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I'm not ready to go home yet. I watch your windows from the street across from your apartment. The temperature has dropped and a thin layer of snow and ice covers the sidewalk. If you were to look out of your window right now, you would see me here, sliding back and forth on the ice under the light of the street lamp.
Shivering.
My coat is too cold for that weather. Still reluctant to leave, I stand here freezing and I wonder. What the hell just happened between us? And more importantly - what were you thinking when you stepped towards my extended hand? What were you thinking when you understood that I only wanted my shirt back?
Hell, what was I thinking when I stopped you?
Your half-naked body comes to my mind yet again, as if to torment me with a prize I had within my reach and let go. But I couldn't do it to you.
Like I couldn't do it to the other with your body and a mind of a weasel, though she demanded my touch and later even begged for it. And then she spat me in the face and called me a coward, the look of contempt in her eyes so unlike you.
Like I couldn't do it to the timewalker either, though I knew that she would have liked it in the end, even If I were to chain her up to that wall and beat her. What happened to be exactly what I wanted to do to her for daring to hurt you.
Does that make me a coward, Sara?
I walk in circles, I look up at your windows and I realize I've made a decision. I wait for the lights to go off and I climb your fire escape. I pick the lock on your window and slide into your apartment. I turn to close the window and suddenly a dreadful feeling washes over me.
How could I let my guard down like that?
I slowly turn around, raising my hands in surrender. Your body is hidden in the shadow, I can only see the blade reflecting the pale moonlight, as it rises to stop inches from my throat. I notice that your hand is trembling slightly. Too bad, you could really hurt me with that, Sara. I swallow and slowly begin:
"I can see you finally managed to persuade your little toy to work against me..."
"Cut that crap!" You spit out, interrupting me. You shift on your feet to stand more securely and place your left hand on your hip. I follow the slight curve of your body with my eyes. You notice that and the tip of the blade draws nearer.
"So what's next on your schedule, hm? Let's see, what do we got covered? Breaking and entering..." You nod towards the window. "Twice. One attempt to have a civilized cup of tea. Failed. One attempt to make a civilized conversation. Failed. One attempted murder. Failed. One attempt to have sex. Failed, to my deep regret."
"Sara, I..." I begin, but you interrupt me furiously.
"Shut up! Just shut up, Nottingham!..." I can see the eyes behind your eyes again and I know what you are about to say. You lower your voice and look me straight in the eye.
"I know why you didn't do it. I know what you saw..." You let it hang there. Then you go back to counting. "One attempt to lighten the mood by means of hysterical laughter on your part. Failed as well."
"You laughed," I point out.
"I said shut up!"
Does it turn you on, Sara? Standing here like that, with the blade to my throat, with all the control on your side? Because it sure as hell turns me on.
"You are blowing my statistics, Nottingham. I think we should both..."
My cell phone rings and we both gasp. I feel a sting of pain and a thin trickle of blood starts running down my neck and sinking into my collar.
I point my finger in the general direction of my coat and you step back into the shadow, lowering the Witchblade. I fish out the cell phone from my pocket and put it to my ear.
"Yes, Father."
You shiver visibly and I hear the familiar clatter of the Witchblade retracting. How would you possibly know that it is only silence on the other end of the line? I cannot see the loathing on your face but I know it is there. I can feel it.
He waits a while and then hangs up. I close the phone and put it back into my pocket. I touch my gloved finger to the wound on my neck and then look at the dark liquid glistening in the moonlight.
"Daddy's worried?" Comes your sharp question.
"So would appear," I answer politely. Then I tilt my head to the side so you can see the wound. "Now that we both cut each other, are we even?"
You suddenly emerge from the shadow and step close to me. You look at my neck and then up at my face.
"No, we're not."
And then you just stand on tiptoe and begin to kiss me. I get the awful feeling as though I must have failed to notice something important. I quickly go through all the events of the evening but I can't find anything significant enough. Maybe except for your dreamy eyes back then, when we first... when I first...
My thoughts seem to drift away of their own volition. I wonder why. Is it your mouth so eagerly exploring my mouth? Or is it your hand now resting against my chest? I don't give a damn, just don't stop it, please...
You shift slightly and now your whole body is resting against mine. I close my eyes and inhale your scent. You must have had a coffee before I got here. You taste so good.
The serpent slowly lifts its head and looks through my eyes. I growl at it and it retreats to its shelter in the back of my mind. No interruptions now.
You stop kissing me for a moment and mutter against my mouth: "I shouldn't be doing this. I don't know what's got into me..."
"Wish I could say 'me'..." I whisper and you smile. Then you bend my head to your shoulder and your mouth moves slowly towards my ear.
"About those statistics, Nottingham..." You begin to whisper.
I nibble your earlobe and you gasp. "What about them?"
You are trembling now, but you try to keep your voice firm. And again we both know you have lost the battle. So you whisper hoarsely against my ear:
"We should really discuss undoing all these mistakes we made today. But first..."
You push me back suddenly and point to the window with a wicked smile on your pretty face.
"You go get some cookies."
*** [THE END]
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I'm not ready to go home yet. I watch your windows from the street across from your apartment. The temperature has dropped and a thin layer of snow and ice covers the sidewalk. If you were to look out of your window right now, you would see me here, sliding back and forth on the ice under the light of the street lamp.
