The Recluse

My smile widened, and I kissed her. "I'm a chef." She smiled at that, and it was a smile I had never seen before. It was unburdened, weightless, and simple. And then it all came out. She told me everything, all the things I wanted to know, she now told me. Where she was born, who her parents were, where she'd gone to school, what she'd written. And when I asked her questions, she answered. And then she asked me. We spent most of the day entangled in the bedroom, finding out all these things. Occasionally we stepped out for some food, but returned always to the same places. And the more I knew about her, the more she knew about me, the more desperate I became for Morse to fuck me. Not make love, as we had done last night, but proper fuck me. I could barely believe the thoughts I was having as I told Morse about opening the café. I imagined myself sprawled across the counter, legs splayed wide, with Morse in between them, thrusting with her hand, between us, hard and even. I saw myself gasping for breath, eyes shuttering and flickering with overwhelming pleasure, and finally screaming out my climax, making Morse's name.

"Lenore?" I felt Morse's arms around my waist shake me a little, "Lenore? Are you ok?"

"Yes... why?"

"You suddenly stopped talking. Where did you go?"

I turned to look at her, her blank face now begging me to tell her.

"I was just... fantasising."

"About what?" There was a note of panic in her voice, as if I had been fantasising about someone other than her. I slid my arms round her neck and kissed her on the cheek.

"About you... and me... in my café."

"What?"

"I want you to fuck me," she flinched, "In my café."

"You...are you serious?"

"Come on, it'll be fun."

"Someone might see us," she replied seriously, "What if we get caught?"

"No one's going to see us. It's already dark. And besides, there's nothing they can do if they do catch us."

"I can't."

"Yes you can. Don't you want to fuck me?" She flinched again but the look in her eyes betrayed her.

"See? Come on, let's get dressed."

I leapt out of bed, and Morse slowly followed me. She shucked on her jeans and a shirt, and then disappeared into the bathroom while I straightened my hair and pulled on my dress.

I hurried down the hill, Morse unwillingly in tow, and dragged her across the moor to the backdoor of my shop. As I fumbled with the keys, Morse kissed my jaw and said, "Are you sure about this?"

"I've never wanted anything more than I want this." I grabbed her hand as I opened the door and took her to the counter where we'd first met. I leaned back against it and pulled Morse's waist toward me. And as her hips hit mine, I felt something between her legs, something inside her jeans. I frowned in confusion and looked at Morse's face, and there was a mischievous grin fixed there. I opened her fly and my jaw dropped as my hand found its way to something long and thick fixed to Morse's hips. I withdrew a strap-on from her pants, a big one.

"I can't believe you have one of these." I whispered with breathless delight.

"You said you wanted me to fuck you," Morse replied, and she thrust her hips towards mine, the strap-on pressing against me in a most delicious way. It flooded my pussy like nothing else. I wasted no time. I jumped up onto the counter and slipped my legs apart as Morse moved between them. I felt the thing again, this time Morse was pushing it slowly into me, filling me. I lay back on the counter and sighed as the Morse filled me, and retreated slowly, almost coming out completely. Her hands found heir way under my top and to my breast and she gently pinched my nipples as she thrust in and out, steady and strong as a piston. I began to moan desperately, and Morse increased her rhythm, thrusting and pinching faster. Then one hand went down to my clitoris, and she worked it gently while her hips worked hard. I was so enthralled by the pleasure of it I barely remembered my own name. I began now to scream and clutch at Morse, my orgasm rising quickly as she drilled into me, fucking me hard with the strap on and teasing my clit, until I wailed out my orgasm like an animal, all arrant limbs and twitches.

The next few months, I thought, were as close as real life can be to properly idyllic. As the stormy winter was seduced by spring, Morse began to understand the town better and she began to see just how much feeling I had for her. Thus she began to emerge slowly from her shell. She came out into public with me more, so I had the opportunity now to really introduce her to the townsfolk, face to face, not through description and pointing from afar. She was still twitchy and stammered, but she was very civil and affable too. And despite Morse's disinclination to socialisation, everyone seemed to like the weird, beautiful, puzzling stranger that they met. Morse even paid for the ballet school's end of year concert, which made her the all-round darling, and her quiet kindness was revealed. From then on she became the sort of fairy-godmother of the town. Whenever anybody needed something, they would come to me, and I would ask her, and it would miraculously happen. She never said no to me.

What surprised me was how well people seemed to be taking our relationship. Although the village isn't fervently religious or puritanical, nobody in it ever does anything out of the ordinary. I had expected someone to sniff haughtily at me or perhaps a gob of spit at my feet, or perhaps just a subtle stare every now and then. But to my disappointment, there was not a whisper of anything. Everyone seemed quite pleased actually. Maybe they were worried I'd die alone, and were just relieved I'd found someone to save me from that. I had to admit I was.

On the other hand, I did often wondered how fate had transpired to land me with a woman. I pored over my own past, looking for some sign, some indication of this inclination, and yet found none. I considered calling my mother for a period, to see if she had ever suspected, but reconsidered after realising that this would be followed by a rather awkward conversation about why I was asking. After bouncing it all around in my head, I decided it best to forget these questions. They really were irrelevant. It didn't matter why such a turn had taken place, only that it had, and I ought to be thankful for it.

One Sunday afternoon, after an indulgent morning in my bed with the paper, I decided to pop down to the café and do a bit of a clean-up. I threw on some jeans and a shirt and made the short trip down the road to my café. As I unlocked the back door, I couldn't help but glance up at the house on the hill, and I couldn't help but smile. It no longer loomed over the village like an awful spectre. It was a comfort now. Not just to me. To everyone.

