Swirl

14. Talk To Me.

(The morning after their bedroom rendezvous):

Lerato lounged languidly on Thato's broad chest, his hands drawing unrecognizable letters all across her bare back. The sheet was draped across the lower half of their bodies.

He hummed beneath his breath, a melody so sweet it made his chest reverberate. She was in a state of pure satiation. The intimacy of the morning after being a pleasant surprise, - almost as pleasant as their trysts before, and the icing on the cake.

It had been an acrobatic evening (to say the least), only having ended an hour or so ago, and already the sun's rays were creeping in through the curtains. The alcohol had worn off long ago as he forced her to gulp down water by the gallons before they started their exploration. "I like my women coherent when I please them," he said.

She smiled seductively and asked, "Ah, so there are others?"

"I want to make you my only," he purred.

As she downed the water by the gallons though, he continued to mention things to her that she couldn't stop thinking about, but decided not to speak on to avoid ruining the moment. But, now that she was awake and the moment had come and gone (blissfully so), she wanted to talk about them.

She perched herself on her lower arms on his chest. His eyes were barely open, but he grumbled his protest at the partial loss of warmth and tried to pull her back down, but she wasn't budging.

"Did you mean it?" she whispered, capturing his interest. He signaled this by fully opening one eye to look at her bemused.

"Mean what?"

"What you said last night."

"I said a lot of things last night." He smirked and his one opened eye held a playful glimmer. "I called you my queen, my sexy kitten, my cactus in the desert..."

She broke into a fit of giggles, and rolled off his chest to his side, covering her face in his armpit and effectively tickling him with her bursts of hot breath. He laughed too.

She calmed down and became bashful, fearful of whether she'd heard the right thing in her drunken stupor. "Tjo. No. You said you'd make me your only... And other things of that nature."

Both eyes wide open, Thato stared at the ceiling. "I did," he nodded pensively, giving nothing more and nothing less to his thoughts at that moment.

Reduced to whisper yet again, Lerato asked, "Did you mean it?"

Thato sat up abruptly and turned his molten gaze towards her, holding it for a few seconds before nodding affirmatively, - his jaw ticked slightly; all notes of playfulness gone. "Every word."

Lerato squirmed under the heat of his stare and gulped. As I hope to have shown so far, she's always been a very assertive character in her own dynamic when needs be, but for once, she was lost for words.

Running her hands through her now matted afro, to try and stretch it out, she cautiously approached her concerns, "But... You don't even know me."

"I know enough. And I like what I know." Not even the slightest waver in his resolve, - it's like the decision was set in stone.

"And what about what you don't know?" She asked sarcastically.

"I'll know with time. Knowledge, just like love, is grown. I'm willing to cultivate that field for you."

Flustered, she blushed, wanting to take the sheet and cover her head with it altogether. "That's too fast paced for me. I'm more of a 'love first, commitment later' kind of girl."