Shivering.
My coat is too cold for that weather. Still reluctant to leave, I stand here freezing and I wonder. What the hell just happened between us? And more importantly - what were you thinking when you stepped towards my extended hand? What were you thinking when you understood that I only wanted my shirt back?
Hell, what was I thinking when I stopped you?
Your half-naked body comes to my mind yet again, as if to torment me with a prize I had within my reach and let go. But I couldn't do it to you.
Like I couldn't do it to the other with your body and a mind of a weasel, though she demanded my touch and later even begged for it. And then she spat me in the face and called me a coward, the look of contempt in her eyes so unlike you.
Like I couldn't do it to the timewalker either, though I knew that she would have liked it in the end, even If I were to chain her up to that wall and beat her. What happened to be exactly what I wanted to do to her for daring to hurt you.
Does that make me a coward, Sara?
I walk in circles, I look up at your windows and I realize I've made a decision. I wait for the lights to go off and I climb your fire escape. I pick the lock on your window and slide into your apartment. I turn to close the window and suddenly a dreadful feeling washes over me.
How could I let my guard down like that?
I slowly turn around, raising my hands in surrender. Your body is hidden in the shadow, I can only see the blade reflecting the pale moonlight, as it rises to stop inches from my throat. I notice that your hand is trembling slightly. Too bad, you could really hurt me with that, Sara. I swallow and slowly begin:
"I can see you finally managed to persuade your little toy to work against me..."
"Cut that crap!" You spit out, interrupting me. You shift on your feet to stand more securely and place your left hand on your hip. I follow the slight curve of your body with my eyes. You notice that and the tip of the blade draws nearer.
"So what's next on your schedule, hm? Let's see, what do we got covered? Breaking and entering..." You nod towards the window. "Twice. One attempt to have a civilized cup of tea. Failed. One attempt to make a civilized conversation. Failed. One attempted murder. Failed. One attempt to have sex. Failed, to my deep regret."
"Sara, I..." I begin, but you interrupt me furiously.
"Shut up! Just shut up, Nottingham!..." I can see the eyes behind your eyes again and I know what you are about to say. You lower your voice and look me straight in the eye.
"I know why you didn't do it. I know what you saw..." You let it hang there. Then you go back to counting. "One attempt to lighten the mood by means of hysterical laughter on your part. Failed as well."
"You laughed," I point out.
"I said shut up!"
Does it turn you on, Sara? Standing here like that, with the blade to my throat, with all the control on your side? Because it sure as hell turns me on.
"You are blowing my statistics, Nottingham. I think we should both..."
My cell phone rings and we both gasp. I feel a sting of pain and a thin trickle of blood starts running down my neck and sinking into my collar.
I point my finger in the general direction of my coat and you step back into the shadow, lowering the Witchblade. I fish out the cell phone from my pocket and put it to my ear.
"Yes, Father."
You shiver visibly and I hear the familiar clatter of the Witchblade retracting. How would you possibly know that it is only silence on the other end of the line? I cannot see the loathing on your face but I know it is there. I can feel it.
He waits a while and then hangs up. I close the phone and put it back into my pocket. I touch my gloved finger to the wound on my neck and then look at the dark liquid glistening in the moonlight.
"Daddy's worried?" Comes your sharp question.
"So would appear," I answer politely. Then I tilt my head to the side so you can see the wound. "Now that we both cut each other, are we even?"
You suddenly emerge from the shadow and step close to me. You look at my neck and then up at my face.
"No, we're not."
And then you just stand on tiptoe and begin to kiss me. I get the awful feeling as though I must have failed to notice something important. I quickly go through all the events of the evening but I can't find anything significant enough. Maybe except for your dreamy eyes back then, when we first... when I first...
My thoughts seem to drift away of their own volition. I wonder why. Is it your mouth so eagerly exploring my mouth? Or is it your hand now resting against my chest? I don't give a damn, just don't stop it, please...
You shift slightly and now your whole body is resting against mine. I close my eyes and inhale your scent. You must have had a coffee before I got here. You taste so good.
The serpent slowly lifts its head and looks through my eyes. I growl at it and it retreats to its shelter in the back of my mind. No interruptions now.
You stop kissing me for a moment and mutter against my mouth: "I shouldn't be doing this. I don't know what's got into me..."
"Wish I could say 'me'..." I whisper and you smile. Then you bend my head to your shoulder and your mouth moves slowly towards my ear.
"About those statistics, Nottingham..." You begin to whisper.
I nibble your earlobe and you gasp. "What about them?"
You are trembling now, but you try to keep your voice firm. And again we both know you have lost the battle. So you whisper hoarsely against my ear:
"We should really discuss undoing all these mistakes we made today. But first..."
You push me back suddenly and point to the window with a wicked smile on your pretty face.
"You go get some cookies."
*** [THE END]
Like it? Don't like it? I would love to hear from you, you know...
You want to see my other work? I'll post a sequel to this if you want. If you don't just go to my website Kompireality at http ://kompir.republika.pl (ff.net won't let me paste and address here, so just delete the space between http and : and paste it into your browser, otherwise it won't work...) and see for yourself.