Post by anirbas on Mar 13, 2007 1:27:03 GMT -6
Ret flipped from her back to flop onto her belly, in an attempt
to close out the intruding world at largel half-wakened by the sound of the maid's cleaning cart passing the window and then the door that entranced her room with the do not disturb
sign hanging from it's knob.
For several long moments, she gamely tried to dive back under
the surface of reality into the oceanic country of her
aurically ripped and sundered dreams. It had been
a good one in the scheme of dreams. She and her companion
wandering a colorful bazaar in some crazily named, out of the way place in Spain. Walking from shaded stall to shaded stall, weaving in and out of shadow and light, hand in hand...As not only was he an avowed Francophile, he had a penchant for everything Spanish, above all.
And obviously, American, too--Ret jokingly thought to herself,
attempting to grasp the cold thread of her dream. Try as might, she couldn't drift back into this one, as she could some of her dreams when dragged from them.
Instead, she let herself drift on a sea of accrued memories since ?
had landed in her country. She'd met him at the airport, whence
she'd taken a taxi to reach, and they'd taxied from there, to a hotel, he'd booked in advance for his visit and their shared vacation.
Almost an entire, gloriously exploratory week they'd spent since
they'd hooked up that balmy Saturday night at the airport. To fast it had gone by as tomorrow he would be leaving to return to his country and his present life; and she, to her's, as well.
Ret gave up the quest for a much needed rest when a car honking in the parking lot, further irritated her ears to further wakefulness. She could have used a few more hours sleep.
? continued to sleep stoically, deeply on. He'd kept her and himself, quite busy during the interim of his stay. Only just slaking his need of her, again, a few scant hours before. And of course, keeping her entertained squiring her out to dinner, movies and such.
The bond between them was as fluid and liquidic in the physical realm as they had both hoped and wished it would be when
they'd dared to plan this joyous vacation, together.
Thinking of the last time he'd made love to her, Ret realized
she was chafed and tender and felt she smelled gamey. Wishing
to be fresh for when ? opened his eyes and took his fill of her, again, she scuddled sideways off the edge of the bed as he slept grandly, gloriously, infant tired, quietly on.
She padded barefooted and naked into the bathroom. Closing
the door gently behind her, but leaving it unlocked. In the event,
? should awaken and want to join her.
Pulling back the curtain, Ret stepped into the tub. Turned
on the water, running it for a few seconds to warm it up
and set the temp to her liking; then pulled the knob up
that sat on top of the faucet and jumped as the hard spray
pelted her skin.
Standing beneath the throbbing rush of water, Ret tried to
visualize ?'s leavetaking tomorrow, to steel herself for it, to better
handle it. They'd always been close, but this shared vacation had been like a deal clincher for them. This wasn't an hysterical,
twin delusion they were experiencing, they were in love as they'd imagined judging from their continuing reactions to one another, over the months since they'd met.
She smiled, turned off the water and wrapped a towel about her freshly washed and conditioned hair. Amazed at the amount of sentimental sappiness this one, lone man had been able to turn her normally hardened interior to from the start.
Long before they'd touched, she'd been madly in love with him. This vacation had been a simple test run for what they both knew, they'd begun when they'd started flirting. Something more
than an under the table affair.
Something far more drastic than that, Ret mused. This liason wasn't going to just happen and sink into the oblivion of the days after and their memories. This affair would eventually rip worlds apart and create a new universe from their ash and dust.
Ret smiled broader at her poetical turn of thought as she pulled the towel from her head and finger combed the tangles from her wet, wavy hair in front of the mirrored wall, behind the double sinked counter that ran the length of the ante-room outside the bathroom. Rummaging through the jumble of their toiletry
items scattered across the counter, she found her perfume
and spritzed behind her knees and ankles, then at her elbows and her wrists. Which she then rubbed behind her ears to scent the flesh pleasingly there, as well.
With ? leaving tomorrow, Ret had no intentions of taking him sightseeing anywhere today or tonight. They were going to stay holed up in their shared sanctuary of delight, til the very last second he had to leave to catch his airplane.
And with that mindset, she capped the perfume, set it back on the counter and whirled around.
Her eyes settling on the still supine form of her lover.
Covers thrown back, he sprawled naked, his hands laced behind
his neck, cradling his head. His ginger, pewter and silver streaked mane springing away from his forehead and temples. Looking at his temples, she longed to kiss them.
With that thought in mind, she crossed the room skipping and hopped onto the bed to do just that. Landing on the bed, she vaulted across him, straddling his body and leaning foreward, she pressed her lips to his icy cold ones...
It was then Ret realized, the skin of ?'s belly, touching her spread thighs and freshly washed privates was as chilled as his once hot mouth...
