1972

Chapter Six

     It was late at night and I felt as if we were being watched. Nothing in particular or out of the ordinary happened to trigger this emotion, yet I still felt that way. Tom bought over his poetry as promised and I devoured it until there were only blank pages left. The amount of surrealism flowed there each line and every thought was conveyed in a gracefully skilled way, that I found myself actually jealous. Tom has alway been the stoic type,but internally there was something deep inside him he ached to express.

   "Ivor," I find myself saying to him.  "Have you ever seen insanity where you later saw creativity?"

   I don't know where the question came from. To be honest I wasn't even aware that I had a question to ask at all. When it came to Ivor I don't even  ask much questions,  and I suppose I don't know why that is. Ivor doesn't address me much either; we are things unsaid like a silent film with many juxtaposition. I want to know so much more about him or to hear him simply speak outside of a classroom. 

  "To see creativity you must be insane all the time." He says taking his shirt off and setting it aside. "Not everything that is agreed upon is what people deem as sane."

  "You must be the most demented of the mental then." I state and he walks over to me.

  My neck starts to tingle and I don't pull my eyes from him. Yesterday I was to busy getting fucked to analyze what was right in front of me. Ivor's expression depending on what, is rare to see twice at least when we're alone. Placing his watch down next to my silver hairbrush his cheek brushed against mine. My heart quickened pace and the urge to reach for him was there.  I wanted all of him. 

  Pulling himself away I still felt like I was under some form of hypnosis. Almost like when we first crossed paths in his classroom. This wasn't submission to his dominance but simply adoring with all the affection I had. Getting in bed I faced the door and Ivor eventually cut off his light. There was an eerie silences that had passed between us and before I knew it sleep became me.

In  the next morning I go down stairs and join everyone for breakfast. When I go into the kitchen to get a plate a shadow goes past the window. Getting confused I peer back in the living room and see what I just saw last, everyone was there. Nearly jumping when Ivor is in front of me I laugh for being so squeamish.

   "Hey we're you just outside?" I ask when I get myself together.

  "No Letty, I wasn't." Ivor says in a odd way.

   I get on the tips of my toes and he places his arms around my waist. Moving the curly black pieces of hair that has fallen in his face, I kiss his lips. When I go to pull away he kisses even harder, the tough part was for me to say: no. My hand goes straight for belt tied around his jean cut shorts.  I pull away in haste.

   "One of them might walk in." I keep my voice into a whisper.

  "Let's give them something to focus on then." He practically growls back roughly pressing his lips against mine again.

Feeling Ivor's  His hands cup my breast before his fingers move up my leg. A moan is threatening to come out and when he presses me up against the counter it accidentally does.  It wasn't loud but I almost did it again.  This was dangerous but so far Malinda was still talking.  My face heated but I wanted him all the same.

   Taking his belt off I put my hands in his pants and found out just how hard he was. Ivor was amazing at this not moaning thing, instead he whispered in my ear saying how much he wanted to be inside. I suddenly realized that I was in control of him and that I can cause him feelings to feel. I want to know his thoughts and dislike or even the simplest of things on his mind.  This wasn't what this was about though at least not this time around. 

   "This is going to hurt." He instructed and then he takes puts the skin of my neck between his teeth. 

   Malinda then decides to call out to Ivor and we quickly disperse. I quickly give his belt back to him and go over to were the plates are. When Malinda comes into the kitchen she urges him to hurry up and join the table.  I look at Ivor and try to hide my disappointment but I think he shared the feeling as well.  I was flustered to the point I almost dropped my cup.

  "Scarlett are you ill?" She states sounding annoyed.

  "Just woke up feeling a little light headed is all." I reply back handing Ivor a plate.

  I had to rearrange my expression  into something pleasant than before so she wouldn't look less expectant towards us. Following her on the way out and listening to some story about a rich guy, I whisper only for him to hear me. 

   "I love you." I say and then I hurry to sit down.