I no speak stupid.

02:06AM
September 19, 2009

"What side of the bed do you prefer?" she asked with a simple interest on the subject.

"It doesn't matter," he mumbled as he laid there on the bed. His arms were covering his face from the bright overhead light. "It's your bed."

"Well, then move," she urged as she tugged slightly on his shirt. "I like the left."

"Good," he replied, "I like the right."

She quickly stood from the foot of the bed and began to rifle through her drawers. She removed a conventional tank-top and cloth shorts before disappearing into the adjoining bathroom. He made a point to kick off his shoes and take off his shirt so that his comfortable athletic shorts were all that was on. Without much care for what she was doing in the adjacent room the young man rested his head gently on the strawberry shampoo scented pillow.

Taking a deep breathe in he exhaled just as his female bed buddy exited the bathroom. Her hair pulled back and her long toned legs distinctly unveiled from her usual pair of denim jeans. He grinned through his half opened eye lids as she flipped off the lights and climbed into bed next to him, pulling her covers over her body.

"No funny, business..." she said straight off. "I'm just letting you sleep in here because of the shortage of floor space downstairs."

"Got it..." he said casually with very little insult. There was a pause between them as they settled into the comfortable queen sized bed. When finally he broke the silence, "So...do you snore? That might be a problem..."

"I don't know," she replied thoughtfully, "I've been told I laugh, giggle, and talk in my sleep more than I snore."

"Seriously?" he chuckled at the idea.

She returned his amusement with a giggle of her own, "Yes...but I'll try my darnedest to not do so this evening."

"Naw, it's cool..."

"Do you snore?" she asked him through the dark.

"Nope," he replied - a grin present as he said, "Though I have been known to fart."

"Urrghh," the woman replied with a slight groan of disgust at the thought. Her disgust, however, turned to amusement as it filtered into laughter - which her male bed buddy joined in on.

"I apologizes before hand...should you smell a deathly stench in the middle of the night."

"Nasty."

The pair chuckle together again before they slowly filter into silence. She shifts so that her back is now toward him and he does the same. "Good night," she says and he follows suit with a "Night" of his own.

08:34PM
July 25, 2009

The tone of his instrument was calming. His voice husky and full of passion as the words he sang spilled sweetly onto her ears. His eyes were closed as he played the cords and came to a calming end. She looked up at him with a sparkle in her eye and a sly grin on her face. He laughed out of nervousness and she joined him.

"You know," she said almost teasingly, "you didn't have to write me a song to get in my pants."

"I know," he grinned as he placed his guitar in the chair and crawled into the bed with her. He kissed her gently before laying next to her. His elbow held up his upper torso as he looked down at her where she lay.

She leaned up and kissed him again and they shared a moment of eye contact. "Why'd write it then?" she asked curiously.

"Because I wanted to..."

"But why?"

"I missed you..."

A laugh came from her, "Yeah okay."

"I did," he chuckled defensively. "Didn't you miss me?"

She narrowed her eyes at him as if considering the question. She made an unsure noise as she thought about it. "Maybe..." she said.

He chuckled a groan as he tilted his head back toward the ceiling and shook her hip playfully with his hand. She giggled with him as he leaned in and kissed her gently - she returned the favor. He nuzzled her nose with his as his hand came to run across her soft bare arm. Her fingers ran across his bare chest and she initiated another kiss which he obliged. Their foreheads rested upon each other and they were silent a moment...their fingers tickling each others soft skin.

"I did miss you though," he told her - his eyes closed and fingers still caressing.

"Mmm-hmm."

"Thought about you a lot."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah..."

She snickered slightly and he leaned in and kissed her. First on the lips, then her nose, to her cheek, and then the nape of her neck that tickled her every time. In return of her giggle his hands came and began tickling her side playfully. She squirmed beneath him and declared that he "Stop...Stooopp!"

"Say that you missed me.." he said as she continued to squirm and giggle.

"No," she chuckled.

"Say it- Say it..."

"Okay!" she laughed louder. "Okay. Stop! I missed you."

As her laughter faded and his fingers stopped teasing her body he leaned in kissed her neck gently - nuzzling once again. Holding her in his arms as she returned the favor - holding him. A moment or three passed as they laid there in a sweet embrace.

"Can I hear it again?" she asked gently kissing his ear lobe before biting it playfully.

He squirmed away from her and said, "Yeah." Sitting up he kissed her with a smile. He almost reluctantly removed himself from atop her and went to move back to his chair - guitar in hand.

2:17AM
April 26, 2009

She took in a breath before her eyes greeted the natural moment of waking. Exhaling she allowed the room to fill her sights. It was a room that wasn't hers and the belongings with in were rarely touched by her fingers. She'd laid here many times before, but this time seemed different. This time she felt herself genuinely glad about her choices the evening before. She was comfortable, and for the first time...she wasn't eager to leave.

