She raised her head and they kissed...but a smiling kiss when you have to keep stopping and then smiling and then stopping...
She was out of breath...just from laughing and kissing...
Smiling more she stepped back and looked at him...his arms still around her.
Momentarily, she was serious. 'Martin, you okay with this? I mean really okay?'
No more playing. She needed his answer and she was not playing games with this. She needed trust and she needed reassurance.
Stilled by her tone, his eyes were steady and held her gaze. Quietly, 'Yes, I hope you don't mind, but yes I am. I feel I know you but I want to know you more and I want you to want this as much as I do. I cannot do this otherwise...it would hurt too much and--'
Brigitte still looked at him; still seriously;lift still gliding. 'I know,' she murmured.'I know.'
Nothing more was needed. Words superfluous. Silence comforting.
'Come here you,' he whispered...those words again...doors opening. The sixth floor beckoned...
Stepping out, he held her hand...warmly, tightly.
Leaning closely, almost touching her neck, smelling her parfum...'It's the last on the left...' he said so quietly...silent footsteps and warmth melting into the carpet.