The view is amazing from where I stand. I'm still at the front door. So how will it look, when I'm on the roof deck? And the price for this flat is moderate, even for this part of the city. I look at my phone to check the time, it's a few minutes after six pm and no sign from Maisie. The agent is already waiting at the flat and I don't like to let her wait. So I walk upstairs, ignore the elevator for I have to stay fit. At my age, it's important. But at the third floor I feel my chest burn, I breathe heavily and my poor behind hurts, so I take a little break. When I reach the fourth floor I hear voices behind the flat door, one of them is very familiar and I sigh deeply. Think about turning around, but no, I'm no coward. I push the doorbell and a very attractive woman opens. And she's so young! I'm grateful that I picked the black dress for this occasion which makes me look a little more slim.

„Come in, your husband's already there." she smiles at me.

I suppress the urge to say: „EX!". He's standing right in front of me. And he hasn't changed a bit, but our divorce isn't long ago anyway. I definitely needed more time to deal with his intense and angry gaze!

„What are you doing here?" I hiss without a word of salutation.

We'd always said "Hello", or "Hi, Darling", and we kissed every time we met. A short or a long kiss, but never without passion and love. But now we attack the minute we look at each other.

„I'm paying for this flat so I have the fucking right to be here. Where's Maisie?" he growls.

I shrug.

„She didn't show up, so I got upstairs."

„Typical." he snores.

„Typical Maisie or typical me? You're blaming me for giving this flaw to her. Again." I hiss and he shakes his head.

„I'm late sometimes, too, it stays in the family."

„What family?" I gnarl.

„You wanted a divorce, wasn't my idea."

„Because you fucked the blonde!" I shout.

He suddenly cries:

„Yes, and this is the very reason I consented to the fuckin divorce! Because you always come up with this unimportant slip!"

„Uh." the agent says and moves away from him.

I throw the exposé on the kitchen table and cry back at my Ex:

„Did you really expect me to forgive you? Like: „Oh, I totally understand that you had to put your dick into another woman because I am such a frigid old hag?"

The agent watches the the two fighters with confusion. She had met a lot of couples in her life, a few of them were arguing about something while she showed them the flats. Mocking about the flats, like they were too small, too big, wrong location or „Darling, I told you I wanted a winter garden!". Sometimes one of the partners forgot a document or to switch off the stove, and a fight started. But her presence always stopped them from being too rough. 

These two are exceptional. Not because they talked about something very intimate. No, people like them exists, some kind of emotional exhibitionists. Also not because they are ignoring her, this happens too. It was something in their fight which separated them from the other ones. It seems as if the couple uses their arguments as some kind of foreplay. Because there wasn't cold hate in there eyes, nor raging heat, just love. How can that be? she asks herself. It's paradoxical!

The tall guy answers in a loud voice:

„For example! Understanding is relevant for a good marriage, or not? What do you think?" he asks the agent roughly.

But she's still puzzled and nods slowly. I cry:

„And where was your understanding? When I lost them?" 

„They were fucking dogs! No reason to reject your husband every night!"

„You have been absent all the time, dammit! Troi and Cressy have always been there for me!"

The agent turns to the door and whispers:

„Is your daughter still coming?"

But, of course, we don't hear her. We are fully concentrated on our fight. I grab the keys and start wandering through the flat, he follows me brooding. In the next moment the agent's cell phone rings and I hear her sighing in relief. She answers with a silent sorry and leaves the flat. Just out of our sight, we look at each other and grin.

„This has to stop, Darling." he moans.

„After this, please!" I beg.

He moans again and closes his beautiful eyes. I push him against the vitreous front of the penthouse and kiss him like I'm starving.

„I'm crazy for you..." I breathe.

„Same here. But why must I always play the asshole?" he whispers against my neck.

I giggle and open his zipper. He grabs my butt and I cry out in pain.

„I told you to change position...often enough." he breathes into my ear and bites my earlobe.

I moan. No, my sore muscles from our ride in the morning can't stop my arousal, in fact I love a little pain. Love it when he's a little rough. And I don't have to tell him. He turns us around and pushes me against the window, takes me without hesitating. The agent will be back soon.

