Clementine had become a wild child. Born in America but raised abroad, she now had little regard for the expectations of high society. But her reckless ways eventually catch up with her when she is kicked out of college in New York City and forced t...
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The water droplets sizzled on her tan skin.
She realized that after spending several weeks now in Rio, her skin became a perpetual golden brown. She was thankful for this Vitamin D which, as her mother pointed out, was actually hormone not even a vitamin and was essential for our health. Physical and mental.
And though she was happy, right there and then, and surely he was happy, she could still sense a strange things going on. The highly charge electrical currents of emotion which she was so good at perceiving due to her being an empath, have been picking up on this for quite some time.
Clementine had a feeling, an inkling, that perhaps Zico's charisma and freewheeling attitude to life was not as much a wild upbringing as much as it was his depression, masquerading as such in order to not have to be alone.
She didn't want to press him for it, figuring that he'd bring it up himself if he wanted to, but she did't even had to ask. She could see that his life was not an easy one, and considering everything, he somehow managed to do alright for himself. How, she still wasn't sure, but again, now was not the time to press him for this either.
He actually seemed to be the kind of person that was open about these types of things, the way he was about his drugs and his nightly lifestyle. Almost as if sharing it with the rest of the world would mark it an easier burden to have to carry himself.
Sure, maybe Clementine was getting something out of this herself. His company, and his life, immersing herself in it was a sort of escape from the mundane existence that she had brought herself into.
But she was also wondering if perhaps, it wasn't her that he was using to not want to be alone. These power dynamics, she could feel shifting. If at first, it was her pining away for him, she sense a shift of the earth. For now it was him, becoming dependent on her. She could feel it and it was intoxicating. She was getting drunk on the thought and the feeling of it.
In the water, she felt one with the elements. And with her arms around Zico, she felt one with him.
Feeling, that he wanted to take it a step further, she realized she had never fucked in the water, much less the sea. And if she was to do so, it obviously would be a risk. But she knew her own cycles, and knew that he risk of pregnancy at that point in the month was relatively low, anyway, so she let him.
Taking a deep breath, praying to her own God, she could see parts of the statue of Christ the Redeemer around the bend.
So, nodding to him, she let him take her, and she knew right there and then that the imprint that he left on her and their connection, would take a long time to be washed away by the waves if ever it had to come to that. If ever their affair became footsteps in the sand of her mind, she thought, ti would take many tides for it to dissipate..
But soon herm ind went blank, and she alone her self the luxury and pleasure of not thinking. The pleasure of feeling his body next to hers. The pleasure of feeling wanted, of bringing pleasure to someone else.
Later, they lay on the horse, letting the waves lap over them. Not knowing the difference between waves and limbs.
They lay like that, in a post haze euphoric phase, and let the sun rotate around them. Just another star, descending to go up again.
"What are you doing tomorrow?" Zico asked her quietly.
"Tomorrow...uh, I don't want to think about tomorrow," Clementine hurried her face in his arm. "I guess, my parents are owning back, and I have to be home. Maybe dance practice," Clementine mused.
"I wish you could just stay with me forever," Zico wrapped her tighter in his arms, and Clementine felt a surge of happiness.
"Me too," she said, and then later thinking to herself, but something tells me that will not be possible she thought to herself.
"Your parents...how much do they know?" Clementine was impressed that he was asking about her parents, but could also feel him treading o thin ice. Dangerous territory.
"They don't. Ever since the hospital...its better that way. At least for now." Suddenly, she felt cold and started getting up.
"We should get dressed," she said, looking around uneasily.
"Don't worry, nobody will see use here, trust me. Not many people know about this place. And anyway, except fo r the fact that we're naked, I don't have a problem with people seeing us."
Clementine feigned shock, "do you mean to tel me, you bring girls here often?"
Zico laughed, and pulling her gently back down beside him whispered: "Me? Never."
Smiling to herself, she said, "actually, I'm surprised nobody has caught us yet."
