not sober,” Marci replied.
“I would never take advantage of you.”
“Ha!” Marci laughed.
You know what happens when we're in the same room.
Goren gave her a sly little grin. As he handed her a scotch and soda, he trailed his finger down the deep neckline of her dress. “You’re not wearing a bra…nice,” he whispered.
“No I’m not, but I am wearing these,” Marci said lifting his hand up under her dress. He felt the soft silk of her panties.
“Why do you do this to me?” he sighed.
“Because I can and because you expect it. You know you could have shaved," she replied stroking his cheek.
"I thought you liked the stubble," he said.
"There's stubble and then there's stubble."
He led Marci to the sofa and tossed two pillows on the floor. Marci sighed and sat down.
“Why is it I’m the one always on the floor?”
“There’s more leg room for me on the sofa,” Goren replied.
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Marci groaned, “Oh God, Bobby. I can’t…” The ringing phone interrupted her.
“Come on Marci, ignore it. I’m getting tired,” Goren whispered.
“I don’t think I can with you staring at me like that.”
“It’s never bothered you before. Do you want me to move?” he asked.
“Yes,” Marci said.
“No. You’re where I want and need you,” he replied.
“I can’t. I’m done. I can’t come…up with any more.”
Goren rested his head against the back of the sofa. “It’s okay Marci. There will be other times. I enjoyed every minute."
“Oh shut up. This is the first time in…in forever. I was left with an X, a B and an R,” Marci sulked.
You know what happens when we’re in the same room.
…Robert and Marci have to satisfy their need to win playing Scrabble.
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What happens after that, well I'll leave that up to you.
(j/k, ya know?) You really had me going there! Way to go! This was awesome! Oh, man, was I fooled! Thank you so much for posting this story, it was SO much fun to read!