But the agent is still shocked by the weird couple and the strange fight she witnessed. After the phone call she walks downstairs to pick a coffee from the coffee shop at the corner of the street. The shop is crowded, she has to wait. Ten minutes later she returns, only finding the exposé and the keys lying on the kitchen table like before. The couple is gone.

                                                              ***

„Mom! Don't tell me you did it again?" Maisie scolds.

„What?" I reply irritated and look up from the recipe book.

„You used me for pretense! I don't get your strange hobby, this house- hunting, we already have a house!"

„Um, I always wanted to be a interior designer and it just interests me." I answer her while mixing the ingredients for the cake.

I hear him giggling in the living room and I glance in his direction with anger.

„What's so funny about it?" I grumble.

„Interior designer!" he laughs while entering the kitchen. And to Maisie: „Sweets, did the agent call you?"

„Yeah, right before. She wanted to know if we are still interested. I said no, like always." she answers and pinches a bit from the cake mixture.

„Hey! Don't!" I laugh.

My husband smiles and takes his eighteen year old daughter in his arms.

„It will never happen again, darling. Won't it, officer?"

„Sure, Puck." I nod.

He smiles and Maisie leaves. I don't know if she believes us. My beautiful husband grabs me now, tenderly from behind, his nose caresses my neck and he sneezes.

„Why are you always covered in flour when you bake?" he sniffs.

„Don't come near then." I smile.

But I love when he is near. Love him holding me like this, his arms around my waist, his nose in my hair. He doesn't let go, anyway, follows me to the kitchen sink, the oven, back to the table. I laugh.

„Did you get stuck on my gold feather?"

„Hm. You're stuck on mine. Can you feel it?" he giggles and presses his dick against my behind.

„Ah! A golden feather! I must have it! I'm gonna be rich!" I yell laughing and grab a big knife.

Tom flees in a rush.

„Help me! Your mother's changed into Michael Myers!" he shouts playfully at Maisie, who's watching tv.

She shakes her head.

„You're so crazy! Can't you behave like normal parents?"

I answer laughing:

„Oh, am I not baking right now? This is so mainstream I'm gonna get sick from it!"

My husband looks guarded around the corner.

„Did you give up chasing me so soon?" he smirks.

„I haven't already started chasing you." I grin. „ I don't have to, you always come back to me anyway. Besides, I have to clean the kitchen." I sigh.

„I'll help you. I want to show you something afterwards."

„Your golden feather?" I snort.

Tom shakes his head.

„Ha, ha. Nope. Something much better."

Later we are in bed and I caress his neck while he searches something on the Mac.

„Ah, there you go. Look."

He turns the machine in my direction and I cry out.

„Oh my god! A walk- in closet! Whirlpool! And again, a large roof deck!"

„Amazing, isn't it?" he moans.

„But darling, we promised Maisie to stop!" I sigh.

„After this one. This flat is too charming to not discover it in our way." he smiles.

I look at him and whisper: „The agent nearly got us today, don't she?"

„Not at all. She was puzzled, but I don't think she recognized anything. But we could have been more rude, I think."

I smile.

„Sorry, that was my fault. It was the sex in the morning, I was still affected by it. But my tears weren't this bad, come on! That was great acting!"

„Great acting?" he snores and I nudge him.

„Okay, that's your profession, but anyways." I pout.

He takes me in his arms and tickles my neck with his nose, so I start to giggle and stop pouting. Oh, he knows how to handle me!

„I must admit your acting skills are not bad for a police officer." he murmurs.

„Thanks darling. But, why do we have to do this at all? Our sex life is more than fulfilling..." I breathe under his caresses.

He kisses my neck, trailing downwards, and talking gets really difficult. I put the Mac on the nightstand and he stays glued to me, like before in the kitchen. I giggle as he draws me back forcefully.

„Hey!" I protest.

„Do I really have to answer this?" he murmurs while teasing me again.

„Nope." I breathe and kiss him avidly.

