I'm not sure what triggered it. I was sitting at lunch with Wald and Foel. We were laughing, and then they started to argue about something trivial and overly technical. I was thinking Foel was kind of an idiot about stuff like that when I was suddenly chilled to the bone. I felt dizzy and my skin was clammy with sweat. I pushed myself up and went outside to get some air.
Leaning against a railing in the warm sea breeze, I heard Wald come up behind me. My heart started to pound in my chest and I became feverishly hot. Adrenaline raced through my system in a fight or flight response, but I knew that I needed neither to escape nor to defend.
"Are you OK?" He asked.
"I need to lie down," I said shakily. "Will you walk me to my cabin?"
Once there I invited him in and closed the door. I leaned into him and he put his arms around me to support me. "I need you," I said.
I didn't need to ask twice. He helped me the to bed. My fingers were trembling too much to work my own buttons so I lay back as he helped me out of my clothes. I could feel stress toxins from months of repression seeping out of every cell. They left me weak and confused, and I would have had a terrible headache soon without some relief, inevitable now.
He stroked my waist and breasts, positioning himself over me. I could sense his own desire; his speeding heart and his somewhat reckless eagerness lit my blood on fire. It wasn't the most sophisticated lovemaking I've ever had, but it warmed my body and soul with its earnest intensity. As we lay panting afterwords my fingers and toes tingled.
Ten minutes later -- or maybe an hour; I wasn't totally sure -- I rolled to face him and we started again. This time it was a little more sophisticated.
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