Strange Affair

by: Darrin Lee Hutton

© 12/2002

Chapter 7

The driver let them off near a secure entrance of the Capitol Records building.  Russell told the driver he’d call him when they were done as Debra looked around her, heart thumping a mile a minute.  Two and two were beginning to make four and she wasn’t sure how to react.  Part of her was scared shitless.  Part of her was screaming with joy and part of her was fighting between being pissed at him and teetering on the edge of…

No, stop it!  Five fucking days, mate.  No one falls in love this fast.  No one.  You’re just overwhelmed.  Take a deep breath and chill.  Rock and Roll, baby, full weight.

“You ready, luv?”

“How could you do this?” she whispered.

“Hey, hey, come on now.  This is supposed to be something fun.”  He turned her to face him, tilting her chin up to force her to meet his eyes.  “You know you want to, so we’re gonna.  Got it?  Rock and Roll?”

All she could do was nod with that, how had he put it?  Oh, yeah, “‘roo in the headlamps” look.  She certainly felt like she was about to become roadkill.

But Russell wouldn’t let her think.  He grabbed her hand and marshaled her into the building.  They took an elevator up to the fifteenth floor and were greeted by a charming receptionist as the doors open.

“Mr Crowe!  It’s so wonderful to see you again.  Manny’s in the back, he said to send you right on in.  Can I get either of you anything?”

“Coupla waters would do great, luv,” Russell smiled and continued pulling Debra inexorably behind him.

The receptionist gave her a look of what could only be described as “You go, girl!”, that made Debra feel as if she was in the Twilight Zone suddenly.  A line from a song used in “Toys” zipped through her mind, “So surreal, surreal, surreal…”.  She could feel hysterical laughter wanting to bubble up from inside her and she choked it back.

And then they were in a studio.  An actual studio.  Mixing board so huge, it stretched the length of the booth.  Tape decks lined the wall behind the board.  And through the glass, five guys hanging out with various instruments held casually in their hands.  And a lone microphone hanging down, dead center in the room, an empty stool beneath it.

Russell pulled her to him and talked excitedly but quietly in her ear.  “Look, luv, all ready for ya.  All ya gotta do is sing.”

“But, Russell, I can’t – I haven’t –”

He put his hands on either side of her face and looked directly into her eyes, calming her down immeasurably.  “Yes, you can.  I know you can.”  He pulled her to him and kissed her softly.  Then leaned back to her ear and said, “Just pretend you’re in the shower,” and chuckled.

Debra heard through her haze a heavily accented voice say, “Hey, amigo, you gonna make love to her, or let her sing?”

Russell pulled back and laughed, exchanging a gruff hug with the man.  “Debra, meet Manny, an old mate of mine.  We worked together on a couple of projects.”

Manny took her hand and kissed the back of it, “Wonderful to meet you, cara, Russell,” he pronounced it Roossell, “has told me many great things about you.  You will sing for us, no?”

Debra was about to say, “No!” but Russell spoke first.  “Absolutely, mate.  She’s gonna blow you away.”

Debra felt herself wanting to float away and then saw something that made her completely change her mind.

~*~

Russell watched as she approached the guitar player he had very purposefully asked Manny to invite to the session.  She looked like she was having an out-of-body experience.  Without introducing herself, she simply pointed at his t-shirt and spoke.

“You went to the RATKOS concert?”

“Dude!  Fuckin’-A, right!  Roland rocks, man.  You a fan?”

Russell grinned and breathed a huge sigh of relief as he watched Debra smile.  Manny laughed.  They had had a couple of conversations about this session, Manny knew that Russell had been very concerned about Debra’s willingness to participate.

“Yeah, I am.”

“Well, then you came to the right place.  My buds and I have been working hard to learn all the songs on ‘Tomcats’.  You up for one?  How about ‘Ether’?”

“Bit dark for first out, dude,” the drummer said.

“Yeah, but if her boyfriend is even half right about her alto, it’s gonna sound fuckin’ awesome.  Come on, babe, whaddaya say?”

