Reena still hadn’t moved from her apartment. She continues to think. To be stabbed or bloodily
beaten would somehow be like a vacation from her life. How neurotic.
Maris thinks she’s hot stuff. At least for now. Maris is so on all the time. She
wants that high known as success, she is a hardcore addict and Reena is her stuff.
And Reena likes
to be her stuff right now. She makes Maris so happy that she could kiss the world. When Maris is happy she
is the best party in town, a walking party. She is vulgar, frank, naked,
visual. A fully decked out operator, power-perfect. Maris fucks with Reena’s head and
makes her do things. Perhaps one day Reena will kill Maris, no holy shit that would be stupid, more
likely become her lover and then kill her.
Holy shit, how
often does Reena
imagine murdering the ones she loves. And them murdering her. Do people do this to Reena in their minds
too? Why is it that we all don’t go around with guns, like Mexicans in a
Peckinpah film? Imagine that. People just shoot each other differently now.
With cameras, for example. A shift of attention is like throwing a bomb. I love
you and I hate you are little bombs.
Holy shit, Maris was
downstairs. Why is it that Reena jumped into some pants and a t-shirt, splashed some cold
water on her
face and buzzed her
in? Nobody could have been more manic and effective than Maris Parings. Maris was a
production machine of today, a think tank in ticking heels. Wielding her yoga-toned
arm, reaching in. So it happens: Maris shows up. So this is your place.
Maris eyed Reena. She
put her face
close to Reena’s
and breathed her
in like smoke. Reena
had no idea what Maris
was really up to but something in her was definitely responding. Like a quaterback in
the field, she
was tuning in to the woman’s urgent, coded play calling, and her zen, invisible to the viewing
audience and to the opposing team. Maris was pacing the sidelines with her clipboard
face. Reena was
out there with her
radio helmet.
Maris was leaning against the kitchen wall, staring at some
snapshots of a summer vacation Reena had taken with her ex and some other friends last
year. Her
eyes took in the views of bodies and sand, the sunburned boredom of these
moments, trying to decipher something there. Somebody had scribbled all over
the photos with a Sharpie x-ing out eyeballs and adding cryptic thought bubbles
over the heads. “Cape Cod?” Reena nodded.
Reena put on some coffee. The gasket was worn out and the thing
wailed like a wounded animal as it began to percolate. The Hasidic neighbours’
six children were making ceiling-thunder from above with what sounded to Maris like wooden
shoes, if not hooves. Maris sniffed her armpits, confessing that she hadn’t bathed in days.
Reena took
this as her
queue and walked into her
small bathroom. She
filled the tub with hot water and silky bath bubbles. As the water flowed, Reena light candles
all around the bathroom, and put on some quiet music to set a relaxing mood. The
darkness also hid the fact that, like the rest of the flat, the bathroom was
quite decrepit.
Reena
turned off the water, and walked back into the living room, the ethereal calm
washed over Reena,
forcing her
nerves to ebb away from her body.
She took
Maris by the
hand and guided her
up out of your seat. Maris followed surprisingly obedient, still holding hands, to the
bathroom, Reena
opened the door for her.
The room had become warm and steamy; the candles providing a soft glow, and the
water drips gently once against the backdrop of the music.
Reena
begins to slowly undress Maris, unbuttoning her shirt from behind, and sliding off her smooth
shoulders onto the floor. Reena wanted to kiss the back of her neck, but hesitated. Suppressing
her desires, she unzipped Maris’s pants,
helping them to the floor as well. Maris stood still for a moment, breathing slowly.
Now completely naked, Reena
guided her
to the warm, bubbly water, and held her hand as if assisting her in.
The heat and silkiness
of the bubbles slowly slid over Maris’s body as she lowered herself into the water; Reena let her soak for a
while, just relaxing in the stillness. Reena turned and folded a towel on the floor, and
knelt next to the tub, and slowly began to massage her neck and shoulders. The bubbles
had created a light oil that helped her hands slide softly as she slowly kneaded her muscles. Maris began to
moan slightly as the tension left her body; Reena let out a soft sigh and began to kiss her shoulder softly
and then whispered in her
ear. “Tell me what to do.” Reena then kissed her ear, sucking the lobe very gently. “Join me,” Maris said, not as
a question, but a statement. Reena lets her mouth form into a slight smile despite herself; she didn’t want Maris to see
exactly what she
wanted so instantly. Reena
rose slowly and slid her
shirt off over her
head. Maris
watched intently as Reena
then slid her
pants onto the floor, and then climbed, slightly awkwardly into the bath behind
Maris.
They don't say anything.
Hands slowly sliding up and down, across wet flesh. Suddenly they begin,
tearing at each other, passionate, violent almost. Water begins splashing
between them and over the side of the tub. Maris begins clawing hard and desperately
against Reena’s
back, her
voice rising to screams of pleasure. Maris could hold on no longer, and unable to help herself neither
could Reena.
For a few minutes they lay in the hot water on the edge of consciousness. Then
suddenly the magic spell had broken and it was all over. Maris got out of
the tub and dried her
skin briefly. Pulling her clothes back on she walked out the flat with not so much as another
glance to Reena.
Who had sat up in the tub slightly, Reena wanted to call Maris back. To scream at her for some sort
of acknowledgement, explanation of what was happening. But her voice wouldn’t
let her. Instead,
as the door clicked shut she sank back into the bath. Water pressed in on her eyes and eyes as she let her head slide under,
and for, what seemed like an age, the world had disappeared around her and she let her
mind replay the events that had just taken place...
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