I'm in bed, Mohini is lying beside me stomach down. We are quite worn out by the frenetic activity of the afternoon. I'm up on my elbow letting my gaze glides on her naked body. My eyes are sliding down the curve of her back, rising up on her round bottom, and slipping softly down again on her long full legs. Her skin is quite dark, a rich colour that reminds me of the morning coffee mum used to get with a bit of milk inside. I brush my lips on her shoulder and I can almost taste that bittersweet flavour, I can almost perceive a whiff of it.
My fingers start to follow those shapes, and it seems like touching something indefinite, impalpable, so soft it makes me almost feel she could melt in me if I'd hug her tightly enough.
Her sleek corvine hair is spread untidily on her back and on the white pillow, the contrast is marvellous. Eyes closed, her black and long eyelashes, caressing her high cheekbones. Her mouth is even too perfect to be described, full, well designed and an intense dark brown red. I kiss it, it stretches in a smile.
Her beauty makes me feel the same way as when looking at my Regina, a beauty that gives peace. How a creature can be so strikingly perfect and so utterly stupid leaves me speechless with bewildered wonder. Nature's contradictions never stop to surprise me. I enjoy this perfect moment in which I can look at her with sheer admiration because I know that when she'll open her mouth it will shatter immediately without remedy.
Such a shame. We could be so happy together and maybe even love each other if her brain would match her beauty. But perhaps in that case she wouldn't find me attractive.
Perhaps it would be better for me to be a degree or two stupider, so I could enjoy my situation, I wouldn't feel emptiness but only satisfaction in being able to get laid with such a stunning girl, I wouldn't mind about her being vain and superficial because I would be the same and I wouldn't wish to be able to have a worthwhile conversation but only shag her as much as I can and then look for another one as perfect looking as her.
I caress her hair and I sigh.
'You look beautiful, Mohini' I whisper in the end deciding to break this enchanting silence, knowing I'll regret it but unable to stop my overflowing admiration.
She giggles softly without opening her eyes. She wrinkles her nose, and she is so pretty that I would almost be willing to swaps brains to give her mine, better suited to her look. We would anyway both be winners.
I would be happier with her brain. I could be happier.
'Thank you, Potter. You are not bad either.'
'Why do you always call me Potter? You can call me by my first name as I do. We are intimate enough I dare say' I say playfully brushing my palm along her spine finishing with a firm grope at her buttocks.
She titters again 'I don't know. I like Potter better'
'Why?'
She shrugs her shoulders 'Potter means something. It gives prestige' she mutters half sleepily 'While James… I don't know. It doesn't mean much, innit?' and as she speaks, she turns her head on the other side.
My spirit sank but at the same time I'm surprised.
I never thought I would hear something clever coming out from her mouth.