General #4 - Wendy finally shows Peter her vulnerable side
‘Peter.’ She invoked and that was all it took.
The steady, disciplined hands of Mansbridge reached across the desk and took Wendy, unabashedly. He was so massively tall when he stood and it seemed like no feat at all to lift her onto the desk. The crisp angles of her legs folded beneath and she knelt on the glass like an idol of a muse to be worshipped: his muse. Their noses touched, but they dared not kiss. There was no time. The buttons of Wendy’s dress scattered over the studio floor. Her fingers combed and spread over the smoothness of his head and he grunted at the sensation. It was pure raw thrill to entwine like this in the dark of the emptied newsroom but what fuelled them was not simple excitement. His perfectly ironed slacks were already in pointed disarray that bellowed of want and with a deftness she had forgotten did away with them in a yank. Wendy gasped aloud and understood. She saw. ‘Twas no mere want. His need stood between them. They had both been hiding for so long.