He shifted his position behind her. His body inched closer to close the gap between them. His arm wrapped gently around her waist and she felt him inhale deeply. Smelling her scent and holding her close.

His touch made her calm.

And calm, for those who knew her, was a rare thing indeed. Though capable of a facade full of ease, Angelina South was the most self concious woman she knew. Every move she made, ever word she spoke...she second guessed after acting on them. That's how it had been with him for almost a year now. Timid to act and scared of...his feelings. Scared of falling painfully hard for hers.

But today seemed different. She was comfortable, at ease, and not quivering under his touch. She embraced his affections with great want. And even now, that she thought about it, she could recall yearning for his arms when he wasn't there.

Though, there were no official titles for them. And she'd decided awhile ago that there would likely never be any special titles. Angelina was...content with where they were and how she felt.

No longer terrified...but calm.

1:57AM
October 21, 2008
Languid and cool, he leaned against the balcony rail with a slouch of grace. There was calm in his presence and a smooth chill in his breath. Nicholi Yelnak, was a man of many mysteries. His thoughts were golden and his life was privileged. But despite all of those sweet luxuries in which he lived – he yearned for something he could not have. Something he’d let go of many years ago…that would never return.

The smoke from his cigar danced to the melody of the string quartet within. The laughter from the ballroom echoed and the murmurs of his prestigious company escaped into the night air. With a sigh he turned to face the new arrival as the sounds of a party were once again muffled by the terrace door. Forcing a smile as she gracefully reached out for his arm he adverted his eyes to his hands.

“You shouldn’t have joined me,” he said with a sad honesty as he lifted his cigar to his mouth.

The woman ignored this and turned her attention to the lights of Paris. “Remember the last time we stood here?” she asked with a fond glint in her eye.

“Yes,” the man nodded as he joined her at the edge.

She glanced at him a moment with a small saddened smile of her own, “Why are you here? You really shouldn’t have come.”

Nicholi nodded, “I know – but I had to see.”

“What?”

“All of it,” he sighed sorrowful as he tore his eyes from hers and scanned the yellow bursts of evening glow.

“But, why?” the woman asked with an unyielding whisper as if they were exchanging top military secrets.

“You wouldn’t understand,” he shook his head and glanced to the stars.

“Well explain it to me then.”

“No,” the man replied simply. “You made your choice already, there’s no point persuading you now.”

“Nicholi,” the woman tried to sooth as she placed her hand upon his arm again. This time he didn’t respond kindly. Walking away he put out his cigar and embraced the music and laughter that escaped once more into the evening air.

1:56PM
August 22, 2008
The pearl teardrops rode slowly down her cheek. There was simplicity in the movement and a grace in her ready composure. Despite the sorrow that filled the room and the pain that dwelled deep inside her chest her posture was unyielding. Stiff and kempt as ever, Nadia refused to be broken. She refused to allow her departing companion the pleasure of knowing how much she ached.

As onlookers observed with hand muffled whispers and Cheshire grins, the woman’s fists flinched along with her jaw and she inhaled a breath. There was more to life than a love that had gone stale. There were more important things than unwanted affection and one sided relations. There were still things that needed to be done, still people to direct to their seats and still a show that needed to go on.

It was a shame that a woman of such esteemed social relations and of such grand romantic stage presence couldn’t for the life of her convince anyone that she was happy. In her experience men were complicated creatures who failed to truly understand any aspect of who or what she was. They didn’t understand her draining love affair with the public, and her painful yearning to be loved by them. They never understood that her obsession with everlasting life had nothing and everything to do with her relationship with these men.

It was a shame that such an actress of Nadia Estenell’s grandeur had fallen into the habit of settling for mild enjoyment when she honestly believed that one day she could be truly happy.

1:14AM
August 21, 2008
There were eloquent mumbles coming from balconies as he walked along the carpeted path. His breath caught in his chest like an eager flock of caged pigeons yearning to be set free. He was certain this was what he’d been waiting all his life for. The moment in which everything would change and the darkness would be given light. His world would be reconstructed in a single second. Whether he were going to like the outcome he wasn’t exactly sure – but he’d recognized that this would be his moment.

With his grip tightened on his shield he readied for the first blow. The blade of his rival bashed angrily against the talon raised sphinx. The power of the hit migrated through every inch of his right arm. His bones trembled involuntarily. The challenger’s might and anger was certainly felt and the yearning to survive began to pulse. With a ready yell and a near desperate clutch a force he had not foreseen overcame him. Like a man trying to plow a desperately dry field with out a mule his legs powered behind his raised armor.

Pinning his opponent to a stone pillar his blade was finally relinquished from its sheath. Thrust quickly into the other man’s ribs, and eagerly removed. The scream of agony lured a sudden need to thrust again. Repetition was his only method until the body gurgled under his shield.

The floor was draped in a pool of crimson and the articulate mumbles … slowly turned to cheers.