EXTRACT FOR
The Musician's Muse
(Maggie Abrams)

    

      It was late when he finally came home that night. The cold had driven him home earlier than normal; it was almost time for the first snow to come again in the city. After being at work for a few hours, he decided to go home and he'd catch up with the guys later in the week. Coming up on four in the morning very few people were out on the streets, but he hurried home nonetheless in hopes of catching a few hours of sleep before the sun rose to high to allow such a nicety. 

      With heavy tired steps he trudged up the long stairway to the fifth floor apartment that he shared with Sean. A friend from college he would probably just now be going to bed as well having been gone for so long and having limited opportunities to seeing his girlfriend and talking to her. Sean and Casey seemed happy, and that thought brought down Dylan even more than his dark mood already permitted. 

      He dropped his keys outside the apartment door, and cursed his luck as the light flicked in and out of its shining glory. Could his night get any worse? He was already cold wet and lonely only to go in and slip in to an empty bed. He finally managed to locate his keys in the ancient carpet that ran the length of the hallway. He stabbed the key in to its hole and turned the key unlocking the door. A light was on in the kitchen area that shined into the living room. Sean always left it on, so that Dylan had a way of seeing his way to the hall and to his room. 

      Dylan slipped his shirt off as he quietly crept down the hallway to his room past Sean's room and the bathroom. As he passed the bathroom the faint smell of some unknown flower filled his senses. He lingered there and absorbed the trick his mind was playing on him. He knew he was lonely for Jessie he just didn't know how lonely till now, he would have sworn that that was the same scent as her skin. He shook his head and banished the thought no point in further darkening his already dark state of mind.

      He got to his room and opened the door, and turned on the light before closing his door once more. Shirt in hand he tossed it in to the hamper and turned to face the big bed in the room. He had expected to find his bed empty, but instead found that a very soft female body lay in it, and it appeared to him that she was naked. Closing his eyes knowing it was just a trick of his mind; he thought the female body to be gone when he opened them. She wasn't. She sighed in her sleep and then rolled over the light sheet that had been coving her from her bottom down now slid down her stomach and showed a little more flesh. Her body was soft and curvy her naked breasts peaked with tiny rose-colored nipples that hardened when she shivered. Dylan recognized the body, it was Jessie's...but what was she doing here? She should be home across the country, not here in his bed, although the sight before him was breath taking and he was happy she was here, Dylan began to wonder just what had forced her to come to him. She would have no money and that was ok he would take care of her. 

      Dylan finished stripping out of his pants and climbed in to bed with Jessie. She naturally cuddled up next to him and he went still till she stopped her wiggling against his already aroused body. He had never met anyone that could arouse him as fast or as strongly as her. Just the scent in the bathroom had him aching and wanting. She ended up throwing her leg over his hip and her arms around his neck. He leaned down and pulled the blankets up over her frozen body and began to distantly rub her body. That is how he fell asleep.