Russell loved the look on her face as she came to grips with being talked about while she was standing right there, about him being referred to as her boyfriend and that he had chatted her up to these blokes without her knowledge.  He watched as she put it all aside and slowly picked up the headphones laid out for her and stepped over to the microphone after taking a drink of the bottled water the receptionist had brought in for her.

The band readied themselves and then began to play.  Debra stepped closer to the mike and started to sing.

“Someone said the world was under Ether / But I bet your bottom dollar / But I bet your bottom dollar / That before your eyes we turn to dust / Bodies rearranged…

Someone said the world was all but dried out / Read it on the walls around you / Waiting for the paint to dry / Well you might not have to wait very long…

Talk about it / Think about it / Hey!

Ether stole your thoughts while you were sleeping / Came in through an open window / Looking for an open mind / And you wipe that smile right off your face / Rock and roll radiate…

Talk about it / Think about it / Hey!

Under Ether / Under Ether / Under Ether / Under Ether / Well, you might not have to wait…Talk about it / Think about it / Hey…Under Ether…”

As she sang the last of the song, Russell shook his head in amazement.  He had watched closely as the blokes had nodded to each other appreciatively.  Debra had her eyes closed the whole time and he could tell by the look on her face that she was relishing the feel of using her voice again in front of people.  And, fuck, but she sounded great.

Everyone applauded when they had finished, applauding her, his Deb, The Raven-Haired Alto.

Russell smiled at her as she finally opened her eyes and stared straight at him, the lop-sided grin the only thing he needed to confirm that what he’d done would be forgiven.

“Okay, dude, we gotta do more.  Wanna try an oldie but a goodie?  Deb, right?”

“Yeah.”

“I’m Sam, that dude on the drums is Matt and the rest of these weasels are Hugh, Connor and we just call him,” indicating the bass player, “Rat.”

Debra smiled at all of them.

“Okay, dudes, we all know it, let’s do it.”

Deb nodded, the smile still on her face.  The band started playing “Everybody Wants to Rule the World” and kept going through “Humdrum and Humble” and, at Deb’s shy request, “Blood Letting Go”.

“You wanna try some CSN?  How about ‘Ohio’?”

“Dude, you goin’ dark again for a reason?”

“Hey, it’s her voice, man.  ‘Ohio’ will rock sincerely.  So how about it?”

“’Kay.”

Russell hadn’t recognized the title but now did as the guitar licks began. Deb bounced with the beat and then began.

“Tin soldiers and Nixon’s comin’ / We’re finally on our own / This summer I hear the drummin’ / Four dead in O-hi-o / Gotta get down to it / Soldiers are cutting us down / Should’ve been done long ago / What if you knew her / And found her dead on the ground / How can you run when you know?”

They worked through the song together like they had known each other all their lives.

More applause, louder than before.

“Another one, come on.  Oh, I gotta hear ‘Suite: Judy Blue Eyes’ come outta you.”

“Who’ll I harmonize with?”

“We got ya covered, dude.  Rest easy.”

They began again, two of them joining her this time.

“It’s getting to the point, where I’m no fun anymore / I am sorry / Sometimes it hurts, so badly I must cry out loud / I am lonely / I am yours, you are mine, you are what you are / And you make it hard –”

Russell couldn’t believe how easily she was harmonizing with them.  The song simply flowed out of her as she hit all these fucking beautiful harmonies with blokes she had only just met.  It was amazing to listen to.

Sam got up to stand near her as they reached the end of the song.

“Chestnut brown canary, ruby throated sparrow / Sing a song, don't be long / Thrill me to the marrow!”

Manny tsked.

“What?” Russell asked.

“She went down, afraid of the high note.  She can do it.”

The guitar player, Sam, knew it, too.  He leant over and talked to her, the mike picking up his words.

“Hey, don’t back off, dude, come on, I know you got it in you.”  Debra nodded at him, but Russell saw the ‘roo in the headlamps look again.

“Voices of the angels, ring around the moonlight / Asking me, said she's so free, how can you catch the sparrow?”

“Holy fuck,” Russell whispered.

“I told you, amigo.  That one has a voice.  You did well to bring her to me.”

