The Escape

 Brake lights stab the night as he pulls up. The entire block asleep, a secret mission is afoot.

The idle engine speaks to the soft wind, catching up like old friends. The bluish-purple night sky and warm air is the audience now. 

The front door opens.  The screen-door creeks forward and you could see her pale hand pushing.  But quickly a tall figure in a white dress flows through the space like a ghost. A weekend case on wheels chases behind her as she runs down the driveway.   The high front splits in the dress exposing her thighs as she ran.
A dark figure in the driver's seat smiling at her silly 'whisper-shouting' celebrating the escape trying not to wake the others.  He shakes his head as he releases the lock on the trunk and it slowly opens up.  She clicks down the handle and lofts the case into the trunk and presses the lock button. The conversation between the idle engine and night wind gets interrupted with the door shutting as she hopped in. They both lean over the wide leather seats and center console to kiss, she clicks in and he drives off.
The sleepy night watches them pull away from the neighborhood and slip onto the main highway to their destination. The shade from the moonroof is pulled back and the stars peeked in on her body. The speakers tonight listened to her instead, they listened to her talk about how long she's waited for this moment after staying safe inside.  She hasn't seen the ocean or felt the sand through her toes is so long.  Her excitement and anticipation were palatable. Clasped fingers, he watched the road and smiled at her anecdotes. After an hour they made the coast and you could see the ocean.  She gets thirty minutes of this so she opened the window and laid her head out into the warm night air like a little girl happy to go to her favorite place.  Tonight, the world is perfect.
Pulling into the private resort, you could see the extra preparation they made since everyone has stayed inside and want an exciting experience to break the quarantine.  A private cottage on the far end was theirs, out of sight from the other cottages, he paid extra. He makes his way over there slowly on the sand.  "Good thing I rented this Range," he said.  She smiled and turned her head back to the outside to keep watching how enchanting the resort was.
Brake lights stabbed the night again as he pulled up to Cottage number 887. Those brake lights will sleep for the next 3 days. All excited, the door and trunk open at the same time. Barefoot by now, she's already kicking up a little sand while grabbing her case.  He comes from the other side shaking his head and laughing at her as he grabs his weekend bag. Tonight they walk to a door, together, something they haven't done in a long time. A happy silence as they walk up, just thoughts now, noisy thoughts of missing each other, passion and sex. 
He remained standing by the door as he watched her walk-in towards the big siding doors with the ocean on the other side.  The twinkling ocean casing her body in that white flowy dress and he could see her curves sheering through.  Her sighs of relief, giggling, her face smiling ear to ear, finally alone, the right way. The door locks, she turns around and they walk towards each other, meeting in the middle of the room in front of the king bed. No words needed, her dress only had one shoulder so he reached up and slid it off and he watched the flowy dress that teased him for the last hour and a half surrender, gliding to the floor to reveal an exquisite present, his present, her offering, to her king.  His hungry eyes filled up on a sight he hasn't seen in 2 months. His big hands reached for the small of her back and pulled her in.  Night light caressing their faces, they begin to fold their lips into each other.  Hungry hands like a lost blind man take over and rove over her body, her face, her neck, squeezing as he searches.
Let the devouring begin, two starved animals craving each other, the romantic kissing soon turns into an insatiable lashing of love.  They take each other for almost an hour, sleep, and start again.  Exsanguinated, they collapse in each other's bodies. Ocean sounds take over again as the loudest thing in the room and they sleep, offering their limp naked bodies to a waking horizon.