Walking out of the washroom with no cover, our skins reflect the sunlight as I ignore Emmie's wandering hands, as arousing as they are being. Arriving at her wardrobe, I bend down to take out a sports bag as her hand slides to my butt, and the crack in the middle. Before she can be more outrageous, I stand up, and slap her hand away, preventing her finger from finding its moistening, cavernous target.
I don't even bother to do much more than send a glare her way. She smiles sheepishly, but without any hint that she will improve her behavior. I don't care further, and I open the bag to take out new clothes.
Because of the many nights I have spent here, I have left clothes here to change into after dirtying myself, and showering. Or just to avoid wearing the same clothes for too long, just like the ones folded at the side, on top of the cabinet.
After a while, Emmie and I leave the room. While going to the kitchen, I ask:
"Do you know when Helene will be back?"
"No."
Seeing Emmie shake her head, I pause, then blink, a little surprised. That makes the red head smile.
"It is good that she has places to go to. Let her have fun and empty her mind."
I can't help but nod at those words, and at the same time, feel relieved at Emmie's state. I like to think that I have helped with her state of mind. Healthy intimacy may be a good way to avoid spending money for a few hours on a sofa before a shrink.
I drop the subject. Arriving in the kitchen, I open the fridge, while Emmie starts going through the cupboards. Sharing the work, we get a simple breakfast ready soon enough, and we go sit before the TV.
Casually passing the time like we are doing now, when the sun is up already, is a first for me. Since the accident a few months ago, I have been through grief and confusion, both still lingering now, the latter more than the former which has settled down in something that will only accompany me for the rest of my life. Beyond that, there has been the burden of the supernatural ability I have woken from my coma with, which has shaken me, plunged me into the superficially hidden darkness under the façade people are moving around with.
It is like suddenly seeing the world as filled with people who all wear white masks that only have two lines for eyes, lines that lead into a darkness that is a contrast to the white of the masks. And worse, everyone suddenly turns to me, and shows a smile that can only be described as dark and creepy, not unlike a clown's smile.
Even now that I have adapted, and managed to master the door that has been carved into my brain because of the accident, it only makes things better, not good. So I have focused on thinking about the future, on working out a small plan to follow, and on learning.
I have kept myself busy, now that I think about it. I move to put my head on Emmie's shoulder, my eyes on the TV, but vacant.
I have not even tried to think about keeping myself busy. I have just done so, subconsciously. If only there was not that small patch of emptiness inside, that would have been fulfilling. I smile a lip, the sunlight bathing me, and Emmie like a splash to create a painting of quiet and peace.
My mind goes to Liz, not to physical exploration we have used to distract ourselves, no. Even though that has been the case when the pain of the loss had still been raw, over the months that have followed, that has settled down into an affection deeper than before, beyond sisterly affection, but without lust, pure or tainted.
I can't help but feel the memory of her soft breasts in my heart, the shape of her stiff nipples against my teeth, and the taste of her milk in my mouth.
And speaking of lust, my mind comes back to the warm shoulder beneath my head.
Thinking about it, we have been quite sexually active the last few months. It has been fun, really. I can see why some go on to develop nymphomania. The pleasure like no other, the raw, electrifying feeling, the orgasms like flash bangs… And that is without the lingering physical sensation in the hole, and in the abdomen after that.
With all of that, it is easy to put a lid on the echoes that have been bothering me, even though they seem like they will never leave.
Emmie moves under me to make herself more comfortable, and also give me more space to slide down toward her more comfortable chest. And it is indeed more comfortable, the softness.
Yesterday, she was about to say something. I didn't read her mind, and her thoughts didn't make any waves. She had been calm, but I have felt the deep emotion behind that calm, and I have guessed what she had been about to say. And I didn't let her say it.
I frown, a slight twist in my heart, as something indiscernible wash over me.
I rise up from the soft pillow Emmie has offered to me, and take the dishes to the kitchen.
"I'm leaving, Emmie. Liz knew I would stay here yesterday, but I have to go back now."
Emmie pauses behind me, then arrivés beside me to do the dishes together. At the door, I stop.
"Do you want to come with me? Since Helene may not come back later, you can spend the day with Liz and I."
Emmie thinks, then shakes her head.
"I will go find Helene. She must have left to give us space, but I don't want her to spend the day alone."
Her smile as she says that shows something like a maturity that has grown in her over the last period of knowing womanly pleasure, pain, and responsibilities.
It is so soft, I feel my heart beat under its rhythm.
"See you later. I lo– Mnh~... you, Maxine."
I take a step forward before she can finish her word to plant a kiss on her lips, making her words disjointed, and impossible to understand with the middle missing.
"Yeah, see you later. Call me if you need anything, and don't forget our plans!"
By the time I finish my words I have raised my voice to make her hear me as I run away, take the stairs, and compensate for the exercises I have missed today.
*Bang!*
Behind me, the door to the stairwell closes with a heavy noise, blocking the sight I don't want to turn back to see.