Sam spoke again, “One more, Deb, look at me.”  He pointed to his eyes and she did as she was told, taking a deep breath.

“Lacy lilting lyric, losing love lamenting / Change my life, make it right, be my lady!”

Russell was grinning from ear to ear.  This was a lot more than he had bargained for.

Sam’s next words were lost as he had stepped back from the mike, but Russell saw Deb nodding and then what followed blew him away.

“Que linda me la traiga Cuba / la reina de la Mar Caribe / Cielo sol no tiene sangreahi / y que triste que no puedo vaya / Oh va, oh va, va!”

They sang the last of the song and Sam slapped her a hearty high-five as everyone else applauded again.

“Hey, Crowe, you can leave now,” Sam joked.

Russell pressed a button to allow him to be heard in the studio.  “No way, mate.  Don’t even joke about that.”  He winked at Deb who was flushed; he could tell she was completely exhilarated.

Just then his phone rang and he stepped out to take the call.  It was Mark, confirming his schedule for the next day.  Russell wouldn’t be able to do Deb’s show with her that night, there was a nine o’clock meeting scheduled with the director and the studio heads for his next film and no way to push it back.  He wouldn’t have another free minute for Deb until Thursday, dinner.

“Well, if ya can’t, ya can’t, mate,” Russell glowered into the phone.  “I’ll work it out.”

“Hey, is this becoming serious, mate?  Cuz if so, we got calls to make.  Miranda, for one, you know what she told you.”

“Yeah, mate, I know.  And when I figure it out, we’ll do as we’ve been told.  Right now, I just dunno.”

“Okay, okay, I know how tough it is for you,” Mark laughed at him.

“Pisshead.”

“Hey, you’re the one with the good-lookin’ sheila, mate.”

“Too right, and don’t you forget it, mate.”

He ended the call and went back into the booth.  And stopped dead when he heard what was going on in the studio.

It was him, and yet not him.  Deb was doing his gravelly baritone almost perfectly.  She even got his accent and giggle just right.

“…I ask forgiveness continually, for I know, He knows, some things just have to be experienced…The photograph kills and your fame will destroy you…Trying to find a place to rest will taint everything you do…”

And the band was laughing uproariously as they played.

Manny saw him re-enter the booth and chuckled.  “She does you very well, amigo.  I wonder how it is she knows your voice so, shall we say, íntimamente?”

“None of your bloody business, amigo,” Russell stressed the word.  And just shook his head.  Deb was turned away from him, so didn’t see he had returned.  But as she growled out the final line, she saw him and blushed eight shades of red, her voice fading from her throat.

The band laughed and clapped as Deb tried to find a hole to hide in.  As well she better, Russell thought, this little sheila’s getting her bum spanked raw when I get her alone.

“So, amigo, when can I sign her up?  The public needs this little beauty.  Y esa voz pequeña bonita!”

“I’m workin’ on it, mate.  But you’ll be the first to know.”

“Don’t keep me waiting, Russell.  I can do magical things for her, you know.”

“Sí, sé, mi amigo.”

The boys and Deb were now performing the song Russell had heard her sing last night on the ride to the hotel.  Sam had easily recognized her alto as being able to handle Joni Mitchell’s range.

As much as he hated to end it, he knew Manny was on an extremely tight schedule and he had more than taken up enough of his time.  When they had finished, he tapped his watch at Debra and she turned to thank and say goodbye to the musicians.  A technician boxed up the master reel and a CD copy of the session and gave both to Russell.

“Thanks, mate.  Manny, always a pleasure.  You let me know when I can return the favour.”

“Oh, sí, amigo, I will do that.”

Russell waved his thanks to the band blokes, having already arranged for thank you gifts to arrive tomorrow.  He and Debra made their way down the hallway to the elevator.

As they rode the elevator down, Russell called the driver and told him they were ready to leave.  When he looked at Deb, she was completely blissed out.

He leaned into her, pushing her against the back wall of the elevator.

“Did you have fun, luv?”

She looked at him and nodded.

“You feeling a bit better about singing again?”