She began to scream...Nooooooooooooooooooooooooo...
to close out the intruding world at largel half-wakened by the sound of the maid's cleaning cart passing the window and then the door that entranced her room with the do not disturb
sign hanging from it's knob.
For several long moments, she gamely tried to dive back under
the surface of reality into the oceanic country of her
aurically ripped and sundered dreams. It had been
a good one in the scheme of dreams. She and her companion
wandering a colorful bazaar in some crazily named, out of the way place in Spain. Walking from shaded stall to shaded stall, weaving in and out of shadow and light, hand in hand...As not only was he an avowed Francophile, he had a penchant for everything Spanish, above all.
And obviously, American, too--Ret jokingly thought to herself,
attempting to grasp the cold thread of her dream. Try as might, she couldn't drift back into this one, as she could some of her dreams when dragged from them.
Instead, she let herself drift on a sea of accrued memories since ?
had landed in her country. She'd met him at the airport, whence
she'd taken a taxi to reach, and they'd taxied from there, to a hotel, he'd booked in advance for his visit and their shared vacation.
Almost an entire, gloriously exploratory week they'd spent since
they'd hooked up that balmy Saturday night at the airport. To fast it had gone by as tomorrow he would be leaving to return to his country and his present life; and she, to her's, as well.
Ret gave up the quest for a much needed rest when a car honking in the parking lot, further irritated her ears to further wakefulness. She could have used a few more hours sleep.
? continued to sleep stoically, deeply on. He'd kept her and himself, quite busy during the interim of his stay. Only just slaking his need of her, again, a few scant hours before. And of course, keeping her entertained squiring her out to dinner, movies and such.
The bond between them was as fluid and liquidic in the physical realm as they had both hoped and wished it would be when
they'd dared to plan this joyous vacation, together.
Thinking of the last time he'd made love to her, Ret realized
she was chafed and tender and felt she smelled gamey. Wishing
to be fresh for when ? opened his eyes and took his fill of her, again, she scuddled sideways off the edge of the bed as he slept grandly, gloriously, infant tired, quietly on.
She padded barefooted and naked into the bathroom. Closing
the door gently behind her, but leaving it unlocked. In the event,
? should awaken and want to join her.
Pulling back the curtain, Ret stepped into the tub. Turned
on the water, running it for a few seconds to warm it up
and set the temp to her liking; then pulled the knob up
that sat on top of the faucet and jumped as the hard spray
pelted her skin.
Standing beneath the throbbing rush of water, Ret tried to
visualize ?'s leavetaking tomorrow, to steel herself for it, to better
handle it. They'd always been close, but this shared vacation had been like a deal clincher for them. This wasn't an hysterical,
twin delusion they were experiencing, they were in love as they'd imagined judging from their continuing reactions to one another, over the months since they'd met.
She smiled, turned off the water and wrapped a towel about her freshly washed and conditioned hair. Amazed at the amount of sentimental sappiness this one, lone man had been able to turn her normally hardened interior to from the start.
Long before they'd touched, she'd been madly in love with him. This vacation had been a simple test run for what they both knew, they'd begun when they'd started flirting. Something more
than an under the table affair.
Something far more drastic than that, Ret mused. This liason wasn't going to just happen and sink into the oblivion of the days after and their memories. This affair would eventually rip worlds apart and create a new universe from their ash and dust.
Ret smiled broader at her poetical turn of thought as she pulled the towel from her head and finger combed the tangles from her wet, wavy hair in front of the mirrored wall, behind the double sinked counter that ran the length of the ante-room outside the bathroom. Rummaging through the jumble of their toiletry
items scattered across the counter, she found her perfume
and spritzed behind her knees and ankles, then at her elbows and her wrists. Which she then rubbed behind her ears to scent the flesh pleasingly there, as well.
With ? leaving tomorrow, Ret had no intentions of taking him sightseeing anywhere today or tonight. They were going to stay holed up in their shared sanctuary of delight, til the very last second he had to leave to catch his airplane.
And with that mindset, she capped the perfume, set it back on the counter and whirled around.
Her eyes settling on the still supine form of her lover.
Covers thrown back, he sprawled naked, his hands laced behind
his neck, cradling his head. His ginger, pewter and silver streaked mane springing away from his forehead and temples. Looking at his temples, she longed to kiss them.
With that thought in mind, she crossed the room skipping and hopped onto the bed to do just that. Landing on the bed, she vaulted across him, straddling his body and leaning foreward, she pressed her lips to his icy cold ones...
It was then Ret realized, the skin of ?'s belly, touching her spread thighs and freshly washed privates was as chilled as his once hot mouth...
She began to scream...Nooooooooooooooooooooooooo...
the suspense is almost murder...