Twenty

She was ready in the morning. The plan was to take a stroll on John's motorbike for a cross country, or cross island, enjoy the scenery and try new things along the way. She saw him getting ready from the kitchen window. She missed him already, maybe because how he left things the night before. Looking at him with his pillow face and  messy hair was a delight. He smiled at her and waved, her heart sank, the effect he had on her was bewitching.

She came over him on his motorbike, "Are you ready to go?"

"Ready when you are," his eyes were soft, the tension from last night was gone. He pulled her by the waist and kissed her. "I miss you," he said. He made her feel like a teenager again.

When she held him close, she didn't' want to let him go. He was cool and calm as they rode away to the farther side of the island. The more she thought about how good he made her feel, the tighter she held him. He smiled, even though she couldn't see it.

They made plenty stops along the way. John just couldn't resist stopping to help a car broke down, or waited for a herd of cattle crossed the street. He paid more money than needed whenever he bought something from a street seller or at the market, most of the stuff he didn't even need.

He loved road trips, and the company. She took him to try local foods, spicy exotic Bhorma cuisine that burned his tongue but he just laughed it off. She told him folklores and the cultures, he was engrossed by it. She told him about her favorite Bhorma dance that's usually performed during sunsets, he said he wanted to see it.

"It'll be too dark for us to go back after the dance," she said.

"Then we'll just go back tomorrow."

Their eyes were fixed on each other, she shied away from his stare. "Where are we going to stay?" she hesitated.

"Anywhere you want," he replied.

"Okay ... I think I know a place you might like, with a nice view of the mountains."

He took her hand and kissed it, "Perfect."

They took a walk on a secluded beach before going to the dance. There was no one around. "This is my favorite place to go ... for an alone time," she said.

"It's really nice here, I can see why you like it," he was absorbing the beauty of his surrounding.

Sandy pointed to a dilapidated cabin hanging at the edge of the cliff, "That's where I usually hide from the rest of the world."

He looked at it for a minute, "Can't we just stay there for the night?"

She was reluctant to answer, "It's a mess ... I haven't been there in awhile ... there's a really nice resort that suits you better."

John smiled, she wasn't letting him in her scared place, not yet. "What do you think about when you come here?" he asked.

"Nothing ... and everything ... you know, the usual."

They laughed. As strange as it may be, he understood it completely. "I do that too ... I've never met someone who does that," he looked at her in the eyes.

"Neither have I."

They were both listening to what the other was not saying. A complete stranger that felt like a long lost love. It's as if their souls recognize each other and they were saying 'hello ... we meet again'. They didn't understand what was happening, they only knew how bad they wanted to be together.

"I think we should go and see that dance now," she broke the silence.

They left their footsteps in the sand and walked back to the motorbike.

The Papak dance was more like a musical drama of an ancient battle of the gods. It was performed by a circle of around 150 performers, percussively chanting "Pak ... pak ..." and moved their hands and arms in the air. The chant was captivating and the energy surrounding the whole performance was intense, they were almost in a trance and she couldn't take herself out of the experience. She loved it so much, no matter how many times she'd seen it, it was a different experience every time.

Tourist gathered to watch the fire dance, the name it's also known as because the performers circled around a huge bonfire. There was an element of fire in it that made it even more enigmatic when the sun had set completely and the sky was dark. She told John that she used to watch it alone because she couldn't find someone who'd watch it more than twice.

After the dance, some of the visitors recognized John and asked him for pictures. It was unusual for him to have managed going about the whole day without meeting a fan, but on that day, it was the first encounter.

They went straight to the resort Sandy picked for them. The Hills was a luxurious resort in the area, secluded in the higher ground and the rooms were all facing the mountains. The Hotel Manager recognized John and offered him the best suite in the house, he accepted. He escorted them to the Presidential Suite through a private elevator and they held hands all the way up.

"Enjoy your evening Mr. and Mrs. Brady ... we have a complimentary champagne for you on the dining table ... please don't hesitate to contact our desk if there's anything else we can do for you, we are available 24 hours," the manager told them before he left. The elevator was locked from inside the suite with a personal security code.

The suite was extravagant. There was a huge living space with a fire place next to the dining area. A glass door opened to the vast scenery of the mountains. The bedroom was on the left side through a door way. The bathroom and the bathtub was divided by a clear glass. Sandy blushed from the time the manager mentioned 'Mrs. Brady' to finding out that the bathroom was see through.

It felt like it was just the two of them in the world and that's when she's most comfortable with him. Not the actor, not the celebrity, just John.

"I'm not taking a shower in there," she said.

John laughed, "I will."

"I do need a shower though," she wasn't feeling particularly fresh after a whole day riding on a motorbike.

He kissed her neck from behind, "Let's take a shower then."

She was shy about it, "No ... you take a shower, and then I'll take a shower if you promise not to look."

"I can't promise you that," he teased her.

John took off his jacket and shoes, he couldn't' wait to hit the shower. The look on his face told her that he wanted her to come with. He sat on the edge of the bed with an inviting look. She knew right then and there, it was going to happen. She approached him, sat on his lap and kissed him.

She wanted more this time, even though her heart pounded harder than before. He pulled her against him, they were inside each other's throat but it wasn't close enough.

She felt him between her thighs. She bit his lips softly, he had turned on something inside her that's been dormant for so long. "Let's take a shower," she said between her breaths.

"Are you sure?"

She nodded.

He stood up and carried her to the bathroom, they didn't even have time to turn on the lights. He pushed her against the glass wall of the shower booth. She turned on the shower, water came trickling down their faces. He pulled down her panties underneath her dress, and she unbuttoned his jeans like they were in a hurry. Her dress top was sagging from the weight of the water, he pulled it down and exposed her beautiful chest.

He never took his mouth off of her. His touches took her into a dreamlike state, she wanted him inside her. She had long forgotten how it felt like to be touched in the most erotic way, he ignited her senses and she was drunk with his kisses.

Her hands were pulling his hair to calm her nerves like it was her first time, and then he came in gently, as gentle as his calming words to trust him with her body. And then she was his to take. He moved her, he carried her weight, he took care of her, he made sweet love to her until she erupted in a thousand different pleasures and moaned his name. He kept going, just a little longer, he said, stay with me just a little bit more.

She knew it was the end of her, and the beginning of him. She had found the man that can bring her back to life, but her life was now him.

He turned off the shower, he wanted to see her without the water raining down on them. He wanted to see her beautiful blushing face as she caught her breath with her half opened mouth. He stared at her with a faint smile. She shied away from his gaze. He passionately kissed her mouth, he rest his head on her shoulder trying to even his breath.

"I just remember something ... I didn't bring any clothes," she said in his ear. "Me neither," he said. They laughed.