Chp7 movie and teenage revival
I sip my tea watching the far waves break over pinnacles of rock, far off the coast. Chris is fiddling with his keyboard, a happy boy. He's talking about music, his piano at home, how music is his balm. I'm not really listening. But it soothing to feel his happiness. I feel relaxed, although I will have to sing. It's strange how we short circuit the other anger. How he can with a touch make me feel whole, safe. Can touch me, I barely can hug males, let alone cuddle or sleep with them. I can't even sleep with Kate, my best friend. I wonder if it's just the peer thing Dr. Bob said; or deeper, he makes me feel things, I've tried my whole life to avoid.
The waves seem to come is series of six, six small waves, three large ones. Our we like the waves, if so which ones? the small one's of six or one of the larger three. I turn to look at him. He's playing a Bach piece I think. His face is a study of emotions and thoughts. I walk over to the couch, sit next to my maestro. Leafing thru the song books, I find a Buddy Hollie song, Ray loves Hollie and Cochran. I show Chris the song.
He sweeps into the melody. Pointing out the start, since I don't read music. I sing softly
Everyday it's a-gettin' closer
Goin' faster than a rollercoaster
Love like yours will surely come my way (looking at him)
A-hey, a-hey-hey
(he joins me, singing duet)
Everyday it's a-gettin' faster
Everyone said, "Go ahead and ask her"
Love like yours will surely come my way (he looks at me)
A-hey, a-hey-hey
Everyday seems a little longer
Every way love's a little stronger
Come what may
Do you ever long for true love from me (I bump his shoulder)
Everyday it's a-gettin' closer
Goin' faster than a rollercoaster
Love like yours will surely come my way
A-hey, a-hey-hey
Everyday seems a little longer
Every way love's a little stronger
Come what may
Do you ever long for true love from me (he bumps mine)
Everyday it's a-gettin' closer
Goin' faster than a rollercoaster
Love like yours will surely come my way
A-hey, a-hey-hey
Love like yours will surely come my way (we look at each other)
BUDDY HOLLY/"Everyday"/(Petty / Hardin)
I look away embarrassed by my brazen ways. He leaves thru and finds an eighties song. A Richard Marx song waiting for you. he starts to sing
Oceans apart day after day
And I slowly go insane
I hear your voice on the line
But it doesn't stop the pain
If I see you next to never
How can we say forever
Wherever you go
Whatever you do
(I sing)
I will be right here waiting for you
Whatever it takes
Or how my heart breaks
I will be right here waiting for you
I took for granted, all the times
(we sing together)
That I thought would last somehow
I hear the laughter, I taste the tears
But I can't get near you now
Oh, can't you see it baby
You've got me going crazy
Wherever you go
Whatever you do
I will be right here waiting for you
Whatever it takes
Or how my heart breaks
I will be right here waiting for you
Richard Marx/waiting for you
We fade off looking into each other eyes, tears peek at the corners, as emotions swamp us. I turn to another page quickly. he starts to play: O'God this campy eighty song. I need space from him, this thing between us. I get up and dance and sing this idiotic song. Having fun, letting loose. I see his eyes dancing with me. I feel courage to go, all in
Say, we can go where we want to
A place where they will never find
And we can act like we come
From out of this world
Leave the real one far behind
(we both sing)
And we can dance or sing
We can go when we want to
The night is young and so am I
And we can dress real neat
From our hats to our feet
And surprise 'em with the victory cry
Say, we can act if we want to
If we don't, nobody will
And you can act real rude and totally removed
And I can act like an imbecile
(Chris stops playing and dances with me, we're singing like fools, thank god theirs no camera to record us)
And say, we can dance, we can dance
Everything's out of control
We can dance, we can dance
They're doing it from pole to pole
The Safety Dance/ Men Without Hats
We warp back and forth the afternoon away singing and acting like fools. Chris fell over during my one arm rendition of Madonna's Vogue. I dance above him, watching him wither in lust below me, tickling my calf's, knees till I fall next to him, we're laughing like children. Silliness and just fun. We stare at each other, lost in the moment, we're like teenager, suddenly serious, insightful, meaningful. I always wondered what I missed those years, my teenage years. How I know, what I'd been missing; Chris, it Chris.
It dinner time, we've been singing and dancing for hours. I can't remember ever having an afternoon like this. Every song seems to have meaning and feelings. We played so well together. Chris killed me with his piano personas from wild little Richard to savvy intellectual Nate King Cole. I drag my man to the kitchen to begin his cooking lesson.
