Do I want to know
He sat there spinning the lighter around between his fingers. Looked at his phone again, she was late. Why were they always late. He took a second pull of the cigarette then stubbed it out. When did this start again, the smoking he thought, then instantly lit another. Taking a sip of the expresso, as his eyes watched the street, waiting for her. Why was it like this, god, she took up so much space in his head. For weeks and months now. Almost all he thought about was her. That smile, that face, those eyes. And now the way she felt in his hands, on his lips, how she gripped him tight inside her. He took a long slow pull, switching the cigarette between his fingers, funny how the old ritals came back. Mind racing, where was she. I need to see those eyes, what would she be wearing, why was she late, was she ok. Calm, be still, focus narrow down, concentrate on one point. You're not a kid anymore, it shouldn't hit you like this. But it still did, oh god how it did, that giddy thrill, that feeling of being on top of the world, that skip in the step, that fire in his hart. Nothing else mattering just him and her. She had brought out so many things in him, reawakened so much, desire, want, need. The feeling of wanting to hold her and protect her. Put his hand on her chest and make all the bad of the past go away. Show her something, he felt she had never experienced before.
His mind drifted back to that first time in that hotel room. How he had made love to her then. Slowly and delicately. She had told him she had never had that before, he had wanted to give her that so bad. To show her that he could be a lover. Not just take from her, but to give to her.
She had told him once that he was a mind reader. Maybe he was, maybe he could just read hers alone. He thought he knew, could feel it in her touch her look, the way she spoke to him. She hadn't said it, neither had he, but he felt he knew. But those words, did he need them, were they there. That little uncertainty, that little doubt. 'Be careful of my words, for when you trample on them. Do you not trample on my soul." That was the line he thought, or something like that.
He stubbed out the cigarette again. No more, he said to himself as he put the packet away. Still twiddling the lighter. Where is she, ten minutes now. He chuckled, maybe she was the mind reader, maybe she had seen deep within him and finally been scared off, or maybe it was just the train. Think about something else, art, history, politics anything else. Focus, what was the second law of thermodynamics. Concentrate.....
"Hey you," her voice sweet to him like necture. As he opened his eyes, all thoughts in his mind driven out by her face. He stood up, holding her hips, kissing her softly bringing her close.
"You're late."
"Trai....," he cut her off with an another softer longer kiss.
"You look beautiful."
"You're silly, I look a mess, I was rushing I didn't finish my hair, it's everywhere." He ran his fingers through her hair. Why did they never understand that he thought. He put his hand on her chest. That's where the beauty comes from the soul.
"We are beings of light and energy."
"What are you talking about," she said as she looked up at him. Those big round brown eyes.
"Nothing being silly. You're stunning and don't argue with me. I'm taller than you. Now do you want a coffee or shall we get going."
"Let's go I want to see where you're taking me." Almost without thinking she brushed his hand, putting hers in his. He looked down at her smiling. That touch, so light, yet still so much. It stirred so much in him.
"Ok, but well, don't get too excited it's not a smart restaurant or a shopping trip."
"You ...., I couldn't care about any of that. I just want to be with you." Her hand in his. Her thumb tracing circles over his parm.
"Come on then baby to the gallery I hear they have an amazing colloction of Athenian pots dating back to 500bc." He suddenly realised what he said, 'baby.'
"Oh my god you know how to turn a girl on," she said with a giggle, as she nuzzled into him, her hand in his. He looked down at her and smiled.
The musmeum was quiet, it was a weekday, and it felt like they had the place to themselfs. As they walked along the rows of exhibitions, he used the opportunity to show off. "This one look, you see this," he said as he pointed at a small dagger. "Look at the year. That's from the battle of Thermopylae." His hand without him thinking had slide down the back of her jeans, holding her ass firmly.
She looked up at him rolling her eyes, "instead of talking kiss me." Her lips on his soft and warm, running over them, his tongue sliding over hers, as his other hand pulled her in tighter and deeper. His other hand still on her firm ass. As hers found his hip, pulling him to her. "Wait he said with a smile it's important. Do you know the story?"
"No but you're going tell me aren't you."
"Yes. 300 Spartans stood against the Persian king's army, 100's of thousands. They knew they were going die. But they knew they had to hold them off. For three days they fought. They gave the rest of the Greeks time to prepare their defences. Eventually their weapons broken and blunt they had nothing but their fists."
"Wow." She said with half a roll of her eyes, she was actually spellbound by the tale, or more over, just him.
"It's important this was a turning point don't you see. There's moments in time were the world can change. This was one. If Greece had fallen the western world would not have been the same."
She looked at him, with a slight look of indifference. "A turning point, like when you said hello to me. And unless you weren't sure I'm not wearing any panties," as she said this she moved her ass back slightly, bringing his hand closure to her.