“Yes.  Oh, Russell, I didn’t know, I –” she stopped, tears brightening her eyes.

As they spilled over onto her cheeks, he moved his hands to either side of her face and rubbed the tears away with his thumbs.  He pulled her to him and kissed her lips softly.  He leaned his forehead against hers and they stood there, motionless, until the doors opened.

And then flashes lit up the cabin of the elevator.

Russell immediately stepped in front of Debra shielding her from the photographer standing directly in front of the elevator doors.

Still snapping pictures, the photographer yelled out, “Hey, Russell, who’s the broad?”

He didn’t get to ask another question because the car arrived and the driver jumped out and grabbed the photographer from behind as Russell leapt from the elevator and grabbed the camera out of his hands.  He ripped out the memory card from the camera, removing any pictures the photographer may have captured.

The driver let him go at Russell’s nod.  Russell also put a hand out in Debra’s direction, keeping her in the elevator.  When he heard the doors close, he sighed.

‘What the fuck are ya doin’, mate?”

“Hey, you’re news, I’m just doin’ my job.”

“I don’t think so, no, mate.  You interrupted an incredibly private moment in a private area of the secure entrance of this building.  I could have you arrested for trespassing.”

The photographer spluttered, with no answer.

“I’ve got your memory card, here’s your camera.  I see one word of this and you will be arrested.  Got it?”

The photographer nodded and ran.

“What happened to you?”  Russell asked the driver as he stepped back to the elevator and pressed the button to recall the cabin and retrieve Debra.

“Sorry, Mr Crowe.”

“Don’t be fuckin’ sorry, be fuckin’ prompt.  You come when I call you.”

“Yes, Mr Crowe.”

“Come on, Deb.”  He grabbed her hand and helped her into the back of the SUV.  The driver closed his door and then got into the front.

He knew he was being an ass, but he couldn’t stop his smoldering anger.  Fucking tabbies.

He glowered for perhaps five minutes, holding Deb’s hand, the only thing keeping him from flying off the handle.  He just wanted to get himself under control so he wouldn’t take any of it out on her.  But ironically, by not saying anything, she was already getting a taste of where his mood lay.

“Russell?”

He sighed heavily.  “Yeah, baby?”

“Could you tell me what just happened?  I was kinda imprisoned, y’know.”  She smiled, but her eyes were big and the smile did not touch them.

“Some fuckin’ photographer tried to get a picture of us.”

“Oh.”  Deb sat quietly for another minute.  Then spoke again, “Did he get the picture?”

“No, I yanked it off him.”

“Then everything’s all right?”

Russell turned towards her and stared into her eyes.  “You okay, luv?”

“Well, I could do with something from you, but, yeah.  I’m fine.”

“Ah, baby,” he said as he gathered her into his embrace, “I’m sorry.”  He held her gently, not moving, just anchoring himself with her in his arms.

When they got back to the hotel, Russell had planned on ordering up a couple of steaks for lunch.  He was starving, knew Deb would be too and wanted a hearty meal to see them through until Debra had to leave.  He had some very definite ideas about what he wanted to do with the rest of their day together and it would involve a lot of expended energy.  But first, he decided it was high time, fast or not, wrong or not, to discuss his feelings with her and define their relationship.  He had a schedule that would wrench him from his Raven Haired Alto and wanted to establish a more permanent connection with her.  He hoped she would want the same, with all that would entail.

But first, he had a couple of phone calls to make, so lunch would have to wait a bit.  First to Mark, getting him updated on what had happened, then to Miranda, his publicist, to do the same.  He was relieved when she agreed that it was probably nothing to be concerned about, but assured him she was on top of it, should the worst occur.  But he wasn’t ready to answer her next question.

“Russell, what about this girl?  You need to keep me updated on that, too, you know.”  Miranda’s slight Louisiana drawl always made Russell smile, even as upset as he was about why they were talking, he felt his mood begin to shift.

“Miranda, when I know, you’ll know, but I have to talk to Debra first, okay?”

“Okay, I can be on a plane as soon as you need me.”

