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She slipped free of the black corset, silk sliding down skin still warm from the shop lights. The last time she wore this was September 19th, 2013. I remembered the date before she said it. I remembered how it had held her then, tight across the hips, a razor line beneath each breast. When it dropped to the floor I could see the faint indentations the boning had left. I traced one with my thumb, slow enough to feel the skin rise again. She shivered, laughed under her breath. The mirror across the room threw back her reflection doubled: bare breasts, long thighs, the soft wet glint between them when she shifted her stance. She stepped out of the heels last. Six inches of red patent, now kicked to the side like she wanted nothing between us. My hand found the back of her neck; she answered with the flat of her palm against my stomach, pressing until I gave an inch, then leaned in herself. Her mouth tasted faintly metallic from the cheap hotel champagne we'd opened without glasses. She sucked at the skin beneath my ear while her fingers worked my zipper, cold and quick. When I lifted her onto the dresser the wood creaked, one drawer sliding partway open with a wooden sound like distant laughter. She wrapped her legs high around my waist and took me in at once, no slow angle, just the sudden grip of heat inside her. She smelled of the hotel soap, of the leather of the suitcase on the bed, of her. She bit the air between us as I thrust, hard rhythmic strokes that lifted her ass off the fake-granite surface with every push. Sweat pearled at the hollow of her throat; I licked it away and she breathed my name like an afterthought. The mirror caught it all from an angle we would never see directly: the roll of her shoulder blades, the slow slippage of her thigh against my ribs, the way her fingers fisted and released in the small of my back as if marking time. It didn't matter that the past was still on the floor in black lace. What mattered was the heat we made now, the salt on her lips, the slick sound of us, the single crack of thunder outside that made the window shudder and drowned the groan that escaped her. When she came her teeth caught my lip; when I followed it felt like the room narrowed to the join of our bodies and nothing else.