As the clocked chimed 2am, Robbo stirred. He had fallen asleep on the sofa and in his sleep he dreamt of Kat, the murmur of her name passed our of his dream into the cold apartment.
He tossed and turn, his black vest rising over his taut stomach, the moon from the window casting a gentle glow around his slumbering form.
Suddenly as if the dream have finally reached its unhappy zennith, Robbo sat upright, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, the imagine of burned on his retina. He heard her behind him, smelled her perfume on the air, her footsteps coming closer.
"Kat?" he asked, turning...
"I can be, for you". The voice didn't match the memory of his dreams,l, the softness of her lilt was off...
Dressed in a silken dressing gown, Colby had watched Robbo from the bedroom door, stroking the silken material between his fingers. It was worn in places and he imagined how often Kat had done the same thing, wearing the same outfit. He hadn't planned to act tonight, just to watch silently but now he had awoken and the time was right, the time was now.
"What?" Robbo asked, confusion softening his timbre of his voice, as something hardened beneath the silk gown.
"I can be Kat, for you, for tonight. Just let it happen..."
As Colby sat beside him, tucking his foot expertly under him just like she did tilting his head perfectly, Robbo felt a stirring he didn't think he could feel since her death, but it mingled painfully with confusion and shame. Colby read him more easily than any book he had ever picked up, and he lay his hand on Robbo's chest, one finger lazily stroking the burning skin. He felt him tense, and then relax as he tensed and felt himself harden further.
"Kat". Not a question, a statement this time. "Oh Kat", a yearning, a plea this time.
"Yes" whispered Colby, and Robbo looked up, into his eyes, as pale as hers were dark, looked upon his hair, as fair as hers was black. A cloud passed across the moon, darkening all within the room.
Colby leant forward tentatively, stopping so close that only their breaths intermingled,
running a finger gently down his face. Robbo felt the tightening inside his shorts, the yearning for release as it too succumbed to Colby's gentle touch. He cupped Colby's face in shaking hands and pulled him in for a kiss, then former, harder, no pause for breath or thought, just sensation and passion, the pain of nails on flesh, teeth on tender skin.
Colby tore off Robbo's vest, together they removed his shorts, releasing him and the breath caught in Colby's throat. He kept on the bathrobe, simply pulling it aside to give Robbo access as they collapsed onto the sofa, wrapped in the ecstasy of each others embrace.
In the morning, Colby lay wrapped in a tangle of dressing gown and blankets on the sofa, Robbo's clothes spilt across the floor as he stood at the kitchen counter, calmly, serenely making coffee.
This time Colby stirs and sits, watched from behind. He stutters, "last night... I've never... I just..." Robbo strides across the room, coffee cups left on the kitchen side, his manhood confidently proud and eager as he puts a finger to Colby's lips. "Shhhh....
It's ok Kat, we've found each other again ".
He takes his hand away, replacing it with his hot lips, pulling the blanket and gown away from Colby's naked body and replacing it with his fervent form.
The coffee goes cold and from the pocket of Kat's gown rolls the drugs Colby lifted from the hospital. He would have to make sure he made the next coffee...