“Thanks, luv, I know I can count on you.”

Then he went back out to the sitting room, finding Deb on her own phone.  He listened without her knowing it, hearing her excitedly telling Fern (he could tell it was Fern by the sudden amount of “dudes” that laced her speech) about her afternoon.

“And, oh my God, I was able to sing everything they threw at me.  Dude, it was spectacular.  And I think they liked my voice, they certainly seemed to be having as good a time as I was.  I know!  It was super-bitchin-cool, dude!  Yeah, oh, wait a second, I think he’s done, I don’t hear him –“ as she turned and saw him in the doorway, she smiled, looking directly at him as she laughed into the phone.  “Yeah, little eavesdropper is done.  Yeah, I know, what a perve.”  Russell gave her a wounded look and a “who me?” gesture.  “Yeah, I gotta go, doofus.”  She closed her phone, staring at him pointedly.

“You were eavesdropping,” she stated simply.

“Yeah, I was.”

“Naughty lads like you get punished for that, you know.”

Russell became serious, eager to talk to her, now that he had made the decision to do so.

“Debra, I need to talk to you.”

Debra’s eyes widened.  “Sounds serious, what’s wrong?  Do we need to stop seeing each other cuz of that photographer?  I understand –”

“No, no, NO!  Just listen, okay?  This is gonna sound weird, but I need to tell you all this and I need to get it all out before you jump to any conclusions, so just listen, all right?”

Debra nodded at him, and he hated the ‘roo in the headlamps look once again adorning her face.  He certainly had given her that feeling a lot today, he thought ruefully.

"Okay, here it is.  There have been a number of women in my life as I’m certain you know, but not nearly as many as you think.  Most nights, I actually sleep alone.  I’m no bed of roses, but I will try to do that for a sheila, if I’m moved that way.  Shit, I’m getting ahead of myself.  Look, I don’t stay in many relationships because, quite frankly, I’ve not met a woman ready to put up with the crap that being in a relationship with me requires.  You know I travel, you know my work’s the most important thing to me.  You know that I spend as much time in Australia as I can, on my farm.  You know that my band is important to me.  And I’m sure you know that being in the public eye is part and parcel to being with me.  It’s a completely different life than you’re used to.  But if you’re willing, if you want to handle all of that, I want you to stay with me, to be with me.”

Debra had remained silent as he had asked, but now he desperately needed her to say something, and he needed that something to be “Yes.”

He knelt down in front of her holding her hands in his.  “Please, luv, tell me.  I know it’s such a short amount of time that we’ve been together, but I’ve had you in my thoughts for a year and I know that you’ve been getting to know about me for almost as long.  Whaddaya say?  Want to get to know the real me?”

When she spoke, he had to strain to hear her.  “Russell, are…are you asking me to be your…girlfriend?”

He giggled.  What an incredibly simple way she had of putting it.  “Yeah, baby, that’s what I want.”

She searched his eyes, he thought maybe to assure herself of something.  Of his sincerity?  He had never been more sincere in his life and hoped she could tell that just by looking at him, because she was focused on him so intently, he thought maybe she was trying to divine the answer from his eyes.

“Rock and Roll, baby.  Full weight.”  She fetched a long sigh and then said, with the most beautiful lopsided grin he had seen on her face ever, “Yeah, Russell Crowe, I’ll be your girlfriend.”

He got up from the floor and laughed happily as he picked her up and carried her to the bedroom, where he got onto the bed with her and started pulling off her clothing as she did his.  She held his navy blue flannie over the side of the bed and dropped it on the floor.

“My first request as your girlfriend is that we burn Big Blue.  Deal?”

“No deal, you barmy sheila,” he growled as he pushed her naked body back onto the bed.

His cock was up against his belly and all he wanted was to have her, to possess her, if he could.  She must have felt the same way because she hungrily pulled him on top of her, seemingly welcoming his weight.

“Oh, fuck, Deb, I gotta have you right now,” he whispered huskily in her ear, loving that shiver she reacted with to his voice.

And received the same sensation as she whispered right back into his ear, “Then take me, lover, I want you to, I want you to ram your cock into me hard and fuck me like there’s no tomorrow.”

