He wants to take her into his arms one last time. The passion of the night before, when both of them took the little musician in his bed was still riled up inside of him. He spent the night staring at her, not the girl pleasuring him and now he still can't take his eyes off her. The smell still lingers in the air and on both of them, her smell and not each other's. Once they leave the bakery that serves as his apartment, the shared passion is away and they are once again the best of friends until the night comes and they may or may not choose another woman to entertain them.
He touches her cheek and she looks at him.
"I'm hungry," he whispers to her. "For food."
She smiles at him. "We will go to the bread shop down the street and I picture tarts in our future. Not just of the feminine kind, but a nice cranberry tart in my immediate future will get me over this heartache. And for you, the obligatory toast with butter of course."
"I need to be writing," he says with a twinge of guilt as he changes into his blue and black clothing, "If I don't have the Epocrypha written by the end of month I'll lose tenure. Unless you want to sell my body to the Core, of course. But what would you do without my eye for pretty women?". His eyes twinkled with mischief and she smiled again.
She fell to her knees after this, clenching her stomach as she handed the paper up to Benjamin. Her hands shivered as he took it from her gently. He touched her on her hair and she reached up and took his hand in hers.
"Is it pain?" he asked.
"No, just that knotting feeling," she said with short breaths. As her breaths grew deeper, her eyes lit up with determination and she let go of the uncomfortable feeling and stood back up.
Benjamin attempted to look unconcerned and while looking down at he paper, said, "I told you no more majicks for unsubstantial things."
"It's a message from the king," she said again, "You need to respect the substantiality of it."
"How many times have I told you," he said reading the message, then throwing it back into the empty space where the coals had been. "Fuck the king." She looked at him angrily and he sighed. "I suppose we're not going for toast and tarts this morning then?"
She shook her head, "No toasts or tarts for you tonight either. Good day my love." She kissed him on the forehead and left the apartment.