"Stop smirking!"
She pushed her head into his golden chest as she blushed. He chuckled and the gruff rumble deep inside his chest could be felt on her cheek. "Oh come on, Mami. You know it's slightly ironic. Only a few days ago you were showing me vibes so strong of your uptight, coldness, and now look where we are." He indicated their position with the crooked smile she had fallen so hard for: Their legs, along with their fingers, intertwined; one of his rough hands working gently up and down her bare back; her own free hand subconsciously playing with the dark hair on his chest; and her eyelashes soft as butterflies brushing his skin. She took a deep breath and filled her nose with his intoxicating scent: soap, cocoa butter, and a fainter smell of car oil from working the day before. She looked over to the window drenching the room in morning sunlight and saw the people starting their regular, everyday routines on the streets of Chicago. She snuggled closer to him for a moment, a smile painting her face, as she assessed the damage they had caused to her single bedroom apartment from the intense activities of the previous night. She started to sit up.
"Where do you think you're going, Mami. You're mine for at least another hour!", he growled as his large paws wrapped around her rib cage. Sometimes he forgot just how small she was. He could fit both his hands around her entire waist! He put that down to the fact that he was just a big guy. She called him the "BFG", whatever childhood book that was from. Her and her silly upper class upbringing. Sometimes she really showed strong elements of her former "Daddy's Little Girl" title which clashed so loudly with his simple, Puerto Rican lifestyle. Perhaps that was why she was such a successful little business woman: to move away from that and create her life for herself that she had made with her own efforts. He'd never truly understand why she loved her work so much, but seeing her being so independent and passionate about her job only made him fall deeper.
Her wild, dark, thick hair tickled his face as she squirmed and giggled playfully, trying to unlock the tight hold he had on her body. She really was a cute little thing. She thought she had the strength of a tiger when, in reality, she was more comparable to a kitten. Feeling like she would eventually lose anyway, she gave into his wants and stopped struggling against him. She had somehow ended up on top of him, where she smiled down at him. A smile spread across his face, equally as wide as he caressed her thighs. She leant down and murmured against his lips. "Baby, I really need to go or I'll be late for work."
"I know you don't want to leave. Just stay here with me for all eternity," came the answer. She sighed.
"Ten more minutes.." Something rushed through his every fibre as she spoke those words.
"Mmmm," he let out a short satisfied sound of contentment, "Now tell me, Mami. How on earth did we get here from last night?"
Their minds drifted back...
***
Josue always was an honest man. He put his whole effort into anything he did. For working in a garage, he did ok for himself... Well, a lot better than any of his classmates. Most of the Puerto Rican community in Los Angeles lived in poverty where gangs, murders and drug dealings were a common feature of everyday life. In Josue's opinion, to be an honest man in a place where so few existed, was to be the biggest man of all. Much bigger than a man holding a knife to someone's throat. It was these thoughts that occupied his mind as we worked on his current project: a 1967 Ford Mustang Shelby GT 500. She was a beauty. She was days away from purring like a kitten as she drove. The car was the most perfect thing he had ever laid eyes on. That was until he saw her...
