Amazonas, Brasil.
1982.
I'm in bed
Feet kicked up comfortably
Slung up and over a mountain of pillows I've stacked
And by flickering candlelight
I savour the taste of rich milky caramel
Irresistible
Sweet
Like summer nights with you
... My Love
My book, Healing at Home with Herbs
Still open but long forgotten at my side
Closing my eyes, I smile at the sound of approaching footsteps
And when I open them again, I'm met with the best sight:
Him
Him, pausing as he leans against the open door and admires me
Admires me the same way I admire him
Then, just as I knew he would, he shakes his head and laughs,
"... My Pingo de Leite ..."
Pingo de Leite
A muggle sweet he's quite fond of
One that he buys in bulk
And squirrels away around the house
"... Oops," I tease back
My expression one of feigned apology
Pushing off the door, he moves towards me,
Eyes fixed on me with heart fluttering intensity
"... Oops?"
He echoes the word back with equal teasing
Because that's how we've always been, after all
Despite the tragedy
Him and I
Our dynamic
Playful, teasing
That's just us
Upon reaching me, he leans down, hands pressing on either side of me, eyes locked on mine
"My Pingo de Leite ..." He repeats himself again
This time, his words delivered more slowly, more flirtatiously
In the few seconds that follow, we eye each other hungrily
A prelude to what we both know's about to happen
Let this build, yes?
Tease until we're both unable to restrain ourselves
I continue to suck slowly on the piece I've been enjoying, my eyes never leaving his, "Mmm ..."
I watch with satisfaction at the way his eyes widen at this
"... You stole my sweets. Little thief."
Biting at my lip, I whisper back, my eyes remain on his, unblinking, "... And what are you going to do about it, then?"
Laughing, he brings his lips to my neck and whispers, "... Ask politely for them back."
"Hmm..."
"Please?"
His lips, making their way slowly up and down my neck as I sigh with anticipation
"... Pleaaaaseee?"
"... So come, then. Take it."
The bag of sweets, spilled and scattered all around us
My book, fallen to the floor
Our clothes, gone
And him and I, giggling and then gasping as we lose ourselves in one another completely
YOU ARE READING
Coiled (Book 1 of 2)
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