Chapter 7
"We let our bodies say what our hearts can not"
I do not know any of the people mentioned passively, or otherwise. This is completely a work of fiction. FICTION. That said, they sure are dreamy and would make quite a lovely power couple, no?
All errors and typos completely mine. This is self edited work.
Reviewers, thank you for your kind words! I think this will keep writing itself really. :)
You wake to the familiar pounding of a hung over body, hanging over limbs longer than your own, freckled and fair, and blond wisps of hair curled to your sticky cheek. As you quietly try to reach for the water, miraculously present on the bedside, the stunning nude beside you stirs and purrs like a kitten, stretching out beyond the territory of the bed, only to retract like a raptor pulling you back to the tender place just beneath her chin, so she can wrap her arms round your warm belly, her legs round your tired hips.
"Morning buddy" she whispers to the top of your head, loose curls, some brown, some gold, everywhere.
"How did you sleep?" she asks, planting a sweet kiss to the sweet spot where your curls meets your salty skin. You chuckle remembering kissing her there so innocently yesterday. Yesterday when everything was different.
Shaking yourself from the thought, you manage to reply "um… better than I have in months, actually."
You can feel her smile behind you and feel her long fingers tracing patterns on your bare skin under the single sheet. "I'm not surprised. The air here can do that. It's so free of, of everything distracting. That's part of why I love it."
You roll over to be able to look at her. You need to assess how much of what you might remember is actually real. But what you see confirms the suspicions still burning in your thighs, your abs, your back and your oh too tired smile. Her cheeks are perfectly flushed. Her shining eyes, also tired, but glistening. Your muscles remember what your mind might want to avoid. Still it smells like sex. It smells like great sex. It smells like her and you in a pile of dirty sheets, lush and radiant in the midday sun. But you don't say that. You say, "Yea, everything here is just super pure, clean. It's like I'm just breathing more deeply or something."
"Or that you had six or seven orgasms last night" she says with a chuckle, like she's just won the lottery and is quite impressed with herself.
"Or that." You reply and rest your head back on her clavicle and trace small circles on her bare breast in front of you for a moment. Her skin is mercifully soft. She pulls the tangles out of the back of your hair while gently scratching the nape of your neck with her nails.
It is quiet for a long time.
Long enough to almost dose off. Long enough to consider kissing for many more hours.
Long enough to feel a tear fall to your shoulder just before you sense a long inhalation followed a tiny voice behind you.
"Thank you" she coos with a kiss to the back of your head. "Thank you for sharing so much with me." Her voice starts to shake a little and the words lilt more unevenly in her hesitation. Perhaps she is searching for a translation, or specificity English cannot immediately offer. "I spend so much time in awe of you."
You freeze. You don't know how to reply. So you thread her fingers in your own and hold her as tightly as you can. Pull her closer to you. Hug yourself with her arms.
"Really I do," she continues. "You're this magical artist. This amazing woman. I don't have words to tell you how much I have learned from you, am learning from you, and I don't know. Sometimes a kiss says what words cannot. I think now you know."
The smile you feel surfaces from your solar plexus and any worry about this, this turn of events, that you woke with immediately diffuses.
"I know that I feel the same way" you reply, almost speaking directly to her beautiful hands. "I think, I do. I know, I do, actually. It's like when you appreciate and adore someone so much and there is nothing left to say, but you…"
She interrupts first with her lips on your neck. Then her tongue under your ear. Then a shiver down your spine followed by her voice, "you have no choice but to let them feel what you feel any way that you can."
"Actors are so emotional. So kinesthetic. So vulnerable. We are so demanding that way. Really Actors are so funny" you suggest, turning into her welcoming kiss.
"Some might not think that," she suggests, ghosting her nails from your hips to your neck and back again.
"Then, fuck them," you answer, your tongue pressed to her throat, cautious not to leave marks, of course.
"Or, don't fuck them," she laughs sliding her palm between your quivering thighs.
"Exactly," you exhale hard as your leg peels back and again your body demands the attention she so eagerly supplies.
Your breath hitches and your body craves and aches at the same time.
"I.." you stall.
"Oui" she cries.
You still her hand with your own and meet her breath with parted lips.
Your foreheads connect on the same pillow, your breasts just inches apart.
"Wait" you plead, your heart beat erratic, your head swimming.
Her eyes drop from yours, crestfallen, embarrassed.
You take her chin in your hand and force her eyes to reconnect. Her fingers still respectfully on your center. You bring yours back down to cradle hers.
"I don't know what this is, but I need you to know that I don't regret it, and I didn't even realize how much I …. It's just overwhelming. I mean, I'm feeling. I'm feeling so much, it's like I'm buzzing and I want you, right now, I want this, so badly, but I'm, I don't know what else to say…"
She takes your face in both of her hands. You kiss her thumbs so close to your mouth. "We let our bodies say what our hearts can not" she assures you.
"And that's okay?"
"That's okay."
"That's okay."
"We're okay."
"We're okay.
"Of course we're okay." She kisses you like you're the sweetest thing on the planet. She kisses each of your eye lids. Each of your cheeks. She kisses your shoulders. Your stomach. Your hip bones. Each vertebrae of your spine. Your knee caps. Your belly. Your inner arms. The dimples on the small of your back. Your ear lobes. Your nose. Your breasts. Your neck. Your hands. Your palms. Your thighs. She kisses you until your heart stops racing. She kisses you and sighs.
"When was the last time you made love to a woman?" she asks, looking up from your left knee where she's been kissing constellations between your freckles.
"I don't know, almost ten years ago, and I don't think it counted. It was the only time I was ever with a woman, a girl, actually. Why?"
"Because I still can't stop thinking about what happened last night. I would swear you've had a lot more practice"
"You think so? That's funny."
"What's so funny about you doing things to my body, no one has ever been able to do before?"
"What do you mean?"
"I don't think, I've ever felt so… full.. in my life." Her eyes widen. She swallows hard.
"Oh. Yea. That. Oh dear." You immediately remember and feel yourself blushing all over. In the moment, sex is hot. Talking about sex, after, not so hot.
You wave a little jazz hand her way. "Tiny hands. What can I say?"
She laughs. "Oh I'm not complaining"
"I didn't think you were. To be honest, it's not about what I did, or didn't do. I think your magical body dictated that whole thing. I was just listening to your instrument and following my instincts."
"As you do"
"As we do."
"But yea, that was pretty amazing. Bodies are amazing."
"Yes." She bites her bottom lip and her eyes roll up in the memory of it.
You can almost hear the sounds she made as she came around your fist and near crushed you in her arms in the after shocks that followed.
Wow. So that. Happened. Yea.
"Come here" you say, taking her hand and pulling her up to lie in your lap. She drapes herself over your thighs and you pick up the constellation hunting on her long torso with your finger tips.
"Your body is a wondrous adventure Ms. Brochu. Thank You for deeming me worthy of your many many gifts."
She cocks a silly smile in response. "My body is hungry. And dirty. Right now." Her laughter is as soothing as her touch.
"Mine too" you chuckle in reply. "Showers and dinner soon?"
"Yes please," she purrs.
"More please," you beg.
"You please," she confirms.
"Now please," you sigh into her wanting and welcoming smile.
