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That day I felt cute. Someone made me. The reddish melon-like sky with a few puffs of depressive cigarette, the sound of the birds flying home, the musical little coffeehouse I was sitting at prepping... Nothing compared to my beauty. So he says.
Neith Blaze has a funny walk. I've never seen him before and yet I can't help but cuss myself for coming in nothing but leggings and a piece of gradma sweater. One look at him and I perspire.
We talk for a bit. He's into business, he has to free his time to catch on reading. His voice is slightly gruffy, lost and the words he speaks carry nothing else other than politeness. "I think I'll have a cuppa latte. Can I get something for you?" In turn I look astonished. My mutters are heard : "you don't sound like a guy fanning over books."
"Hm?" Neith teasingly draws into halt, he resumes in offering me a hand, bold move, and I'm already weak in the knees by the time I'm off the couch. "To Carter, Alexia wasn't just that. Blonde, smart, pretty... Pretty, pretty meaningless descriptors. She was so much more," Neith doesn't have to meet my eyes ; he knows I'm blushing as I that he's smiling to himself. "She was anything but Alexia Carmen he saved lunch spots. Waited on listlessly. She was — she just was, all right? A wordly piece of heaven, a symphony —"
"Your offer, Romeo."
Well, the bored look the waitress gave us had one thing clear : maybe I was smittened by him.
Nonetheless, Neith thereafter leads us to quieter place, a corner against the wall. With great interest, he hums to himself every time there's something on the paper. Witty, beautiful, soulful.
Moments, I still stand by him. "Thanks for being a fan. I can call you that?"
"Sure, sure."
"Have you read Venus in Furs?"
Neith shrugs.
"It's... About... Well, never mind. Well never mind." He's just not into me. That sucks. I turn around leaving him in peace. All is lost. Should have wore make up. Dammit. Now he thinks I'm a bad looking author!!!
"I never said that." that's when I bump into him, his flesh encircling me as a serpent and the drop in pitch does many to my insides. I feel dry. So I comment," were you playing hard to get...?''
"Only women do that."
"Are you a woman then?"
"No, but you are."
I'm backed against the wall. Neith momentarily loses his mind during inspecting me, my fingers desperately holding his frame off me to no avail. Neith resumes the embrace. "No man in his power can resist the sight the swelling sight of breasts."
We only stand there. Now I understand why he looked away. Every time! "Oh, you must want to feel them."
"I'd be lying if I said otherwise."
"But that never happens to you. Quite a problem you got there." Neith pushes some distance between us, suddenly. "You embarrassed?"
He sharply remarks — "I can't risk ending up in a book..." I hang my arms casually around his neck ,"... A book of yours, that is. Your sex scenes are bad..." He pleads to me. "I feel ashamed for ... This."
"Do you?"
And what felt like hours and hours, we rub each other's back right there. Neith's chin bumps to my head, chests pressed into one. Until he wilfully parts us. "I don't now." Good.
Sloppy kisses mark my body regardless of any pair of watchful eyes on us. Neith has a dry mouth but compared to my wintry skin, it glides over like a swarm of tiny butterflies.
Our cups are long forgotten, our tongues their replacement. Neith is a skilled fore player.
He fondles the valley first, my breasts later. Slowly, tentatively, attending one at a time as his body molds into mine. Refuses to kiss cause it'd only distract him more. We'd be more breathless. More animalistic.
He sits me on a nearest chair. Surprisingly, lifts my foot in one go, caps off the sandal and he tastes my toes before my protests drowns in pleasured sighs. I throw my head back reflexively.
Chanting his name over and over again.
I'd ask him to take me home but I don't think I can wait that long. His devotion, his passion, his attentiveness...
That night — I drive home over- drenched with little bruises around my calves and elbows.
I'm never doing a fan ever.
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