This is a short story I wrote for a LiveJournal contest. The subject was 'instep' - the arch in your foot - which was at first rather weird to try to write about. But, I think it turned out pretty well. It's not done yet, but I thought I'd post what I have so far while I wait for my mojo to come back.
The fingers of daylight were only just beginning to peel through the thin curtains drawn over the large windows. The candles had melted away to nothing short of stumps, their small tongues of fire barely hanging for breath. The sweat smell of sweat and her rose-scented perfume wafted gently through the still morning air. Her fingers raked through her long brunette hair, her skin sliding against the bed sheets.
"You don't really have to go to work today, do you?" she broke the silence, her voice gentle and almost a mimic of a cat's contented purr.
"Unfortunately, I do."
His hands smoothed over her bare skin, gently massaging, as he sat at the foot of the bed, her legs draped over his lap. She pushed herself up so that she was leaning on one elbow, watching his fingers as they glided.
"The apartment doesn't pay for itself," he reminded her, having caught the look that had begun to seep into her dark gray eyes.
"I know." She focused as his hands moved lower, sliding over the bone of her ankle and along the heel of her foot. "But, it's only one day. You never take a day off from work, how could your boss possibly get angry if you just took off one day?"
He smiled. "My boss knows what I'd be doing to his precious granddaughter if I didn't show up for work," he responded slyly. "There's a reason I haven't gotten a day off in so long, you know."
Her only response was a mischevious grin as she drew herself up to stand on her knees before him. Her arms wrapped around his neck, her hands sliding over his shoulders and down his back lightly, intimately.
"Can I help it if I want to spend all day alone with you?" she asked, whispering as her lips grazed his ear.
"I guess not." His green eyes caught hers as she pulled back from him, his hands catching her firmly at her waist.