Rile Me Up

Making up.

A few days pass by, and the family had somewhat returned to their usual routine. All except for one Madrigal in particular, who had barely left her room. Mainly because she had no need to, all she needed was right there- waking up and falling asleep beside her. If they weren't fast asleep, they were deeply entangled together- hours of unbridled heated passion. Skin to skin, Isabela doesn't think she has ever felt so connected to someone before in her life. She selfishly wishes that Carmen could have more near death experiences so that they could spend hours exploring each other- engulfed in a state of pleasure Isabela never thought possible.

If they weren't sleeping, or for a lack of better terms- fucking. They were talking, both verbally and in silence. Staring into each other's eyes not uttering a single word, merely taking in the moment they were in together. As they lay there, upon a bed suspended high into the air- concealed by a curtain of flowers and hushed whispers, coming down from their high. The eldest grandchild decides to pipe up- giving her internal thought a voice.

"I wonder if my parents ever felt like this?"

Carmen hums, her arms wrapping around the girl gently. Tilting her head down to acknowledge the girl lying against her chest.

"Like what?"

Isabela errs, her feet sliding against the silk sheets as she thought of ways to describe whatever she was feeling.

"At peace? Or- infatuated? Happy?"

A gentle breeze sways the bed, Sandiego takes a deep breath.

"Probably? I mean they're married aren't they? I don't think people who aren't happy together stay together.. Then again.."

Marriage, that word Isabela had been so afraid of. Hearing it fall out of Carmen's mouth felt- reassuring. Promising, almost as if the word's definition had been changed on the spot. From a terrifying commitment to someone so that you can live the picture perfect life everyone dreams of- to domestic bliss. A venture worth considering.

More often than she'd care to admit, Isabela continually found herself wondering what the differences and similarities between the relationship she and Carmen had and her parent's relationship were. Asides from the obvious of course, she wondered if they too had shared endless laughing fits that seemed to drag on and on with no end. Maybe they also played childish games like footsies or chasey- silly things that Abuela probably wouldn't have been fond of.

Marriage, the word tumbled around in Carmen's mind for a moment. She doesn't actively know anyone who has been married or is still married before. She doesn't even think her parents were married when she had been born. Marriage is a commitment, something serious for people who had the time to slow down. Definitely not something anyone within the worlds of V.I.L.E and ACME could entertain- at least entertain for long. Relationships as a whole were borderline unthinkable in the high speed world that Carmen found herself entrenched in. For a moment, she considers what her father's relationship with her mother would have been like. Had it started out as a fling? Or something more?

Did his father feel the same way about her mother- as she does about Isabela?

Carmen blinks, shaking her head. How does she feel?

She feels a lot of things when she thinks about Isabela, new things. Carmen tried to not dwell on the new feelings frequently, it made her feel like a teenager with a highschool crush. If she wasn't so focused on keeping up her cool girl facade- she would have been twirling her hair and kicking her legs ages ago. Thankfully for self control, she didn't have to give away more than she was willing to. Somehow though, without fail- over time Isabela managed to worm her way past that facade and render Carmen a soft and gooey mess.