With a harsh groan he thrust himself into her, amazed at how ready she was for him, at how her body seemed to relish his.  He didn’t, couldn’t make love to her.  Just this one time, he had to fuck her.  He rammed in hard and fast as she kept telling him to, hoarsely, her alto spurring him on, until he just felt all of his abilities to think and feel concentrate into his cock.  It was fast, it was harsh, but it was so beautiful.  And when they came together, crying out each other’s name, he felt as if they had sealed a pact.  They were bound lovers, and couldn’t be parted.

She seemed to have divined something from him after all.  As they drifted off into a post-coital nap, she whispered, “Yes, Russell, I belong to you.  And you,” she sighed, “you belong to me.”

He hadn’t realized just how badly he’d wanted to hear that.

~*~

Debra stirred about a half hour later.  She found herself enveloped by Russell, not an entirely unpleasant position to be in, she smiled to herself.  He had his arm wrapped tightly about her waist, bent at the elbow so his hand could hold her breast.  His head was tucked into the crook of her shoulder and one leg was thrown across her hip.  But he was like a heater and she was too warm.

Her heart sped up as she remembered what had transpired.  “I belong to you,” she had said.  She couldn’t believe it.  Four little words and now her life had been completely changed.  Her bottom-line requirements were screaming for attention.  What did it mean?  Would she quit all of her commitments and begin following him all over the globe?  Or would he expect her to set up shop on his ranch and wait by the door until he came home?  That wasn’t something she wanted to do.  What was she willing to part with from her life?

Debra knew how demanding he had been reported to be and wondered what was expected of her and what she wanted and did the two have a good compromise that she and Russell would be happy with?  She found that her heart wasn’t the only thing to be speeding up.  She was now labouring to breathe and it wasn’t just from how tightly he was holding her.  Had she been too hasty?  Was this a decision she should have taken a couple of days to think about?

He must have felt the change in her body because he murmured in his sleep something that sounded like, “Go back to sleep.”

She thought about the few days that they had been together.  It felt like they had always been together.  She suddenly realized that none of the specifics mattered.  She did belong to him, and he to her.  The rest would just have to sort itself out.

She daydreamed for a bit about what it would be like, then her eyes flew open and her heart jackhammered in her chest even harder than before.  Oh, fuck, he’ll want me to fly with him.  She had never flown before.  And not for lack of trying.  She had purchased her plane ticket for California, but had chickened out right there in the concourse, turning in her ticket and heading straight for the nearest Amtrak station.  That behemoth out on the tarmac could just go on without her, thank you very much.  Terra Firma, thy name is golden.  If people were meant to fly, they could just bloody well grow wings for fuck’s sake.  She’d be on the ground safe and sound.  Amen.

Now her beating heart woke him up all the way and he grumped at her.

“Fuck, Deb, what is going on?  I can feel your heart beating a mile a minute.  Are you okay?”

“Fine!” she squeaked at him, anything but.

He pulled himself off her, grumbling about barmy sheilas and how hungry he was.  He rolled over, called room service and ordered that lunch he had mentioned earlier.  Then he pulled her back to face him and stared at her.

“Now, what’s got you all riled up?  And don’t tell me nothin’ cuz no one’s heart beats like that when they’re okay.”

“Uh, well, I don’t know how to break this to you, but, well, uh –”

“Spit it out, Deb.  I’m sleepy, grumpy and dopey, and that’s three dwarves you don’t want to mess with.”  But she could hear a small smile in his voice.

“I don’t fly very well.  That is, I’ve never flown at all.”

“Ever?”

“Never.”

“But you came from Florida.”

“Train.”

“College?”

“Car.”

Russell chuckled sweetly.  “Well, baby, you’re gonna have to learn.  That’s all there is to it.  But I’ll tell you this, first class is the easiest thing to get used to and you’ll definitely have privacy if you need to chunder.”

“Oh, fuck.”

He kissed her forehead and whispered, “I’ll be with you, baby, no worries, okay?”

