Serious Snafu

Chapter 3

As LaSalle approached the house, he saw that Percy's apartment was dark. He almost turned away, until a fleeting movement caught his eye.

He sighed deeply. Time to piss or get off the pot, as his pepaw would say. He went to her door and knocked sharply. There was a loud crash in response, along with a barrage of obscenities. He chuckled first, but sobered up as he realized he would pay heavily for startling her in the middle of the night.

After a few minutes, the outside light clicked on and he heard several dead bolts being unlocked.

When she opened the door, he was almost afraid he had gone to the wrong place. Although he had only seen her less than a hour before, she looked different - faded. Her face was puffy, her eyes red.

"WTF, LaSalle! What do you want?"

No, it was definitely her.

"Sorry Sonja, this was a mistake." He turned to go.

She softened at his use of her first name. "No, Christopher, don't," she almost whispered, then regained her voice. "You just scared me. Come in."

He entered, detecting the scent of beer. The pile of wet paper towels on the floor confirmed what had been knocked over.

She sat on the couch. He sat down too, leaving two cushions between them.

"I'd offer you a beer, but that was my last one," she said.

"No thanks, I think we've both had enough tonight," he said.

"So, you came to lecture me about my alcohol consumption?" She gave him that "don't mess with me look."

Shit, this was not going well.

"No, I just..." he stopped. Why had he come? Five minutes ago in the car, he had been so sure, but now that he was actually here alone with her, awkwardness filled the air.

Maybe that was his answer.

"I just wanted to thank you again for helping me," he said. "I know I've been kind of an asshole..."

"And, that's different from usual because?" She raised her eyebrows.

LaSalle tilted his head. "Y'know, you have your moments too..."

Sonja showed a crooked smile. "Just keepin' it real bro."

"That why you've been crying?" He touched her cheek gently.

She closed her eyes. "Yep, too real."

He leaned over and kissed her softly. For a moment, pure bliss.

Sonja suddenly bolted straight up, "Why the hell d'ya do that?"

"Well, I, I, ah ...." He stammered.

She made a face, then flung herself on him and planted a big wet one on his lips. The force propelled him back, his head narrowly missing the couch armrest.

"Whoa, city mouse - slow down," he said.

They kissed again. It was long, it was deep - there were tongues involved.

They finally broke.

"Try to keep up, country mouse," she said.

He flipped her over, now on top. "Challenge accepted."

He began to kiss behind her ears. Sonja sighed. He caressed her gently, while making his way down her neck and shoulders. When he got to her blouse, she rolled her eyes and it went over her head in a second.

He was pleased to see she had a front-opening bra with one small clasp. He went for it and she stopped him.

"Unt-ah - you first," she smiled.

LaSalle grinned wider than Cheshire. "Never argue with a lady," he said, tearing off his shirt.

She sighed again as she ran her hands gently over the fine hair and kissed his bruises.

"Poor baby," she cooed.

He unclasped the bra and opened each side, like a present. As he imagined, she had round, firm breasts. "God bless America," he said as cupped them tentatively and began to suck softly.

Sonja moaned as she clutched his back. He began to kiss his way back to her mouth. They went for each other as if addicted and getting a long-awaited fix.

She gasped in his ear, "I - have a - very big - bed.."

He got up, pulling her with him. She stood up on the couch and they began to kiss again. The friction of their bare chests charging the passion. He lifted her up and she straddled his waist with her legs, and flung her arms tight around his neck, still kissing him wildly. He held her beneath her butt and carried her to the bedroom. They fell on her bed.

"Hold on, hold on," she gasped. "Gotta take care of business." She ran into the bathroom to grab her diaphragm and contraceptive gel from the medicine cabinet. In a fleeting moment of clarity, she checked the expiration date - it had been a long time since she used them.

As she shut the cabinet door, she caught her reflection in the mirror. That Sonja was flushed and had some marks on her neck.

What was she doing, what were they doing? She wanted to slap herself and say, "Snap out of it." But, it was beyond her capacity. "I need him," she told the mirror Sonja.

She went back prepared, but determined to slow things down. "Christopher, maybe we should..."

Then he reached up to her and she saw that he was naked and come prepared too. Well, at least she could skip the safe-sex lecture. He lapped at her breasts and the intoxication took over. Her remaining clothes evaporated and soon they were one in motion, sound, and spirit. They reached climax and melted breathless in a damp, spent heap.

After their breathing slowed and the room stopped spinning, LaSalle cupped her chin in his hands and began, "Well, that..."

Percy put two fingers over his mouth, "No, no comments. No - lightning struck, I saw God, the earth moved..."

He glanced at her. "Because..."

"Because, we'll only screw it up," she snuggled into him.

He gathered her in his arms and held her close. For once, he couldn't argue.