I drifted off to sleep just for a little while. After that "brawl" about which I hadn't yet a clear idea, I felt myself placed over the fresh sheets and closed my eyelids. Luckily my sleep lasted only till I felt Freddie was moving. I saw he touched the floor searching his clothes. I grabbed his waist, kneeling behind him.
- The storm has passed -he mumbled taking his clothes one by one.
- Let go of that, please. Don't leave me alone.
- Apart from the storm is there anything else you fear?
I nodded wincing tapping the palm of my hand on bed motion to him laying down by my side. He obeyed me this time and I wrapped him with arms and legs not letting him to escape, aching for his touch. Like a monkey gripping the branch of his favourite tree.
- Tell me what you fear -he whispered brushing off the wet locks from my face.
- Tell me this thing we had it's not only a reckoning of two wounded beasts. Tell me sex is something different between us.
- Mousy...
At last he called me so. I looked at him with my eyes again swimming with tears and shy smile.
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- Shhhh. Don't cry anymore, please.
- Won't you answer me?
- Not only sex, everything is different between us. Do you like my answer?
- Are you frightened too? That's why you sneaked about.
- I didn't know you were a light sleeper. And no, I'm not frightened. Why should I be?
Of course, why would Freddie Mercury have to be frightened about nothing?
- There are still lightning strikes -I said curling up against his chest.
- The storm is far away. You are very fearful -he laughed softly lifting again my face to look at him.
I had scarce experience with men but I doubted there would be a body like Freddie's body. A body which could fuck so well and protect so well. There could be a thousand storms outside, with him I didn't care.
I trudged out of bed heading to the wardrobe where I kept my suitcase and I rummaged in it. I didn't find the right moment but maybe after what have been unleashed in that room with no refrain, it was justified.
I'd brought all the toys I had bought for his cats while I waited in line to visit the Statue of Liberty. That day things went very badly between us and I had no chance to give them to him. And later on when things worked out to fall apart again I couldn't either.
- What's this? -he asked, his eyes beaming, peering at the balls of wool and little plastic mouses.
- I bought them for you that day when I escaped to visit the Statue of Liberty. Do you remember you threw me out your room?
