December 20th, 1941

         Hilary decided a night out alone was just what she needed. She 
 was tired of side-stepping Jeff's proposals and  accusations about her 
 so-called marriage. What possessed her to lie to him was anyone's guess. 
 She guessed it was a knee jerk response to realizing that she was on the 
 verge of accepting. She sighed, paid and moved to the back shadows of the 
 theatre. Being recognized was not on her agenda tonight.

         As she watched the romantic movie unfold a scene touched off a 
 memory and immediately the image of a very nude and very aroused Jeffrey 
 swam into her mind. She closed her eyes trying to clear her mind of the 
 thought. But it persisted so much that she finally gave in to the 
 fantasy. The memory was just an evening, she couldn't place which one, 
 but Jeff was trailing kisses along her arm. She shivered, as the memory 
 was so strong she subconsciously felt his lips on her body. She took a 
 deep breath and expelled it, opening her eyes to make sure she wasn't 
 noticed. She hadn't been and in fact, the sparse theatre crowd was 
 completely in front of her. She could be naked and they'd never notice.

         A wicked thought entered her mind along with the fact that in her 
 memory, Jeff was now suckling at her breasts. She closed her eyes and 
 welcomed the image as well as the surge of arousal she felt. How long had 
 it been since Jeff had made love to her? Six months at least. Way too 
 long. She felt the unquenched pain of her desire and surreptitiously, 
 slipped the hand closest to the wall beneath her skirt and between her 
 legs. She sighed as her fingers made their way beneath the elastic of her 
 panties to touch the core of her arousal. At this point in her fantasy, 
 Jeff's fingers were tantalizing her clitorus. "Oh, Jeff.." she whispered 
 into the darkness of the theatre, as she followed his imaginary movements.

         All too soon, she felt her orgasm crash over her in waves. She 
 bit her lip to keep from crying out and managed to stay silent save for a 
 whimper. She smiled, Jeff would have teased her about her efforts to stay 
 quiet. "The way you carry on, Mittens, one of these days the neighbors 
 are going to call the police, thinking I'm trying to kill you or something."

         Her ardor appeased for now, Hilary looked toward the screen and 
 saw that the leading couple was currently in a fierce argument, and 
 Hilary realized that she needed Jeff. Physically. Now. She discreetly 
 straightened her skirt and slipped out of the theatre. The evening was 
 cool, but not cold, so she opted to walk the few blocks to the hotel Jeff 
 had moved into for the duration.

         She smiled demurely at the elevator operator and asked to be 
 taken to the third floor. Once there, she stopped at the room she knew to 
 be Jeff's. Hilary glanced toward both ends of the hall to make sure she 
 was alone, then struck a dramatically seductive pose, one she knew 
 Jeffrey would recognize well, and knocked.

         He opened the door and his expression registered his surprise at 
 seeing her. "What...what are you doing here?"

         She sauntered into his room and let the black fur cape drop from 
 her shoulders onto the floor. "I was in the neighborhood."

         Jeff knew the look, the body language and the vocal clues very 
 well. "No," he said, "before you even try it."

         She pouted, "Jeffrey, do you remember the last time we made love?"

         "Yes," he responded, "I remember every last," he let his voice 
 trail off as she started to unbutton her dress, "moment. Hilary, I 
 thought you said you were married."

         "Oh, that." She waved the comment off.

         "Yes, tha--" his protest was cut off when she kissed him.

         He pushed her away, "Hilary! You refused to let me NEAR you when 
 I was still married to Pavla, why the change of heart?"

         "I need you, Pumpkin."

         "You need me," he laughed. "Where were you when I needed you?"

         She thought for a second, "doing my nails, I think."

         "Hilary!"

         "Jeffrey...shut the hell up and make love to me."

         Jeff looked at her for a second as if she'd lost her mind. Then 
 grabbed her and kissed her roughly. She wrapped her arms around his neck 
 and kissed him with equal passion.

         He backed stepped to the bed with her still in his arms and sat 
 on the edge, pulling her down with him. He helped her remove her dress 
 and then turned and lay her down.  Jeff took his own clothes off and lay 
 beside her. He drifted a hand through her loose hair and bent to kiss her 
 again, but stopped just above her lips, "You aren't going to throw this 
 back into my face Monday are you? Because if you plan to do something 
 like that, and I know you well enough --"

         She grabbed his head and pulled him into the kiss interrupting 
 his flow of words.

         He let his hands drift over the body he'd yearned to touch since 
 he'd left her still in the handcuff's that afternoon at the station. Jeff 
 had no idea why she was in his arms at the moment, but he wasn't going to 
 wait until she changed her mind again. His body immediately felt the 
 usual charge of lust he'd always felt when with Hilary touched him.

         "Please," she pleaded, "I need to feel you again. I've been so lost."

         Her admission surprised him, but he let it pass and moved over 
 her. At her urging he entered her in one slow movement.

         She sighed, "Oh, God, I missed you," as he settled into a slow 
 thrusting rhythm. She urged him to move faster, her want and desire 
 outweighing the need for leisure. There would be time for that later. 
 "Harder, Pumpkin, please," she requested as she sped her hip movements.

         "Yes," she growled as his body responded to her requests. He 
 balanced his upper body on his arms and watched her face as he thrust 
 almost violently against her.  She wrapped her arms around his, her nails 
 digging into the skin as she met his hips, thrust for thrust.

         Her strong orgasm caught even her by surprise. She cried out so 
 loudly that Jeff quickly lay over her and sacrificed his shoulder to 
 muffle her screams. His climax was equally strong and he wrapped himself 
 around her in an almost crushing grip and groaned against her ear as his 
 hips ground against hers.

         He stilled and stayed wrapped around her body as they both 
 calmed. Jeff finally was aware of certain parts of his body, rather than 
 as a whole; and he quickly realized his shoulder hurt like hell. "Did you 
 draw blood, again?" he asked still muffled against the mattress.

         Hilary ran her hand across his shoulder and felt teeth marks, but 
 no blood. "No," she confirmed, then started laughing. He joined her 
 laughter and held her closely.

         Their laughter spent, Jeff rolled away from her and cuddled her 
 closely, "Hilary, why are you really here? You obviously aren't married 
 if you're here."

         She sighed and burrowed deeper into his embrace, "Well, I went to 
 the movies tonight, to get you off my mind. I didn't really look at the 
 marquee, I just paid and went in. Just my luck it was a love story. It 
 reminded me of you--us, and I left and ended up here."

         "What does this mean, exactly?" He asked wanting to know, "I 
 mean, does this change anything?"

         Hilary sighed, "Jeffrey, we should know by now that we can't stay 
 away from each other. I don't even know why we try anymore."

         "Can I come home?" he asked with an expectant almost childlike 
 expression on his face.

         She smiled, "Why not. I'm sure I'll throw you out again in the 
 future."

         Jeff laughed, "I love you too."

The End