Woodworm.. chapter 1

“You can't tell anyone!,” He said, quickly.

“Of course not sweetie, your secrets are safe with me, you know that,” She replied, leaning against him, cuddling up.
The three hour appointment was drawing to a close, and was in it's winding down phase.

Relaxed and satiated, it was time for talking. A time for sharing secrets, fears, and hopes..
Word intimacy, after the body intimacy.

Beccy nuzzled his neck, “When am I going to see you again, babes. I miss you so much, when you're not here,”

“I'm not sure darling, I wish I could tell you, but with all this happening at the moment, it hard to get away,” He said.
"I only just managed to get here today, and with some very nifty juggling around of my diary, I can tell you,"

"Oh I am so honored, kind sir," She replied, mockingly.
He kissed her gently, and became serious again. He was in a very serious mood today.

All because of the current political fuck up, of course.
Fuck up wasn't even close to describing it.
She knew it must have been bad, but not half as bad as she now knew.
She had learned a lot during their time together today.

'The corridors of power were bound to be busy', she thought before this appointment.
She never realized they would be apoplectic!
This made her smile.
The small part she had played in the events that led to creating this turmoil right now, brought a warm, calm satisfaction with it.

She felt a sadness to. She always did.

"It was never nice destroying someones world, and not just his, but his families also.
Devastation was part of the package, she knew this, but if the spent time dwelling on that side of the equation, it would make her work a hundred times more difficult.

She pushed it out of her mind quickly.
Even now as she nuzzled her three hour lover, useful idiots were running through the government hive, in complete meltdown.
Attempting to get a grip on something in which they had lost total control over.

Snapping out of her thoughts, she came back into the present and back to the center of her work.
Him.

“I have to be in the office all day everyday, so getting here isn't easy honey,” He said, stroking her long leg and moving his hand higher...
“Stop it,” She said pushing away, laughing “You'll have me feeling all horny again, and you have to go soon,” She looked at her diamond encrusted watch – a gift from him.

“Oh! You better get going sweetie, we don't want you do be getting any attention, do we? ” She said , standing up, drawing the meeting to a close.
This would cut the intimate mood between them, she knew, and the real world would jolt back, harshly, into focus.
Three hours of fantasy rapidly fading away already...

“ohhhhhh,” He said, childishly, looking petulant.
He drew a deep breath, “You're right - of course. I better be getting back, back into the affray,”
He stood up lazily, taking her hand. "Once more into the breach, my friends,"
She laughed softly.

As she walked him to the door, she leaned against him “ Call me, when you can get away?” She whispered.
She never spoke loudly when anywhere near the front door to the apartment.

She most definitely didn't want other people to eavesdrop on her conversations.

“I will,” He whispered back. He new the rules also.
Discretion was everything , for both of them.

Closing the door behind him, she turned and called down the narrow hallway, “Any good, babes?”
Her boyfriend entered the hallway from an innocent looking, hardly noticeable - closet. He held a camera in his hand.

“Good enough gorgeous. One for the files, that's for sure.” Her boyfriend said.

“Oh goody,” Beccy replied, clapping her hands together girlishly, all smiles. “Come and do all this coke that he left behind. I haven't cum yet,”

She took her boyfriends hand and led him into the bedroom, letting her silk dressing gown slip to the floor, her gorgeous body exposed....