Nothing but steam by the window. I never liked rainy season, not being able to see the sunset or watch the stars. Snuggling by the fireplace felt comforting, but there's no fireplace in this apartment. I sighed at the foggy glass, and went back to the kitchen counter. I was never that good a cook, but always found it fun. I'd usually be the only one eating, so there wasn't much trouble.
...A while ago, that is. I heard a sound coming from the doorstep. She's here. The person I've been living with for the past few weeks. After I lost my home, she was kind enough to let me live in her apartment. I love her very much.
"G'evening, hun!" I smiled. She answers with a handwave. She never really reciprocates smiles, or talks that much. But I know her better than anyone, she's actually a gentle heart.
"How was work, hun?"
"Terrible." - She uttered, as she threw her black jacket to the ground and walked to the bathroom. Her back was arched. She was tense.
"...Okay." - I said, as I picked up the jacket. "I'm making dinner, if you want to eat..."
"Sure." - Barely audible through the rain was the answer. She really was tense. I went to throw the jacket into the laundry basket. It was soaked. She forgot her umbrella again. I wish she'd take better care of herself, sometimes.
I finished cooking and set up plates for both of us. Waited a while, and out of the bathroom she came, going straight to the dinner table. I smiled at her again. Her bangs would usually cover her eyes, but her wet hair swept back now allowed me to see them. Such a vivid, violet color, it shone straight through my heart. The world would be brighter if she showed those more, I believe. It does make me feel privileged to be the only one who can glimpse them.
"Are you not eating?" - She interrupted my thoughts. "Oh, I was waiting for you to come, wanted to eat together with you."
"...Idiot." - She said as she grabbed a fork. I coulda sworn I saw a little smile on her face.
We finished eating. There wasn't much talk happening, but I was just happy to have her company. I went to wash the dishes, as she went to the bathroom again
"Good job." - I heard her - "Your food is worth standing this goddamn day day for."
I couldn't really care for the compliment, I was too worried about her. She's always gloomy, but I can't help but feel like trying to cheer her up. I opened my mouth to ask her what's wrong, but she was already out the kitchen before I could say anything.
I finished the dishes, and went to shower. The signs of the previous user were rather apparent. Cabinet wide open, underwear on the floor, and the shower glass nearly as steamy as the rainy window outside. She always takes such hot baths, it can't be good for her skin...
Once I was clean and dry, I went to pick up my clothes. I always left my next change of clothes ready by the shower door, but to my surprise, they weren't there. I coulda sworn I left them, but I must have missed it. I wrapped the towel on my waist, and went to grab some pjs from the bedroom closet.
She was right there on the bed. I was surprised. Well, I should have expected she'd be there already. I most definitely wasn't expecting her to be buck naked.
"A-a-Anastasia, what're you doing here!?"
"Waiting for you, Angie." - she bluntly answered.
"I-I was just... coming to grab my pajamas... "
"These ones?" - She grabbed them from the bed - "No need for them. No need for the towel either. Come here." - She threw them out to the ground. Did she take them away from the bathroom just so I wouldn't put them on?
"Y-you mean..." - I answered sheeply. She just silently nods, and I start walking towards the bed.
Truth is, we two are pretty intimate... Enough that I should be used to seeing her naked by now... yet, I'm still embarrassed just from the thought. Worse yet, every time I see her like that, I just instinctively stop thinking for myself, and just follow her beck and call...
And just like that, I crawled into the bed. I was still holding onto the towel, but she just grabbed my hand, letting it fall to the ground. She pulls me forcefully, and now i'm laying my head on her chest, her muscular arms locking me in place
"Thank you for the dinner." - She says as she strokes my back. - "Thank you for being good to me." - She interrupts my "you're welcome". My head is laid on her breast, I can feel her heartbeat. With strong arms around my back, my head light, my face burning. It almost feels like I'm melting into her.
"You are a good boy, Angie. You make me happy. I love you."
I can't exactly give her a straight answer in this situation. I move my arms, already shaking, and try to hug her back, just hoping she understands that as my "I love you too".
"Am I a good lover? Am I making you happy?"
What an odd question. Her sudden words wake me from the dreamlike embrace. I pick myself up enough to lift my head and answer.
"I love you, Anastasia. I'm happy I'm making you happy."
"I feel like I bother you with my gloomy look."
"I like your gloomy look." - I look into her eyes, half hidden again by her half dry hair. "I think it's mysterious beauty they call it. Oh, and I like your puffy cheeks, too!"
"Not what I freaking meant." - She pinches my left cheek - "And I don't have puffy cheeks, polka dot."
She keeps teasing me about my freckles... Before I can keep up the conversation, she presses my head into her chest once again.
"I want to gobble you up." - It started. There's no stopping her now. I just relax my body, at her mercy, and close my eyes in her embrace.
Her hands reach lower through my back, and she stops at my hip. Her arms are strong and muscular, yet her hands are small and soft, an embrace both guarding and comforting.