Four Hundred Seventy Three

Four Hundred Seventy Three
Jonathan tears his mouth away from mine and kisses my neck. He grabs my hips and lifts me in his arms.
"It's like I crave you", he moans. He pins my hands above my head and I wrap my legs around his waist.
"Jonathan I"...
He silences me with a kiss and thrusts inside of me.
"You feel so goddamn good. It's as if you were made just for me".
He rolls his hips, stretches inside of me, and drives into me to his hilt. "You're so beautifu, baby".
He sets a slow and deep pace that sets my soul aflame. Each stroke is deep and delicious. Jonathan knows my body and he knows how desperate for him I am.

He releases my arms and I run my hands across his back. He hisses and moans when I clench him tightly inside of me.
Jonathan grabs my breasts and runs his fingers lightly across my nipples. The sensation of his hands on my breasts, his skin against mine, the falling water, and him deep inside of me sends my body over the edge.
He murmurs my name and shudders. I feel the warmth of his release deep within me.
He sets me back on my feet and burries his head in my chest.
I run my hands through his hair and hold him.
We get dressed in silence and he goes to make up our bed.
"I'm gonna start breakfast. I'm sure Cecily will be up soon and will be hungry".
"Jonathan"?
''Hm"?
'I love you".
"I love you too, Alicia". He kisses my cheek and hurries downstairs.

I lightly tap on Cecily's door and peek inside. She's curled up under the blankets and is clutching her stuffed bunny. I quietly close the door and head downstairs.
"Can I help you cook"?
"Nope. I've got it. You just relax. It will be awhile. I got kinda distracted", he sighs. I take a seat at the kitchen table and open a can of coke. I pick up the New York Post and let out a deep sigh when I see an article about Jonathan's restaurant.
"You're famous"! I laugh.
"How so"?
"Natalya is featured in the paper", I nod.
"What does it say"?
"Just about the cafeteria opening at the community center. Apparently you had a food critic there at some point. He's very impressed with your food".
"Nice"!
I read a few paragraphs out loud and Jonathan looks indiferent. He cracks three eggs into three seperate bowls and then heads for the fridge.
"This is huge for you"! I gush.
"It's no big deal", he shrugs.
"You're doing a wonderful thing. It's good that there is a buzz".
"I don't really care about press, buzz, or exposure".
"I know you dont. I'm proud of you and I think you should be recognized".
"Thanks, baby. What do you want in your omelet"?
"Ummm... Maybe just plain with fresh herbs and that butter sauce.
Jonathan... are you okay? You seem"...
"I'm okay sweetheart. I just... I'm kinda ashamed".
"Why"?
"The way I acted. I shouldn't have acted that way".
"Which way"?
"Like some sex crazed asshole".
"You didn't and you aren't. And if you are then I am too. But you aren't".
"You don't think it is abnormal? The way I am with you? Jeanette and Jameson even mentioned how much you and I have sex and how it seems excessive".
"You cant possibly take what they said to heart. Them of all people".
"So you don't think I have a problem"?
"No, I do not. You and I have a connection a really strong connection. I can't explain it other than that we are meant to be. There isn't anything wrong with that. It's love. And it seems weird to you because love like this doesn't happen often".
"They love eachother and they aren't like this", he shrugs.
"They're worse than we are"! I laugh. And what they think doesn't really matter. All that matters is us".

Cecily shuffles into the kitchen wearing a pair of sweatpants and an oversized t shirt and timidly hangs by the door.
"Good Morning", she smiles.
"Hey good morning", Alicia beams. "Did you sleep well"?
"Yes I did. The bed was very comfortable. It was nice to stretch out. I felt like I was on a cloud".
"I'm glad", she nods. "I have to find the remote for your split unit. I hope you weren't too cold".
"No, it was comfortable. It was great not being in a drafty room. Everything was fine".
"Are you hungry"? I ask? "I know you didn't really eat much yesterday. And all you had last night was the slice of cheesecake".
"I will have whatever you're having".
She sits at the kitchen table and pours herself a glass of orange juice.
"What do you normally do on Sunday"? she asks.
"Well... this is not a typical Sunday, but usually we try to have breakfast together and then we just take it easy for the day.
What would you be doing"? I ask.
"Well... Roy would be in bed nursing a hangover or with some random girl. I would make breakfast and head to my room to read, or sometimes I would say I was going out to the library and work a few hours at the diner".
"Your friends must miss you and wonder where you are"?
"I didn't have any friends really. The girls at the diner were kind to me".
"Boyfriend"?
"No"...
"What would be your ideal Sunday"? I ask.
"Well just reading or painting. Watching television. Maybe go to a museum. I don't know".
I finish making the omelets and hand out our plates.
"This is really good", she sighs in between bites.
"You're more than welcome to paint, Cecily".
"I may do that then. Your kids come home today"?
"Yeah. Usually on Sunday evenings we give them a choice of what they want for dinner and then we all do something fun together. Come Monday we don't have much time together during the week".
"You all sound really close, Alicia. I like that".
The doorbell buzzes and I rise from my seat.
"I've got it"! I excuse myself to answer the door.
"So you can go out with them but not us huh"? Kenny jokes.
"Hey Kenny... Heather is with you"?
"Nah... she's taking Anya to ballet. Well... she's chaperoning Anya's ballet class. They're going to see some production or something", he shrugs.
"Want any breakfast"? Alicia asks.
"Nah! I'm cool. I've already had breakfast. I just wanted to drop off these documents and needle my boy for not hanging out with me... and being buddy buddy with Jameson".