Ride – The Vines
She was next to him in the car, and he knew she was fidgeting. He was so used to riding alone, he allowed the silence to fill the gaps. Knowing she was a talker, and that he loved that about her, he still couldn't break his mold. He was comfortable, but not comfortable enough to let her into his mold. So the silence remained.
She was now eating something with a plastic crinkle every time she dipped her hand. Some inane part of his brain hoped she wouldn't get anything that could stain on his freshly cleaned upholstery.
"Babe," he said as she went for another packet of whatever it was she was eating.
"What? You may be able to sit there and be all silent, Batman shit, but I have to have sustenance to stay awake through this," she said back, looking at him daringly and she took another bite. He smiled. That was his woman. Well, not quite, and she didn't know it, but it was almost true.
As she kept her eyes on him, and him on hers, she brought another bite to her mouth. Before she could taste it fully, he kissed her, open mouth and searching tongue. Whatever she ate was slightly wrong in his mouth, but her taste made up for it. She was delicious, but she was better without the food. She was even better if they were in bed, not a car, and had no clothes on.
"Mmm," he teased her, nipping her earlobe. She really did taste good.
So she had another boyfriend, he knew she was (not quite) his, and he knew that he was not quite comfortable with her in his mold, and they may never be able to survive a long car trip together, but still… Until he was comfortable and she was able to rest in his silence or he was able to function in her liveliness, then they were them, and he was him and she was her, that was all that mattered. He could wait with her, for her, and she would do the same with him, for him.
