There was seriousness in our eyes. We sighed “Good night” in unison and leaned in to each other for the kiss that accompanies the phrase. The current grabbed us the very second our lips met, driving us to quench our need and give to each other in the greatest measure. Enthralled, we waited for the expected wave. Instead we discovered the wave was different, it came from 3 different directions at once, met in the middle, and brought on a battle of internal undulations that passed through one and into the other and back again. We tightened our hold on each other but didn’t want to miss any of it. I can tell you, we were both stunned beyond what we had experienced earlier in the day. Every nerve end in my body was set on fire with live electricity until it was absorbed into the dance like trembling pulses bouncing around inside of me. My mouth watered and then was dry again. We both sighed, our deep together sigh, and it began again. The heat emanated from our lips and sent hot vibrations in all directions from that focal point. When the heat reached our fingers and toes the feeling changed, morphed into an internal smooth mush, a softness replete with sincerity cradled in a tenderness that was breathtaking and heart breaking. I wanted to kiss him again but I didn’t dare. The need to demonstrate my deepest appreciation surfaced. I scooted in closer, tucked my head into his shoulder and kept perfectly still; Michael did likewise, our hearts beating at an alarmingly fast pace. The acquired knowledge worked as the ride eventually slowed down and finally left us quivering and spent.
“That was off the hook,” Michael said after we were able to separate.
The need to weep was too great for me to completely hide and silent tears crawled down my face – the only evidence that I’d just had the scariest, most intense, and now most cherished sensual experience ever. I sighed, we sighed.
We looked at each other and saw the unbridled passion aroused and spent. I wondered if the bottom half of his body was still pulsing like mine. “I’m still quaking are you?”
“Yeah, let’s nap.”
“Let’s nap,” I mimicked him and I started to laugh. At first they were quiet girl’s giggles but as I thought about every aspect of that phrase coming from him my laughter grew. I remembered the touch of fear and I broke out with an understanding intimate chuckle. When I thought about the way he said it, like we needed to pay a penance for what we’d just done, I opened up with a fit of gurgling chortles that blended into his fits of laughter.
We kind of laughed our way to sleep. I slept for about an hour and a half. When I woke, Michael was still sleeping; I took the opportunity to look at him unguarded. He looked like an angel, a royal angel. His scent was stronger than ever, the wild honeysuckle was there in the background but the musk was prominent. How could it be, he was asleep and he still held the power to make me swallow hard and have to resist what nature was pushing me toward. I resisted but I also indulged myself with a long draft of his scent – so sexy.
Maybe it was the sound of the deep intake of my breath that woke him, whatever, he caught me checking him out and believe it or not I caught a glimpse of fear in his eyes. My eyes welled with tears from some unknown something that caused the fear I saw.
When he was completely awake he looked at me with concern when he saw one tear had escaped down my cheek. He didn’t hesitate to pull me to him. I could feel the vibrations of his voice through his chest when he spoke. “Helen,” he said my name like he was about to deliver some bad news. He probably felt me stiffen up to endure the impact.
“I hate to be the one to say this but, we’d better be careful, I believe that we could kill each other.”
There was that fear I’d seen not a minute earlier. But he was right, I knew it, I only had to remember how fast our hearts were beating to know that it was off the cardiologist’s chart.
“That’s disappointing,” I said.
“This is certainly an odd turn of events, wouldn’t you say?”
“We have a lot to discuss but let’s just table it until after dinner and we recuperate more adequately. Would that be ok with you?”
The entire ordeal left me feeling vulnerable and worried that he might shut me out. The worry vanished in the comfort of his arms and the strength of his intent.
“Thank you Michael.” I whispered into his ear. We sighed together and then stayed motionless to allow the connect to bring calm, balance, and peace back.
We were comforted to know that our method of decompressing was still working. When we separated, I needed to freshen up and made a bee line to the bathroom. My face was radiant; I nearly glowed. I handled my business, washed my hands, lotion-ed up.
Michael was ordering dinner. Sounded like it was a lot of food, good, I was hungry.
I went directly to the slider to free us of the barrier to the outside. When I opened it, I saw Denice coming in through the balcony door. I stepped out to the rail where she met me.
“Did you nap? We left you alone so you could.” I asked.
“Yeah, I did thanks. I couldn’t guess it was this and I’m also late, catch up then?” Another short example of Deanese.
“Let me know the next time you are in the cabin and need to go pee, I’ll go with you so we can talk.” I teased. “Before you run, yes or no have you made plans for Nawiliwili?”
“Yes.” And over her shoulder as she left, “Thanks for the use of your necklace again not to mention my dress. I love them so.”
We laughed as she let her legs run ahead of her and all that was left was her head turned our way blowing us kisses. What a beautiful clown. She was wearing a pale blue cocktail dress, a sleeveless empire line that showed a lot of skin in the back. It was a gift I’d made her just for the trip. She had a single white plumaria blossom at her right ear. She was just stunning.
“So,” Michael turned to me, “You made that dress, too? You really are talented.” He said it like he was bragging and proud of me.
“It looked good on her, didn’t it? She’s fun to sew for. Her size is so perfect I barely need to alter a pattern.”
“What do you mean ‘alter a pattern?’ Michael asked.
“A pattern – pieces of very light weight paper that you lay over the top of the material to aid in cutting the necessary shapes of fabric to stitch together. The patterns are made for regular sizes. If there is no pattern with the right size, you have to alter the pieces of the pattern to account for the variation in measurements to enable you to cut the correct size pieces of fabric to be sewn together – all of this in order to fit the alternative sized person correctly.”
I played that back in my head quickly and realized why Henry tuned me out. He was totally uninterested in any thing like sewing at all. As a matter of fact when I sewed for him, he complained of having to try things on during the building process. I just thought that he trusted my judgment and didn’t like being interrupted; I’d always interrupted him at the wrong time.
“Did you have to alter the pattern for your blue dress?” He asked, remembering that I had made my beautiful blue dress.
“I didn’t use a ready made pattern for any of the dresses I made for this trip. They were each either my design or Denice’s design and we made the patterns for them.”
Dinner arrived, we ate in relative silence, enjoying our food and the nice white wine Michael ordered. The evening closed in around us. Michael played some 70’s music as background. Some of the tunes made us sway so we decided to clear the balcony and dance. That was another night I would never forget for I closed my eyes only briefly to register that I would need to recall it all at a future date.
Since we knew each other better, our dancing was better. He led me