Good Morning with Fred and David
I woke up this morning in Fred's bed. Actually, that's not entirely true. I sort of eased myself into consciousness over the course of an hour between 6.30am and 7.30am, alternately napping and cuddling and remembering the night before.
We'd met outside the Palace Theatre and gone for a meal at Ballans on Old Compton Street. Tucked away in a far corner, we ate and drank and kissed and talked and nuzzled through a very pleasant couple of hours. Then, round about 10pm, twilight still tinting the sky, we strolled back to Fred's flat near St Pancras, hand in hand. 'Twas really romantic.
Less than ten minutes after we closed the front door, we were in bed and making love. And I don't think that that's a euphemism for what we were doing.
Sleep came somewhere between 2am and 3am.
There's something very special about that first morning together when a relationship is going well. Your limbs are still filled with languor from the love-making of the previous night. There's a tiredness in your body that's a product of pleasure rather than sleep deprivation.
You can smell too the fragrance of ardour that lingers in the air - the scent of passion, the musk of bodies, the aroma of spent energies.
Those first few strokes and cuddles are a gentle reminder of recent exquisite pleasures. And then you look into his eyes and hope, just hope, that some of the magic is still there for him also. And, yes, there's a smile and a look that's to die for. So, you hug and kiss a little.
We talked some. Fred's worried that I'm going to allow myself to be hurt and he doesn't want to hurt me. He begs me to remember that he has to leave the UK soon and so this affair has its sell-by date starkly posted for all to see. Come July 11, it's off to Heathrow and "Goodbye, tatters".
I tell him not to worry about me. I know also that he's protecting himself and that leaving to return to Singapore will be a wrench because he has much to leave behind even without me.
So, we hug and caress some more.
And then we fuck like bunnies.