At 9 o'clock Daniel stood in front of room 706, this was unusual. He had his doubts about it, he knew what she was up to and although he was more than excited about the idea, this was not how they would solve their problems. He knocked and when he received no response he used his own key to enter.
The room was warm and dim, as if no one was there. Deanna came out of the next room and Daniel stopped breathing for a moment. She was wearing a long white satin nightgown with a slit that went from her hips to her feet and a neckline that left little to the imagination. She was barefoot, with her hair down but her face looked different.
She was still angry, her eyes reflected it. She watched him for a moment before walking over and standing in front of him. When he had her close he couldn't stop his eyes from traveling the length of her body, he knew what was underneath but it never ceased to surprise and excite him every time. Deanna didn't say a word and Daniel didn't move.
She watched him a little longer, unexpressive. One of her hands reached the shoulder of his jacket and began to slowly move down his chest, running a finger over each button of his vest, as if counting them. Daniel's heart was beginning to pound. When she reached his belt buckle she didn't stop and continued all the way down. The feel of her hand made him close his eyes and hold his breath.
Deanna took a step forward using her hand to seek out the level of arousal her husband was in. But suddenly he grabbed her wrist, pulling her away. She looked up in defiance, irritated, and tried to let go.
- Is this what you want to play at? - he asked her, his voice a whisper, but his tone uncontrolled.
- I'm tired of you ignoring me -
- I thought you'd had enough of me... that's what you told me the other day -
He smelled her wrist, which he still held tightly in his hand. He found her idea tender, her defiant look, she was trying to seduce him by playing the femme fatale. He drew a confident smile on his lips, sweet Deanna wanting to surprise him this way. He didn't know she was willing to push him beyond the limits.
-Well... let's talk then, let go of me....
-You didn't dress like that to talk...
- No, but if you don't want to play it's boring... Let's talk -
- Boring? -
- Yes, boring... - He let go of her.
Was she getting bored of him? Suddenly all that confidence that experience gave him was gone. Deanna pulled away and looked for something to put on top of herself.
-You've been ignoring me for days because of Leonard's letter... -
Leonard, Leonard... Why do she call him by that?
-... apparently nothing I say persuades you. You don't think I know men like him... -
Men? How many men like him did she know?
-... you take me for an inexperienced schoolgirl... I wasn't born yesterday, Daniel... -...
- For me you don't have a past...
- But I do and you should know that by now... -
All that freedom to love.
- Are you trying to tell me about all the guys you've been with? -
- No, I'm trying to make you see that you have no reason to distrust me...
-I don't...
- First Harry, now Leonard, will it always be like this? -
- Stop naming him! I don't even want him to look at you! I don't want anyone to look at you! Is that so hard to understand?! I want you all to myself! -
- And how will you make sure no one looks at me?! Shall I lock myself in the house forever?! You doubt me and my feelings for you! How can we have anything if you can't believe me?! -
- How can I believe you if every time I turn around you're with someone?! You went for Harry the other day! -
- We were with Laura! He's my friend and I miss him! -
- He's your brother-in-law! Then Reed "invites" you to his foundation! -
- I couldn't even answer Leonard's letter because you took things into your own hands! -
- You're my wife! What were you going to do?! Go personally to thank him?! -
Detonate him, Deanna.
- Maybe if I'd gone I wouldn't have wasted this! - She took off what she was wearing to cover herself.
Daniel exploded. He grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her head back.
-Don't you dare seek my anger, Deanna - He told her low, his voice hoarse, threatening.
Deanna closed her eyes and made a dirty sound. It confused him, surprised him... aroused him even more. What was this? He had his insides churning with jealousy, his chest was burning with anger and she... She was enjoying it. It threw him completely off balance. He let go of her without realizing it and backed up a few steps.
She looked at him again, again with those big, desire-filled eyes. This woman standing in front of him was not the Deanna he knew, she wasn't even the same one who gave herself freely and eagerly. No, this woman dominated, dictated, commanded; she vibrated at his level. She had remained hidden beneath her innocent appearance.
She approached once more, determined as ever. She took his hand and led it, without looking away, to where she needed him to touch her. Her fingers made contact with bare skin, all bare. He opened his eyes wide to look at her.
- Do you feel it? No one but you makes me feel this way... No one but you could ever do this because you are the one I love... -
All her power fell on him like a giant rock, smashing him. He was at her mercy, there was no turning back, he could never escape her. He didn't want to. The blood in his body rushed through every vein at an impossible speed, burning like lava. She would declare her love for him in the same way she gave herself to him: openly, without hesitation, without measuring consequences.
Never in his life had he felt that kind of need born inside him, he wanted to shatter her into pieces and at the same time worship her as if she were made of glass. He cornered her against the wall without removing his hand from the place where she had placed it. Her breathing was ragged, labored, it seemed as if she was about to suffocate. Deanna was falling apart at the touch of his insistent fingers.
The contortions of her face called him to devour her mouth, to kiss her to drown her. She wiggled her hips trying to keep up with him, barely standing. If it weren't for the wall she would be sprawled on the floor. He was aggressive, he was desperate, crazy to touch her and kiss her; to get more and more moans out of her.
But Deanna was not shy and in her halo of desire she also used her hands to excite him even more and Daniel began to perspire, sweat running down his forehead.
The satin was in the way, still covering her and he had no patience to wait for her to take it off so he simply ripped it off. Exposed in her hands, while Daniel was still fully clothed. She wrapped her arms around his neck to kiss him and the fabric of his suit against her naked body only added more to the sensations that were already driving her wild.
-Take off your clothes..." She told him anxiously.
He wouldn't budge, he would never let her go. She managed to half pull off his jacket and unbutton some buttons of his vest, but Daniel wouldn't release her. And Deanna began to pour out nastiness after nastiness, the hand that refused to leave her was working wonders on her.
-What a filthy mouth you have... Do it, I want to see you...
Deanna exploded, her body couldn't take it any longer.
-You can never leave me," Daniel told her, finally taking off his clothes.