Breaking purity: The wolf // Michael Langdon

The red dress

Day 22 morning

You take a deep breath and moan a little through your nose, stretching your toes under the sheets before opening your eyes. The tip of his nose is brushing yours, his exhalations making your upper lip tingly.

-You looking at me like I have something on my face – you smile shyly.

-Maybe – he says, the brightness of his blue pearls make you blink but you don't want to look away. The picture of his blonde hair falling gracefully on the pillow is too angelic to ignore.

-What is it?

He is the first to break eye contact, forcing a chuckle and shaking his head 'no': -Nothing.

You take courage and kiss him lightly. Then you look at him again but he stays in silence.

-What, Michael? – you raise up your voice a little bit, starting to lose patience.

-I think we need to have a shower – he abruptly pulls the sheets away and picks you up in his arms, getting you both out of bed. He throws you over his shoulder as you laugh hysterically and walks out of the bedroom.

-Michael! Please put me back on the floor! – you exclaim; you know he is not going to comply but you feel ridiculous in the situation you are in. You had being carried like this to the bathroom once but now it's different. Your shrieks of laughter echo along the corridor. Michael is refraining himself not to laugh too at your reaction, if you could see him, you would find him smiling and biting his bottom lip while trying to disapprove the sounds you make.

You are finally in the bathroom, he puts you back on the floor and cups your cheeks to make you look at him. Your skin feels hot under his fingers due to the agitation.

-Silly little thing you are – he says and you swallow, his fingers moving to your neck – Let's take this out for a second – he removes the collar and places it carefully on the edge of the sink. His gaze poses on the light pink bruise around your neck and you know he is examining exactly that but he just moves forward and kisses your colored skin, playing against it with his tongue. Your eyelids get heavier and your breathing, louder, but he stops and picks you up with your legs hanging at both sides of his waist and moves you inside the bathtub. Michael turns on the taps and regulates the temperature of the water till he finds it pleasurable and positions your body under the jet – Enjoy yourself – he is about to move the bath curtain but you put a hand on it too.

-You're not... - coming in with me? - ...taking a shower?

Michael blinks a few times as if he is pensive and you think he might go away without answering but all of a sudden you have him inside the bath with you, trapping you against the wall with each of his hands at both sides of your head. Some time ago it would have scared you, his proximity, his nakedness, but at this point it makes you feel excited, vibrant.

-Has Little Red Riding Hood ever listened about not teasing the Wolf?

- I'm sorry – you reply and hide your nervous giggle.

-No, you little liar, you are not – Michael moves his arms so he can take a bottle of shampoo.

-It has been months since I last used some. Does this mean now I'm going to have my hair as beautiful as yours?

- Are you trying to get on my good side by complimenting me?

-Am I not already there?

Silence.

-Come here – he says and starts massaging your hair with the shampoo. Then he washes it off with ever so delicate movements, making you close your eyes at the relaxation.