I've decided to do up a Salmon and rice with garden salad. I pulled the salmon out earlier to defrost. I put a chair next to the stove for him to sit on. Set a pot to boil, instruct him on how to make rice. As I prep the salmon to broil. We talk back and forth about everything and nothing. He starts the rice. I put the Salmon in to broil. I start the vinaigrette as he tries to chop carrots and tomatoes, I have to help him, it's hot standing behind him, tight to his ass. Showing him how to chop without cutting yourself. I have to jump back. I have a need to ravage him, feel is mouth on mine. Let lose my inner goddess. I notice he's very into me. His dick in hard against the counter thru his sweat pants. My inner goddess is backflipping triple soukous
We eat in silence, enjoying the food, and the seascape beyond the window. I laugh at his mischievous little boy pouts and adult scowls as he talks about my dancing and singing. I revels in teasing him with my pop star diva manners. Washing dish sober us both. The simple domestic thing, feels normal, like we've done it a thousand times. Like will always be connected, that this is not a fleeting thing. I could live frozen in this moment forever.
We gather our dirty cloths, we should have done it this afternoon, but therapy comes first I smirk. After showing him how to do cloths, we'll have to ask if dry cleaning is availed for his suit coat. We hunker down on the couch to watch Dr. No. I snuggle into his shoulder. He wraps his arm around me. The fire crackles and Debonair Bond, "James Bond" battles evil villains and sexy hot babies. I like it. Chris stroke my back and hand. Ohh, I love this quiet time between us.
After the movie, I make popcorn while Chris transfers the cloths to the dryer. Returning to my movies. Chris has shifted the cushions to the floor, sitting on the floor. I let my inner goddess lead me. I smirk down at him. Placing the drinks on the coffee table, with the buttered popcorn. I gentle kick his good leg apart. Sitting between his legs, laying back against his chest. Feeling the heat. I need more. I scoot away looking afraid, have courage girl. I remove my teen shirt. Just wearing my bra. I reach and start to take off his t-shirt. He quickly strips it off. I drag an afghan throw from the couch and sit back between his legs.
Skin to skin, his arms around me. I feel heavenly, like I never need to move again. "Anna, we forgot something?" I turn to look at him, what could we have forgotten? He points to the other end of the coffee table. Shit! the remote, we been staring, alright not looking, at a blank screen. Lost in the moments. Laughing, I crawl over a retrieve the offending device. He cups my ass. I wiggle it at him, he kisses my back low, near my shorts top line. I shudder thru my whole body, being. "Soooo responsiveeee" he coos. Hitting play. Cuddling back to a safer happy place in his arms. I feel his little friend, it fills me with joy and comfort, weird feeling for a hard cock poking my back. I let the movie carry we away. It really a mad, mad, mad world. I wonder what Chris is thinking about us, the film, today.
We drag ourselves from the floor. An off to bed. I put back my shirt, removing my bra. Finish my nightly routine. I dread the night suddenly afraid of the nightmares. I help Chris with his sleeping brace. I start to leave. "Anna, please stay with me, I'm afraid." He looks terrified of sleeping. I realize so am I. "Just sleep?" he nods. Pulling back the blankets. I crawl into bed and his arms. I think, he's a very strange sadist. But look at me, a girl afraid, terrorized by the mere thought of sex, intimacies with a man, wearing thin pajama laying in his sweet arms, letting his strength shield me. Shield me from myself. I kiss his shoulder, as we drift to sleep.
XXXXX
c-pov
I watch her sleep, letting the strange emotions course thru my soul, and mind. She is the perfect vision of my submissive in body. She doesn't have a submissive bone in her body. We've been here a day and I can't think straight. She would never be in my world, and I in hers. Yet, here and now, fate has thrown us together, a mad scramble of the dice. Her touch calms me, steadies me. Allows me to think when the rage surfaces, it just evaporates when I know she got my back. This petite little think in my arms. So soft and warm, I could never hate, or war like I use to, could I? her soft breaths along my chest, the small hand curling the hair on my chest. It all relaxes me to sleep, so sleepy it's like I've never sleep before; she was in my arms. Sleepily I let the night claim my wary mind. Happy dreams of Anna in lace teasing me thru an English estate house. Like a nymph, a siren luring me to my happy glorious death. Happy dreams of us.