But later I can't sleep. I watch Tom while he's peacefully snoring. My sweet tea maker, who's with me since fourteen years. And, according to him, will stay forever by my side. The divorced couple is only for the show. The show we play when we are discovering flats around London. Well, the first time it happened by accident, we were looking for a domicile in London and the agent who showed them to us had been called away. She had asked us to just leave after our tour. Well, we didn't planned to make out there, it just happened and we both loved it. We didn't like the flat, besides, so we had to visit more and Tom came up with the fights. He started it out of the blue and  first I thought he actually was angry at me, but then I saw his eyes flickering with lust and joined his game. And oh, we were good! I can't tell how many agents we have forced to seek professional help. One time an agent called the police but when they arrived, Tom and I behaved well again. I sigh. I still cannot believe I am this blessed. There was a time when there was no hope for us...

Three weeks after Tom's return to England, back in the year 2003, he had showed up at my doorstep. In the middle of the day, without any care that Cole would see him. At this time Cole had already started to drink in the mornings, because I was still at home due to my trauma caused by the death of my colleague. So I cared for Maisie instead of my mother in law and she didn't knew that her son was getting more and more invalid. Cole asked her for money a lot, and that was all. She gave it to him, for Maisie, but he used it for drinking. We lived like strangers, didn't talk and I was crying constantly because I missed Tom like crazy. And when he stood there, at my door, I instantly knew that I had to change my life. Cole, still drunk at the couch, hadn't noticed we would pack Maisie's and my stuff and headed to England. We moved in at Tom's mother's place and the first months had been stressful. Not as horrible as the time with Cole, of course. Tom's mother was very kind and helpful and Tom always tried to cheer me up. He got angry every time I told him to leave me and follow his dream to be a popular actor. He told me he'd rather make tea all his life than live without me, so I stopped ranting about his lost chances. Margaret hadn't given up the fight for Maisie until they found Cole dead in her bath tub. A year later, 2004, Tom had asked me to marry him.

I notice that I'm caressing his face. This happens when I think too much about what could have happenend, maybe because I have to make sure he's really there. Still there, I mean, I wasn't that nice to him, especially at our beginnings in LA, when I dumped him so many times. But Tom says he understood why I had been so torn. He should've been the one to reject me and stop it, but he couldn't do it, either.

Tom's pouting and he opens his eyes. I take my hand off from him and he grins.

„No sleep dear?" he moans.

I shake my head.

„Nope. Train of thoughts is on full speed and it seems there'll be no stop for hours."

He smiles.

„Shall I read something to you? Maybe „Murder at the Orient Express?""

I nudge him and giggle.

„Very funny! „Why did you bring these daggers from the place?"" I recite Hercule Poirot reciting Shakespeare.

„Yep, Macbeth is a good idea, too." he grins.

„I'd like to hear your own thoughts. What if...?" I whisper.

„No, not this again, darling!" he sighs and digs his face into the pillow.

„But...isn't it...strange? If you hadn't come back to me you'd probably be a star instead of a small theatre actor and an acting teacher. You're talent is exceptional!"

Tom is growling something into the pillow and I pat his back.

„Stop grumbling, it's the truth. If I didn't..."

He rises up quickly and looks at me.

„That's nonsense! It is, how it is, and you're not the reason why I'm not doing blockbusters! And I was old enough to decide for myself."

I nod.

„Yes, it is, how it is. I didn't want to say it's my or your fault, I just wanted to do a loose association of what could be."

„You're driving me crazy, officer!" he gnarls and turns around on his back.

I look at him with big eyes and he pulls me towards him.

„And as a punishment for waking me up and torturing me with this miserable discussion in the middle of the goddamn night, you'll have to take care of him right now!" he whispers in my ear.

I pout.

„Tom! I'm serious! And you treat me like I am only your sex t..."

I  laugh because he started to blow against my belly. We are fooling around and quickly I forget all the bad thoughts. I snuggle against his chest and sigh. Yes, I know that I'm NOT only his sex toy! He murmurs:

„How about a rehearsal?"

I look up to him.

„We are always improvising. I don't think we need to. But Tom, should we really do it again?"

„C'mon, Mrs. Hiddleston. Just one more time, just for improvement."

„You want me to be the slut this time, don't you?" I giggle. „Because you want to perform your dramatic "sinking to the floor in tears" again."

„Damn right, I was the cheater often enough. It's your turn now."

„Okay, but please don't do the suicide act."

„Too much?"

