The Wedding Season

by Kayley Loring

  “Let the Right One In…My Pants.”

  “Yeah you did.” He high-fives me. “The Woman in Black…Boyshorts.”

  “Awww.”

  “Memories.”

  “Actually I think we should do a psychological horror like Black Swan, like we talked about.”

  “About a screenwriter who’s convinced another writer is trying to ruin her career when really he’s just falling in love with her and trying to get into her pants?”

  “It would have been so much sweeter if you’d left out that last part.”

  “You’re never going to stop editing me, are you?” he says, smiling.

  “Nope.”

  “Good. Wait, what about the idea we had after we saw Sleep No More?”

  “Oh yeah! Wow. We have so much to write together.”

  “We’re going to have to implement some stringent no-sex while working rules.”

  “I was just going to say that. Some hard and fast rules.”

  “For instance, because we now know that according to scientists—sitting down all day is very bad for our health—so every half an hour we should take a break from sitting and typing and not have sex in a chair or in a lying down position.”

  “Right. We should have sex standing up.”

  “For the sake of our health.”

  “Every half an hour, huh?”

  “We’re gonna be really healthy.” He grins.

  I look around, at Maya and Sam’s crew. One of Sam’s bands is doing a funky cover of the Shania Twain song From This Moment On, and everyone is dancing, except us. Still on Scott’s lap, I can feel that he is thinking what I’m thinking. We could definitely sneak away for a few minutes and not be missed. I glance over at him, look into his hooded eyes and pull his glasses off his face. “I’ll hang onto these while we do it,” I say.

  He picks me up, stands up, and we run to the house, hand-in-hand.

  He locks the bathroom door and I place his glasses on the countertop.

  He grabs my hips from behind, squeezing them and groaning. “I’ve missed touching you.”

  “Me too.” I turn to face him, fumbling with his shirt buttons, while he slowly runs his fingers up my thighs, under my dress. I am a trembling mess of hot want. He cradles my face in his hands and kisses my lips, tenderly.

  The kiss calms me down, but unleashes something in him. He pushes me up against the bathroom door, pressing my hands up over my head, pressing himself against me. “You better be in this for the long haul, Duffy.” His voice is gruff. “I’m not fucking around here.”

  “I’m not fucking around either, Braddock.” I look up at him, directly into his eyes. They are brown like chai tea, spicy and comforting at the same time. “I’m gonna love you like you’ve never been loved before.”

  He laughs, then catches his breath. “I fucking love you so much. I do. I want you, I want all of you.”

  “Take it. I’m all yours.” I mean it. It feels so good to say it out loud to him.

  He kisses me, then drops to his knees and dips his head under my dress. He pulls down my panties, lifts my leg up to rest it on his shoulder and slips his tongue inside of me, exploring and groaning at the wetness that has awaited him, sucking on my clit, his fingers digging into the flesh of my ass. I was so afraid I’d never experience this with him again that as soon as my body realized it had been invited back to the party it was ready to orgasm. I don’t even hold back the loud gasps or the convulsions. I want him to know how he makes me feel and I want to feel everything with him.

  By the time he stands up and presses his hard cock inside of me, his own body trembling now, I feel full of him, in the best way, welcoming and accepting him into me. I keep my eyes open and locked with his.

  I’m not afraid of anything. I’m not afraid of anyone seeing or hearing us, I’m not afraid of how attracted I am to him, I’m not afraid of how much I love him, I’m not afraid of how much I will hate him sometimes, and I’m not even afraid of how much it would hurt if it were all taken away.

  It’s like having writer’s block and then unlocking some part of your brain and suddenly everything falls into place.

  This was our story, complete with obstacles and cynics, and I wouldn’t change a thing, and it’s just beginning.

  Epilogue

  *Scott*

  One year later

  What follows is not a script of what should have been. My life with Erin no longer needs a rewrite. What follows is exactly how it went…

  FADE IN:

  EXT. LAWN IN FRONT OF SCOTT AND ERIN’S APARTMENT BLDG - MORNING

  He tosses tennis balls at the window while she’s sleeping in their room.

  She peers out the window, annoyed, and sees her boyfriend wearing a beige trench coat over black jeans and a white shirt.

  He holds up a boom box. He looks like Lloyd Dobler in Say Anything, but you know—more alpha.

  She slides open the window and hears Peter Gabriel’s In Your Eyes blaring from the speakers. She covers her mouth, then touches her heart.

  He has made her smile.

  Scott lowers the boom box and then flips it around so that the back of the unit is facing Erin. He holds it up over his head again, the song continuing to play.

  Erin sees that on the back of the boom box he has fashioned the words MARRY ME out of white duct tape.

  She covers her mouth again, and jumps up and down.

  ERIN: Yes! I will, you asshole! Yes!

  Fade out.

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