She was waiting for him by the door, her eyes found him the second he stepped into the room. She grabbed his arm as he walked by and leaned in to whisper in his ear. He glanced at her casually, but she knew he’d heard her.


Five minutes later, he’d caught up with her, slipping silently into the room. She closed the door behind him and locked it. The next second, hands were everywhere. His lips brushed hers, they were peeling clothing off each other.


“I’m not good at these,” he muttered.


She smiled, “I’ll be the judge of that.”


drabble is a short work of fiction of one hundred words in length¹.