Sweat
The afternoon was particularly hot, summer was being a bit merciless with us and I had to admit that the priestess clothes weren't the best attire to wear through this season.
"I should go for water." I say out loud, while I sit at the gallery of our cabin's entrance.
I was tired after a busy morning. In hot days like these, we start our tasks quite early in order to be able to rest through the major part of the afternoon, which is when one most notices the moist and high temperature.
"I'll go." You say at a short distance from me.
I look at you through the top of my shoulder, and see you take your kosode off then go to the back of the house where we store the water, in a place sheltered from the sun.
I take a band from my sleeve's pocket, and start to tie my hair in a knot, and that way be able to feel the weak breeze that sometimes blew through. I hear your steps get closer, you come with a bamboo jar that's filled with water, I can see the drops falling from it, due to the movement. You pass the back of your arm through your forehead, and I can see your fringe is wet, you've probably let the water run through your head as you usually do.
When you reach my side, you hand me the jar.
"Thanks." I smile, softly, as a way of showing gratitude.
I start to drink. The water is quite fresh, and it relieves the heat somehow. You start to pull from the hitoe to take it off your hakama; I remain there, looking at you while drinking. I know it's strange, because I've seen your chest naked many times, yet I still get charmed for a long instant at the sight. There is such a perfect harmony between the shape of your body and your movements, that if someone were to ask me, I'd believe you've been sculpted by some deity.
I stop drinking, yet my gaze is still focused on your neck, which now is covered by a film of sweat that little by little, forms drops which swell until their own consistency makes them fall and slip all the way down your clavicle, creating a slight curve before joining another drop, overcome the rosary then fall to your chest, grazing a nipple, and from there go all the way to your abdomen.
I lift my gaze to another drop that's forming on your neck. My mouth goes dry and I'm thirsty again. I leave the jar aside, and I don't know when I decide to go to you.
"What are you doing?" You say in the middle of a sigh, bewildered.
I look at you from the place in your chest I've accessed to, and I pick the drop falling from your clavicle, dragging my tongue through your skin.
"I drink."
A/N
It's suddenly hot where I live, in the middle of winter xD
This drabble was inspire by a picture my friend Len posted on her social media, of an Inu exquisitely sweating. I hope you've liked it.
Thank you for reading, and keeping me company.
Anyara.
This text is possible thanks to the translation of: Dezart
