Enchanting Eyes

Chapter Four; A wet blanket

Andrew felt water seeping into his clothes, it was raining. "The end of may on a beach in Los Angeles and it's fucking raining?!" He screamed. Sophia's silence was broken by a groan. She was awake and perfectly aware of her surroundings and before Andrew knew it she was running towards the jeep holding a wet blanket. That blanket had an useemingly hidden past, years of torture and then years of pleasure, all in her right hand. There's no use in running so Andrew begins to walk, gifted with laughter from Sophia's effort to attack the jeep, as if it would make the door unlock faster. "It's my car and right now I regret letting you drive" she screamed at him, loud and so painfully high pitched. He reached in his pocket and like magic the doors unlocked and she was behind the intimidatingly green vehicle in seconds. She launched the blanket in and hopped in the passenger seat. Andrew was still strolling, Listening to her rythmic press on the horn. He got in alongside her and said "How ya feeling honey?" He didn't even dare look at her. He reached in the door of her Jeep and grabbed a small orange bottle with his name on it Andrew J. Daniel, he popped open the bottle and took out three pastel colored tablets and put his hand out. "Thanks" she paused, " you Asshole." He didn't dare make eye contact now, due to both his laughing and her tension. They both looked at the clock, it read 11:45.
          They both went for the garage door button, fourth door, at the same time and, he won. He backed the Jeep in so it would be easier for Sophia to  get out later in the day. They both slowly walked the long way, around to the lower deck of the garage, following the driveway and walked up the stairs around through the kitchen. Andrew double stepped all the way up, skipping a stair for the whole flight. Sophia just gave him a rude look. He walked around the corner and in through the sliding door to be treated with blaring 'golden' country music. He observed the room and immediately turned around, locked the door, and pulled the blinds. Andrew saw Kai dancing in front of the stove, completely naked. He slowly approached Kai and placed his hands in a firm grasp on his backside. Kai, being as startled as possible, jumped. Andrew realized what he wanted now, what he's truly wanted all along, it was Kai. He was kissed on the neck and then Andrew simply pointed toward the bedroom. Kai went, then Andrew, with one touch on a screen secured the whole home, aside from the mother in law suite and the 12 car garage. With one more touch, lights were out and the music was off.
          Kai, both of them, actually, had soft perfect skin. The doors were shut, the house secured, yet Sophia banged away at the glass door. The unsteady rhythm of her tapping helped to set things in motion. Kai helped Andrew undress, they were often interrupted with passionate kisses. The motions remained fluid all thanks to Sophia's steady anger.
The love was so real, there wasn't tension, or suspense, it was love. The love continued until sweat dripped from their bodies like a flourishing stream. The sweat engulfed them, but passion evermore so than sweat. It soaked the sheets. Their love was hours long and passionately cared for.
They awoke sticky and happy and glazed with joy. They awoke, Andrew, much more so than Kai, on a wet blanket. It always ends with a wet blanket.