„Yep. Don't you remember the poor, underweight agent who was really shocked by you? I bet he's in therapy right now. Even if you cannot really kill yourself by swallowing your car keys..." I laugh.

Tom giggles.

„Sorry, it was the first thing that came into my mind. But your "falling down on your knees crying, clutching to my legs in panic" was a little too much, too."

„A little too much? We were a case for Monthy Python's „Hospital for overacting"!" I laugh.

Now Tom recites from „Richard III" and I sigh. Wait until he's finished, you should never disturb the master! Than I giggle:

„Great, it's half past two and I'm fully awake. I could call Will..." 

Tom shakes his head.

„No, don't. He'll get in trouble and it's embarrassing for him to receive another call from his overprotective mother."

„Why is my baby so far away? Miss him so much..." I sigh.

„Someday you'll have to let him go. He has a thing for the States." Tom states and caresses my back.

„I know, but think of Maisie, she's still with us even if she could live in her own flat. Our kids love us, they'll never leave."

„Will is different, he's an adventurer. Maisie has gone through the hard times at the beginning of our relationship, that's why she's clingy. Remember how often she cried for Margaret and I couldn't console her while you were at work?"

I nod sadly. Cuddle in his warm arms.

„How could I ever forget, it was horrible. I was full of guilt, for doing this to Maisie and you. You've been too young to be a dad..."

„You know that's nonsense. It was good for me, I grew through it. And after a year she even forgot I wasn't her real dad."

I shake my head and reply:

„You always was and will be her real dad! You have been so calm and confident back then, even when I was bitchy, I was really impressed by you. I often thought: "That's it, now he's going to leave us!". But you didn't. And then I got pregnant..."

He smiles.

„What didn't made me leave either. No, I was happy. And I was impressed by you too, darling! You worked at night so that I could study at daytime. We'd barely seen each other, just for hello and goodbye. It was insane, wonder that we survived it."

I smile back and kiss him tenderly.

„Damn right. Thanks to you we survived."

„No, we both made it."

„If you hadn't come back..." I murmur, while his fingers are wandering over my plunge.

He moans.

„Now, before you start this again, it's time for my blow job."

„How can you be aroused...now?" I wonder.

„I'm not but I want to become it. Darling, you owe me one..." he moans and sucks my earlobe.

„What if..."

„Bianca!" he gnarls.

„...if I went down on you on our first date? In the cinema..." I whisper while kissing his chest, sucking his nipples.

I just love his smooth skin, I could kiss it for hours. When I reach his navel I stop and look up.

„Would you have let me do it?" I whisper.

„Are you crazy?" he breathes.

„What does that mean?" I grumble and continue doing my work, let my tongue curl over his happy trail.

„If...I say no, will you stop?" he moans because I'm nearly reached my final destination.

„Don't answer. Just...imagine it." I whisper.

I only have to look at my beautiful husband to get wet. And the memory of our first, hot kiss in the cinema makes me shiver. I take his length into my mouth, deeply, and suck hard, Tom cries out in pain. So I withdraw a little, but he presses my head against him. I just love when he does this. First time he'd asked me, nearly shy, if it was okay, and that aroused me more than anything. Nowadays he knows he can be bossy without hesitating, and I can be, too. And I love sucking him. For hours, without making him cum. And he lets me do it, again.

Well, this agent is special. She's looking at me skeptically with grey eyes and I know in an instant you can't hide anything from those eyes, even if you're really good. Tom enters the flat, he pauses and looks at me.

„What the fuck are you doing here?" he hisses.

I whisper:

„She's my daughter, too."

Tom shouts at the agent:

„Is it legal that my Ex can show up just for her amusement?"

I sigh:

„Don't make such a drama."

„Drama? Well, who started, then? When I look at you it feels like a dagger is..."

The agent interrupts:

„Mr. Turner, we have to start now."

Then she walks away and I make a „TIME OUT!" sign. But Tom shakes his head.

„You women never take us seriously. We have feelings, too!" he gnarls.

„Well, just tell your shrink about your feelings." she answers coldly and opens the door to a big, wide room. „The bedroom."

Tom moans theatrically and grabs his forehead.

