Chapter 12: Dreams
When I strolled outta Nathan's room, I sneakily left my phone on his bed, right near his junk. The plan? Katniss would find the phone and get an eyeful of Nathan's exposed goods. I didn't leave it on the nightstand 'cause if she spotted it right away, she might miss the whole show and just bounce with the phone, making all my scheming pointless.
Katniss had already stepped into Nathan's room. My heart was thumping like crazy. I kept quiet, straining to catch any sounds from in there. Since she shut the door after helping me in, it was tough to hear anything.
But as time ticked by, it was clear that if she was just hunting for the phone, she should've found it by now. It had been like 10 minutes, and she still hadn't come out.
Something had to be going down in there; otherwise, why would she be taking so long? I was getting super antsy, itching to sneak a peek. But just as I was about to get up and check, I held back. If I barged in and spooked them, all my plotting would go down the drain.
So, I stayed put, pressing my ear against the door, trying to catch any sounds from Nathan's room. Even with my ear glued to the door, all I could hear were occasional car honks from outside, making the silence even more deafening.
Time dragged on, and just as I was about to give up and hit the sack, I heard a soft, enticing sound from Nathan's room, "Hmm..." It was Katniss. She always made that sound when she was turned on. It was just a moan, but it was so damn sexy, like a sweet melody stuck in your head.
My mind went into overdrive. Hearing Katniss's muffled, sexy moans from Nathan's room, my body started shaking. Was it really happening? In my head, I pictured Katniss stripping off her nightgown, Nathan's underwear coming off, both of them naked. With Nathan passed out drunk, Katniss was on top, riding him. She was all over herself, caressing her perky breasts. Their bodies were slick with each other's juices, moving together. When Katniss lifted her hips, you could see Nathan's hard-on buried between her legs, their pubes glistening in the moonlight.
Snapping out of my fantasy, I wondered if Katniss was really getting it on with Nathan. Was my imagination running wild, or was it real? It seemed nuts, but her moans were still coming from Nathan's room, and it had been a solid 30 minutes since she went in. By now, I was rock hard too, but I didn't dare touch myself, afraid I'd miss any sounds from the other room.
After about 5 more minutes, Katniss let out a loud moan, then everything went quiet. I knew that sound - it was the one she made when she climaxed. We'd been married for years, and she only made that noise a few times. I knew she had just hit her peak in Nathan's room. It was so damn hot. Even though I hadn't seen anything, just hearing those sounds had me more turned on than ever. My body felt numb, like I was floating on a high, drifting towards Nathan's room.
I don't know how long it had been when I heard the door creak open in Nathan's room. I quickly pressed my face against the small glass on my bedroom door, trying to get a peek into the living room. Holding my breath, I waited, heart pounding.
Soon enough, Katniss, looking all flushed and rosy, came into view. Her face had that post-orgasm glow, like a ripe peach, totally irresistible. She closed Nathan's door and started fixing herself up, smoothing out her messy hair, adjusting her bra, and straightening her wrinkled nightgown. Her breathing was still a bit heavy, like she hadn't fully come down from her high.
Through the blurry glass, I noticed her hair and nightgown looked a bit damp. After a quick tidy-up, she headed to the bathroom. Was she gonna clean herself up? The sound of running water soon confirmed it. I tried to calm my racing heart and dragged my numb body back to bed.
I was sure something had gone down between Katniss and Nathan. I'd have to wait until tomorrow night to check the recording for the full scoop. My mind was a mess, buzzing with thoughts, giving me a headache. Achieving my goal so fast felt unreal.
After a while, the water stopped, and I knew Katniss was coming back. I tried to calm myself, regulating my breathing, and pretended to be asleep, turning towards the inner side of the bed. Usually, I slept on the outer side, and Katniss on the inner. This way, I could sneak a peek at her reactions with my eyes half-closed.
Katniss walked in, and I heard her opening the closet, rummaging around. Soon, she slipped off her slippers and climbed into bed, lying on the inner side. I caught a whiff of her freshly showered scent, a faint fragrance of shower gel.
She turned towards me, gently stroking my cheek. I cracked my eyes open just a bit and saw her looking at me with a mix of love, guilt, pain, and self-blame. Her hand was trembling slightly.
I noticed she had changed into a different nightgown. What happened to the one she was wearing before? She must've taken it off in the bathroom and put on a new one. Could it be?
Time seemed to crawl. Suddenly, Katniss started crying, silent tears streaming down her face. She leaned in, kissed my cheek, and her tears fell on my face. I knew they were her tears. She stayed like that for a while, then lay back down, gazing at me for a moment before turning away.
I fully opened my eyes, taking in her sexy figure from behind. Her silhouette was still so alluring, from her long, smooth legs to her round butt, slender waist, and captivating long hair. But was this body still mine alone? Was I the only one who could enjoy it? Was it still clean?
Feeling her tears cool on my face, I didn't dare wipe them away, afraid she'd realize I wasn't asleep. Her irregular breathing and trembling back told me she was still crying. I let the tears dry naturally, trying to fall asleep with the help of alcohol, but it was useless. Tonight was a sleepless night for both of us.
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