We All Have Our Secrets

This was my entry for Round 2 of Alison Tayler‘s Smut Marathon. I won the round with it (just barely, because there were quite a few great pieces). I’m pleased as punch! –M

Gail is wearing her hair long, to cover the bite I left on the back of her neck last night. I have on a looser shirt than usual, to give the fresh scratches on my ribs a little air. Out with friends over drinks and dinner, my arm around her shoulders, hers around my waist, our fingers steal to those impressions, drawing our eyes to each others’ in a fleeting, knowing look. We all have our secrets.

Or do we really? When you know what to look for… Here we are, three couples, six friends, all done up for the night out. Colin doesn’t have a limp, but tonight he favors his left leg as he walks, as if something has bruised or strained his thigh muscles. Maya, on the other hand, walks gingerly, like she doesn’t want to bump anything too hard with her hips, and sits with a slight intake of breath. Mike and Bea trade furtive smoldering looks and touches with each other that could mirror Gail’s and mine, though with different geographies.

It’s not just us, I realize as I turn my attention outward. If you know how to look, what to look for – her unexpected gasp, his surreptitious rub, a little shift in the seat. Maybe our secrets really aren’t. But then I look into Gail’s dark eyes, and I see that spark that is only mine, and I know it doesn’t matter. I lift her hair to kiss my mark.