„Oh, please, don't say this word!" I whisper to the agent. „He'll get panic attacks!"

She raises her eyebrows and repeats loud:

„You mean BEDROOM?"

Tom howls like a wounded animal and I pat his arm.

He jumps away and cries:

„Don't touch me! It's your fault that I can't get a hard on anymore! You destroyed everything with you perverted ideas of sex! I would be still a great..."

Again the agent interrupts him and pulls us quickly through the penthouse. I wonder how we could get her to give in. We never had an agent who was this cool! She asked dryly:

„Is living room harmless?"

I look at Tom, panicking, he starts to cry.

„You still don't take me serious! She wanted it there, too! Always! Even if I couldn't..." he whines.

„The kitchenette." she gnarls, ignoring him.

Tom murmurs:

„You fucked him on our kitchenette. At home! How could you do this to me? I always tried to be a good husband!"

The agent turns around and says:

„Mr. Turner, please leave. I think your wife and..."

„EX!" he shouts and I frown. „How about HER leaving?"

I clear my throat.

„I have the right to be here! And I'm not the one who behaves like a retarded child! Now stop talking about my sex life!"

„No, you stop treating me like scum! It was me who gave you your first orgasm, don't you remember?"

Oh, yes, I remember. Mostly my multiple orgasms from last night. This man is a sex god, he always manages to let me cum as if it's the first time I ever experience this feeling. I notice that Tom suppresses a smile and answer quickly:

„That was pure luck! And I always thought of someone else during sex, because you're nothing like a ridiculous copy of your unsuccessful dad, Neil! I can't treat you as a..."

Now the agent shouts:

„Stop it! Don't you make him angry anymore!"

„Well, who's teasing who?" I shout back. „Look at him, this whiny, big child! Oh, is this the closet?" I end in a calmer voice.

Tom is bellowing so desperately that I get goosebumps.

„Cl...Clo...Clo...set! I can't go in there! My therapist says it would re-traumatize me!" he sobs.

„Come on, just because it got a bit rough between us in our closet?" I grin.

„A bit? My left buttock is still numb and I have massive problems with..."

„Enough! I think you are both not in the right condition for viewing the house!" the agent interrupts.

„I won't do it another time, not with him! It's now or never!" I reply.

„Same with me, evil slut!" he shouts at me.

„Oh, c'mon, you love being here! Because you have no one to listen to your cant, you dickless idiot!"

Tom glares at my angrily and my knees get weak. But I try hard to look at him disparagingly. He walks towards me.

„Dickless? You always refused to go down on me because you said my dick's too big! But you sucked HIS fucking dick and made me watch it!" he cries.

The agent gasps:

„If you don't stop, I'll call the police."

We both look at her calmly.

„Why? We're not doing anything wrong." Tom gnarls and I smile assuringly at her.

„He's right. And the tour isn't finished yet. I have to see the roof deck! Where is it, this way?"

She nods. But she hesitates and fumbles on her cell phone. Tom winks at me while walking past me. „Soon..." it means.

I sigh and follow him.

„That's not true. You could have left." I jump into our discussion again.

„Listen, I have to make a call, okay?" the agent says but, as always, we ignore her.

Looking at each other furiously. Tom gnarls:

„I wanted to know how you would do it. It was awful. You sucked him with..."

„Tom." I hiss after the door closed behind us. „Enough!"

He shakes his head.

„...with such pleasure, licked the juice from his pink...oh...Baby..." he moans because I'm doing exactly what he describes.

He's trembling and whispers:

„I need to fuck you now! Please!"

I bend over the table and Tom pulls my skirt up in a haste. I moan when he pushes into me, hard, fast, I'm so ready! The thought of the agent returning sooner as we want her to irritates me a bit. But my god of love wasn't himself if he wouldn't manage to make me cum this time again. He puts his arm around my waist and rubs my clit with his oh, so beautiful, long fingers. I moan loudly and he „shhhh..."'s me. I cum, Tom shortly afterwards and he withdraws from me right in the moment the agent appears behind the door.

She looks at us angrily, I smile.

„We're really sorry." I say. „But this flat is full of bad vibes. Thank you, anyway."

I leave, Tom follows me, while the agent is pushing the table back to it's former position.