{Chapter IV {Sunday, 00:02}
I open the fridge and pour myself some iced tea whilst looking at the message on the cellphone over the kitchen counter that I'm lying against. By closing the door with a foot, I drink some of the grass-tasting liquid and look at the stool that hadn't ever seen as much action as in the previous hours.
My memory is fuzzy since my brain hasn't quite processed what has happened. For a synesthetic, the body mixes up the signals produced by stimuli. For me, blue tastes like cotton and green is acid. Being at the kitchen doesn't trigger much, but the mere looking at the stool we were when she rode my fingers makes me aroused. So I drink a bit more of the tea, fill my cup once again and slide the seat under the table so I can focus on other things.
That's when I hear a knock - is it the first one? I don't know - which gets me to the front door in time for watching the handle being turned and the door to be opened. It's her again, on her dark dress, stylish hairdo, empty handed but with a dazzling smile on.
"Tea?" I offer mine since we hadn't ever had any problem with sharing cups or bottles before, and it would make less sense to have any "hygiene-issue" now. I get my fingers to the handle, opening the door wider and making way for her to step inside, closing the door behind her, who sips the drink, the glass resting between her hands.
"How long have you been here?" She asks whilst wandering around the living room. I lock the door and get both hands into my pockets, walking to the sofa but remaining up and at some distance.
"Ahm... About a couple of months, really. It's closer to..."
"Work, yes. I remember you told me you wanted to live closer so you could come home for lunch, napping, shower..." She plays with the glass, sliding her fingers around its top as she looks at the modest bookcase by the window, between my acoustic guitar and the TV hack. I remember that talk, it was probably the last time we got engaged into a real conversation. I could have brought that information up, but then what good would it do?
"Yeah... So, what now? Are you going back or moving somewhere else? Any plans?" I ask, still keeping my distance but genuinely interested. A curve takes place at the corner of her lips just before finishing the drink and placing the cup on the table where everyone had dinner. She looks at me with this mysterious grin on, now walking into where I was standing.
"Is that your bedroom over there?" She points to the door next to the kitchen, past the dinner table. I know the apartment fairly well so I don't need to look away from her and that expression on her eyes. It smells (synesthesia) dangerous.
"That's the studio... And you haven't answered me." I kept on staring at her who was staring back but, different from me, she had this fun aura around here while I was maybe tense, maybe anxious.
"Sure we could just sit around and talk the night away..." She gets closer enough to fiddle with the buttons of my shirt. We are the same height so I just keep looking at her moving her fingers to the collar and letting - I'm pretty sure it's on purpose - her fingernails gently scrape my neck, causing me to blink slowly and tilt my head to its side. I do clear my throat and open my eyes to seem a bit alert, looking at hers.
"I don't think you wanna do that." I say, taking my hands out of my pockets and placing them on her hips, pulling her closer without any protest or dispute, eyes still locked.
"Pfff!" She puffs, holding a smile and scraping her fingernails a bit rougher until reaching the back of my neck "I wanna do you." And she leaps into a kiss pulling my neck as I pull her waist to the point no one can get any closer. Again it's a brushing of lips and mutual sucking that starts out more than fine, fiery already. She locks a hand at my hair, getting her nails to tease my skin and get my neck hair up, rubbing her other hand on my shirt, over my nipples. Meanwhile I get a hand to squeeze one of her butt cheeks at the same time another goes up through her side, stopping at her neck. I bite her lips, sliding a thumb along her jaw and taking my hand to the back of her head, setting us both in motion to walk a few meters to the bedroom.