I set about my work intently, (though not enthusiastically) wiping down the tables and resorting the store room. I grinned lasciviously as I wiped down the counter and remembered what fun we'd had there. I proceeded to the kitchen to give the whole thing a good scrub down, and then attended to the fridge. I was kneeling by the fridge, surrounded by assorted vegetables and fruits when I suddenly felt someone's arms round my waist. I jumped a little and made a weird noise, but with a kiss on my neck I realised who it was.

"Jesus, Morse, you scared the life out of me," I whispered as I put a sweet potato on the correct shelf, "What are you doing here?"

"I wanted to ask you something."

"Mmm?" I replaced a hefty wad of steaks.

"Do you like my house?" I furrowed my brow and turned to look at her. I thought it was an odd question, but she seemed to be serious.

"Of course I like it. I love it. It's beautiful. It's amazing, actually."

"Do you like Lev?"

"Of course I do." I replied, yet more baffled. "Morse, where is this going?"

"I just wanted to check you liked...everything... before I asked you to move in."

My jaw fell wide open. "Are you serious?"

"I had a key made. I was going to just give you the key so you could get in. But I want you to stay in."

I squealed in delight and grabbed Morse in the tightest hug I could manage. She fell to the floor, I on top of her, and I giggled deliriously as I repositioned myself on her hips. She delicately as ever put her hands on my hips and asked, "So, will you... move in?" I pressed my forehead to hers and replied, "That's the stupidest question you've ever asked me. Of course I will."

She took my face in her hands and kissed me intensely, and I slid my hands up under her t-shirt until they tickled the underside of her breasts. Morse suddenly broke the kiss as her eyes fell back and a moaned escaped from her mouth. Knowing how amazing this woman was and knowing I could do this to her was unbelievably erotic to me. I didn't let her mouth go without my attention for very long. I covered hers with mine again, and she came alive enough to kiss me back in a vague way, but she was clearly more focused on my fingers gently rolling her nipple. I proceeded painfully slowly down her neck and made her sit up long enough to shuck off her coat and slip her t-shirt off completely. She slumped immediately back down and I immediately sent my tongue to her nipple and my hand to the top of her pants. Morse put a languid hand to my head and ran it through my hair as my mouth proceeded south and my hand deftly undid her fly. As her hips bucked I took the opportunity to slip her jeans and her panties off, and in one fell swoop she was naked on my floor, lying on her coat and surrounded by the contents of my fridge.

I restarted my progress just below her ribs, licking and slightly flicking at her breasts while my fingers just grazed her pussy. Her breathing picked up as my mouth descended and she cried out when it found her clit. I played with it in my mouth, rolling it around and sucking at it gently while my hands crept back up to her nipples. She bucked and rolled wildly and her hands roved over mine and down to my head. She was wordless, but she groaned with a force that spoke volumes. My ministrations on her accelerated, and two fingers pressed into her, quickly flitting in and out. Morse continued to surge her hips until her back arched stiffly and her face strained to form a silent 'o' on her mouth. I continued tonguing until she went limp and came back to normal breathing, then slid back up to lie beside her on her coat. And as I slid my hand across her belly, Morse seemed to suddenly awaken, and she put her hands on my shoulder and threw me down, lunging on top of me. She assaulted my mouth with animal ferocity, and as I ran my fingers up her naked back I could feel the muscles tensing and relaxing. I gasped into Morse's mouth when her fingers ploughed into me, and sighed when her thumb found my clit. She quickly drummed up a rhythm, and I found myself bucking desperately against her hand while her tongue found all kind of interesting things to do in my mouth. Still, without warning, my orgasm reared up inside me, and I cried into Morse's mouth as I left solid ground.

Morse fluttered kisses all over my face as I came back down to earth, and for a little while we simply lay there, intertwined and exhausted. But eventually I gained the presence of mind to get up and shut the open fridge. As the door shut, I felt Morse behind me. She laid her hands on my shoulders and kissed me where my hair met my bare neck which made me shiver. Her hands slid down to my shirt buttons and she delicately unlooped them until she could slip my shirt off. Then they scuttled up my back and unhooked my bra, and I sighed as the bra fell away and my breasts were freed. Morse's mouth made a track down my shoulder as her hands attended my fly. Within a moment my jeans had fallen away and Morse's hands were on my breasts, while she nuzzled my neck. My orgasm was fantastic, but this was having an effect too. I wrapped my arms round hers and held onto her waist while her fingers proceeded to my waistband. She probed inside my panties, tickling the spot just above my lips until I moaned, at which point she slid the panties off. Now, as she stood behind me, her hands roaming my body and my heart out of control with the effort of beating, Morse whispered in my ear, "In love. With you."

Morse wrapped us both in her coat and we sat huddled together amongst the vegetables. Even though the floor was hard and the air was quite nippy, it was just so lovely to sit quietly, being held, feeling Morse's slow steady breath. There was a riveting peace about Morse when she was like this for me. This was her doing what she did best. Sitting quietly, showing love.

After the silence Morse turned to me with a furrowed brow, making her look like Beethoven again. For a moment she just stared at me, as if she was searching my face for something. But she just put her face in my neck and murmured, "I hope you know what this means."

"Tell me, what does it mean?" I said playfully.

"There are two things in this world for me," she declared calmly. "Those I need and those I don't need. If I need it, it can be found in my house."

I pulled her back and looked her in the eye again.

"Are you saying you need me?" I asked. And with a quick wan smile Morse replied,

"That's the stupidest question you've ever asked me." And with a shiver, I smiled.

"Are you cold?" Morse inquired with concern, "Shall we get dressed and go home?"

"Yes. Let's. Home."