“’Kay.”  But she didn’t sound too convinced.

Lunch arrived and they scrambled into their clothing.

Over lunch, which really should be considered dinner, she thought, given how late it was, he told her about how they would need to talk to his publicist and decide if their relationship needed to be announced to the media, or if they could keep it under wraps for awhile.  He also broached the subject of his schedule and asked how she’d feel about taking a leave of absence from the radio station to accompany him during his travels, laying out a basic itinerary.  This brought up the unfortunate subject of money.  Russell didn’t care, but it was important to Deb that she not become a “kept woman”.

“But, baby, money I got.  Let me take care of you.”

“Russell, I don’t want to feel like a –”

“Like a what?  Come on, luv.  Be reasonable.  I asked you into this.  It’s my responsibility to make sure you can do it.  And I don’t care what that takes.  It’s just not important enough.  And besides,” he stopped her before she could argue, “when Manny makes you a double platinum artist on his label, you’ll be making enough so I can retire.  Then you can take care of me.  Deal?”

Deb had to laugh at his certainty of her success.

“Think of it as a holiday I’m taking you on.  Then we’ll hook you and Manny up and the money will sort itself out.  Whaddaya say?”

“I’m not gonna win this one, am I?”

“Nah, luv, not a chance.”

“Then I accept.  But I’m paying for any personal shit that comes along.”

“Fair enough.”

They finished their meal and decided to do something uncomplicated given how complicated they both knew their lives were about to become.  They ordered up a movie on the room’s television and snuggled on the couch.  Russell was able to persuade room service to rustle them up some popcorn and they sat like two teenagers on the couch alternatively necking and watching the film.

When it was over, Deb said she needed a shower before she left and Russell joined her.  And as he washed her back, she wriggled her backside into him and soon he had leaned her forward and began stroking her.  She felt herself needing him as she always did.  She couldn’t get over her own base needs, rising so quickly as they had over these days since he had come tearing into her life.  She was in a constant state of readiness for him.  She was almost embarrassed by it, but he seemed to love it.  She loved that sometimes he made love to her, sometimes he made love with her and sometimes, he just simply fucked her.  She had never realized that she would be one of those women who appreciated the simple fuck, a cock in her cunt and nothing more.  And she thought maybe it was because that even when he took her that way, there was still mutual respect between them and that this was just something they both loved to do.

When he finally entered her, she let out a deep sigh and felt herself almost immediately ramping up into a climax.  He could get her there so easily, she thought maybe she was just a tramp, albeit a late blooming one.  And she loved hearing him speak to her in that beautifully honey-drenched baritone of his, the one that rode through her mind and straight into her sex, making her wet and wanting.

“Oh, fuck, Deb , I love your body, I love how you respond to me,” she heard him rumble in her ear over the falling water.

“Yes,” was all she could get out.  And then she was crying out his name as she tipped over into a body ripping orgasm, spasming back into him, and felt him pull her to him hard as he came also.  He kissed the back of her neck and shoulders as they tried to catch their breath.  They stood there for many minutes reveling in the feel of their bodies together, kissing and cuddling each other.

“I think we’re pruning,” Deb finally said quietly.  Russell chuckled at her and they rinsed off and got out.

She packed up her belongings after drying off, having scooped her wet hair into a ponytail, not wanting to take the time to dry it.  It was now pushing seven-thirty and she would be hard pressed to make it to the station on time.  Russell had this sad little look on his face that made her heart ache, but she had to go.  She had a commitment and he would just have to understand that.  He had commitments, too, and she had to understand that.

“I wish you didn’t have to go,” he whispered as he held her close.

“Me too, baby.”  She looked up into his eyes, their decision really starting to hit her.  “Will this really work?”

“We’re gonna make it work, luv.  Rock and Roll, remember?”

“Full weight,” she smiled at him.  “I sure have a lot to do in the next couple of weeks.  But I’m in.”

“I’m gonna show you the best time, baby.  You won’t regret it.”  He kissed her long and hard and then walked her down to the lobby where Ben was waiting to take her to the station.

Chapter Eight or Index for Strange Affair

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