Flash Fiction — Evocative maneuvers
She kisses him hard and gropes at his clothes with vigor. He quickly adjusts to the situation and catches up with what's in order.
From his experience, such maneuvers are a green light for exciting times. He pulls her closer to his body, until their chests crush into each other.
They are breathing heavily and sucking the life out of each other. He slowly leads her nearer to the bed, and pushes her onto it when they reach it.
She falls on her back, eyes wide open; and mouth too, in what seems to be surprise. He jumps on top of her, and goes in for the kiss; but he kisses her cheek, as she quickly turns her head away.
He lifts his head up, mood obviously killed.
"What's wrong?"
"Get off me," she whispers, indignantly.
He obliges.
He paces around the bedroom, while she cries silently on the bed, wrapping herself with the sheets. Minutes go by before he speaks.
"Who was it?"
She hesitates for a few seconds before answering. "An uncle."
"When was it?"
"I was just seven. He was arrested when I reported the rape."
He goes to her and embraces her.
"Sorry I didn't tell you about it when we met. No time seemed right for it."
"It's okay," he says, rubbing her back. "It's okay."