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The rain beat down immensely on the window pane. Cascading down the glass and onto the window sill. Pete was busy changing his hovel into a hotel. He never realised how lazy he could be until he removed one of his encrusted socks he had lost two years ago. Pete jumped. His door knocking loudly. Pete couldn't help but let a smile shimmer through his face. Sticking it there he walked over and answered it to Marie.
"Why did you move to a place that has no decent bus route?"
She was soaked to the skin. Her hair stuck limp to her face. From her nose droplets of water fell off. Dripping down with the rain. Her clothes were wet. Sticking to her skin. She was drenched to the core. Glaring at him. Pete thought she looked more beautiful than ever.
"Hey Marie....raining is it?" he smirked at her as she threw daggers at him.
"Oh no not really, there was a car wash, I thought to myself, "I haven't had a wash for ages""
They couldn't help but laughing. The combination of sarcasm was ancient and it felt like they had never parted. Pete motioned for her to enter and she soon could sense the warmth of his house. His home. Him. She felt content.
"Do you want a coffee?" he asked, removing her jacket in the process.
"A coffee would be great."
"No problem. Please sit."
Marie suddenly felt awkward. As if she was entering a strange place. She looked around in admiration. He must have made a fortune. It was so suave and homely at the same time.
"You didn't have to clean for me," she said as she perched on his comfortable sofa.
"Who says I've cleaned?" Pete giggled from the kitchen.
"You forget that I know you. You have never been this hygienic in your life."
"I could have changed." he stuttered as he walked into the front room with too cups of steaming hot coffee. She rose an eyebrow at him. "Ok, I thought I'd make the effort."
"Thank you." She took the coffee from his hands. "Good to be back Pete?"
"This city has always been my home."
"Nice to see you again." She focused her sight on the floor. "After so long."
"I'm sorry Marie."
Marie shook her head at him. The uneasy silence hitting both of them.
"It's past. Dead and gone."
Pete thought a turn of conversation was in order. "How are things?"
He's going to ask me, I know it, what do I say? Lie or truth? Her mind was whirring.

"things are.......great."
"Good, how are you and Joe?"
There it is

"Me and Joe?" Lie "Me and Joe....we've split up."
She looked away from Pete. Hoping he couldn't tell that it was a lie. After all Pete had known her most of her life.
"I'm sorry to hear that."
"Don't lie."
"Ok, I'm not sorry to hear that but I offer my sincerity anyway."

"Thank you." She rubbed her hands together. Pete had edged closer to her. Breathing in the scent. It was old and new. Fresh yet memorable. It sat comfortably on his mind. Before he knew it he was filled with urges. He leaned forward and went to place his lips on hers. Marie leant back. Out of habit from her relationship.
"What are you doing?"

"I thought I mean." Pete was slightly shocked. Annoyed. "Let's cut the crap Marie. We both know why you are here."
Marie stood up in anger.
"What right do you have to walk back into my life and read me like that?"
"I know I left you."
"Too fucking right you left me. You left every single trust I had in you."

He stood up and opposite her. She swallowed the electricity that flowed before them. He was silent as he stepped forward to her. She felt his breath upon her cheek.
"Pete I can't do this."
Marie looked away from him. He took his index finger and placed it under her chin. Moving it closer to his. She had never fallen so deep into his eyes before. Her heart began to pound within her chest. Pete kept himself silent. Complex. She couldn't read what he was thinking but as he opened his mouth she could feel the past rumble away at her.

"Follow your heart Marie."
Pete placed his lips upon hers. She tried to stop herself but before she knew it she had closed her eyes and was enjoying the kiss. It was just how she remembered it. He tasted just the same. Marie had wrapped her arms around his neck. The excitement bubbling away at her. She moved her hips forward so that the were against him and she could feel how hard he was becoming. She broke away from the kiss for just merely a second. She looked at him and he grabbed hold of her hand. Dragging her gently into his bedroom. Marie was desperately blocking out the images of Joe. Guilt resided for only a second though as Pete pushed her upon to his bed. Before, she couldn't decide whether this was the direction she wanted to go, now she was brimming with the anticipation of sex. Pete began to kiss her again. Leaning over her. He softly peeled off her clothes. Slowly. Sensually. Caressing every bit of bare skin she was now exposing. His mouth sitting on her lips. Marie was conjuring up memories of having sex with Pete before Joe. As she remembered she could tell Pete had gotten better. He was more sensitive than usual. Pete was focusing on her spots of pleasure. Taking it one step at a time. It wasn't fumbled and it wasn't rough. It wasn't sex. It was so much more. She moaned slightly as he removed her underwear and trousers. Sliding them of so easily.
"Pete do you have.."
But he had already read her mind. Leaning over to his drawers he opened them and removed the condom packet. He stopped. Unzipping and protecting himself. For a moment they stared at each other. The thought of what was about to happen had to be held. The anticipation making them both want to explode. Pete leaned forward and placed his mouth on her neck. Praising the skin as he entered her. The penetration was amazing. He filled her slowly. Taking his speed and using it to an advantage. It was unlike sex with Joe. Pete was taking his time. Pulsating in and out of her with force yet sloth. She couldn't help but cry out in the joy that was waving through her. Each hit into her created a new delight. Bliss's shimmered all through her. Cells becoming more alive than usual. Marie felt complete. This was making love in the best way. She grabbed hold of his buttocks. Squeezing them as he pounded into her. With that motion Pete picked up his pace. His force. His everything. Their hips gyrating in time. The bed creaked as he was getting faster. Getting to the centre of her. And now both he and she felt waves of orgasm. They groaned in unison. He held onto her as he finished and removed himself. Taking the duvet covers, throwing them over and lying beside her. Marie turned to him. Smiling though she felt sick. What has she just done? Pete could never sense her true remorse. He didn't think anything of the fact she had just cheated. He didn't know. Pete began to push strands of hair behind her ears and though it was just turning into afternoon, Marie had fallen asleep beside him.
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