UNDER THE CLOAK

by Lennek, Nicole

  “Or maybe you didn’t, Ale, don’t you think? Maybe, you were more sincere than in many other moments! Besides, it’s your typical. You’re brutal and honest.”

  His hands slipped on her neck. His fingers were on her cheeks: a delicate gesture, a trail of fire on ice.

  “It’s true. I played with you and Carlo. It’s true. I had to stay close to you and win your trust. It’s true that I wanted to come in your house. But it was never job, when we were naked. It wasn’t a compulsion! I can as long as I want to provoke you, but if I go over it’s because I want to and not because I have to. I stopped Carlo. I said no!” Their mouths were apart of few inches, their eyes were chained. He tried to caress the bare skin of her back. She smiled, stroking his waistband.

  “Chiara!”

  She turned suddenly around:

  “Davide, what a surprise! But what are you doing here?” Davide kissed Chiara’s cheek. Alessandro clenched his jaw: she was very kind to him, maybe too much.

  “I’m here as a driver of Doctor Trapani!”

  Chiara smiled. Davide surrounded her waist with his arm and turned, observing Alessandro:

  “Excuse me! I leave you alone in a minute. Long time no see, Chiara. She’s a phenomenal girl, though she left me breaking my heart!”

  Chiara smiled, blushing: “Come on! You waited just a bit to ease your heartache!”

  Alessandro waited until the man turned aside to tell her:

  “Is he your ex boyfriend?”

  She looked at him and nodded: “Yes, he is!”

  She approached Torres and they had a brief conversation. She had hands to shake and comments to make. Alessandro saw her laughing. Then she returned back to him. He was leaning against the bar, intent to have a drink. She came up behind his shoulders, causing him to tilt the glass. She approached:

  “Hmm, what is that?” She put her lips to the glass, sipping the drink. He swallowed, as she licked her lips, tasting the drink:

  “I like mint!”

  “Chiara…!”

  She stared into his eyes. An idea struck in her mind, while she was enjoying the ball:

  “I’ll show you I can quit any game!”

  He reached out to her…

  “No matter, Chiara, don’t…”

  But she already started. She walked to the chair where her ex boyfriend was sitting. He clenched his fingers on the glass. What the hell she was up to do? With a surge of disappointment, he watched her moving: she approached and raised the short skirt on her legs; he could see her back. She was with Davide. Alessandro swallowed, widening the tie, noting how her skirt had already ascended to a level beyond decency. He couldn’t hear what she was saying, but her body language was unmistakable. She stretched, laughed throwing her head back. Her hands were stroking the hair of her ex boyfriend hiding among it.

  She moved her pelvis. He put the glass on the counter with a thud; the drink almost overflew. She moved her legs. Suddenly, he was excited. He wanted to be under her, not that fucking man.

  Chiara was teasing Davide. Although, she had shared with him an unbridled passion and pure love, now she realized that she didn’t feel it anymore. Also, she found out that the feelings that she had felt for him weren’t compared to those she felt for Alessandro. She felt his gaze on her back, while she was flirting with Davide. She threw her head back, laughing at a joke, offering her throat. Davide touched it. She looked into his eyes and pulled him close by his tie, then she stopped for a moment. She had the impression that she had felt Alessandro wincing, yet it wasn’t possible. He was too far away. She stared at him with one eye. She felt the terrible tension he exuded. His anger leaked, as did his curiosity. That pushed her to go on, taking Davide from the tie, talking with him lips against lips. She felt Davide’s hand slipping under her dress. She just moved back.

  Alessandro was about to get up. He was wondering if he was supposed to do something like going there, lifting her by weight and dragging her away. He couldn’t choose between making a scene and going away. But he wanted to see how she would have reacted, how much she was going to let go, even though, when Davide’s hand had slipped under her skirt… he had lost the plot. Chiara moved away and smiled, sliding down from Davide’ legs. She was brushing her lips with his. Alessandro froze out, observing her. She moved towards the corridor to the bathroom. He jumped up, following her.

  He had just taken the corridor, when he saw her. She was leaning against the wall; her arms were behind her back:

  “So?”

  “So I want to know how much you liked it.”

  Her eyes sent flames:

  “Do you want to know if I’m aroused? Yes, I am, a little. But it’s nothing you can compare to what I feel when I’m with you… my heart kept calm, the beat was regular, no acceleration. Now it’s pounding… for you!”

  He shook his head, reaching out for her, touching her:

  “You make me die!”

  He captured her face in a deep kiss; he tried and made her to give up, to beg and plead. She replied in the same way. While his hands came up and slipped into her hair, as they were black gold between his fingers, he pressed himself against her, his strong thighs close to hers.

  She pulled away, just whispering:

  “Stop, or you’ll ruin my dress!” He raised an eyebrow:

  “That dress will end up on the floor as soon as we’re alone!”

  “Are you sure we’re having sex?”

  He let his hand to slide on her bare back, go down on her buttock, pushing her close once more time, making her feel all the power of his desire:

  “A beautiful green-eyed pussy told me that she likes me. Now, I’m telling her that I like her and I want her.”

  “Do you?”

  He smiled. She moved away just staring at him; someone scolded them, but they didn’t realize. He leaned toward her, stroking her ear with his hot breath:

  “I want you naked in my bed. Do you like that as a reply, detective?”

  She shivered, holding her breath. She stepped back just smiled, shaking her head:

  “Maybe, you’ll get what you want. Or maybe not!” She turned her back. It was their last night, then she would have gone. She wondered what he was going to do. A wave of sadness wrapped her, as she slipped between people. She saw Torres: he had taken the microphone. She was remained on the side-line, while he was arguing the latest actions, while he remembered Claudia in a silence full of grief and respect, while he was praising the squad for the arrest, for the conclusion of the case. She observed Carlo and Amina, close to each other. They saw her coming:

  “Chiara, we thank you. I know it wasn’t easy for you to work with us… but thanks to you, everything was resolved!” Chiara smiled. She watched at their tangled hands:

  “I see you are together again, aren’t you?” They blushed, staring at each other, losing in each other’s eyes. She didn’t wait for an answer. It was more than obvious:

  “I’m happy for you. I wish you a lot of happiness!”

  She moved for an hour, walking, greeting, then she saw him. He stood still, arms folded, admiring her. He leaned against a column, calling for her to reach him. She stared intently into his eyes for a long time, so long that he thought that she wouldn’t have come, that she would have gone away. He had been watching her for the whole evening. He was afraid that she could disappear. He wanted to talk.

  Epilogue

  Chiara approached Alessandro, touching his chin with a finger, rubbing her fingertip on his short beard:

  “I find your beard so sexy…”

  He closed his eyes, grabbing her hand:

  “I find you very sexy… Shall we go?”

  “Ok, let’s go!” She crossed her fingers with his and he dragged her away:

  “Ale… my car…”

  He stopped and said ironically:

  “Do you think that someone could steal it in the parking of a building full of Police?”

  She shook her head. She felt stupid. She got into the ca
r with him in a silence erotically full of emotions. He glanced at her. Her hand stroked his thigh. He parked in the square in front of his house. He pushed her toward his door: going up the stairs with his body smeared against hers had been a torture.

  He kissed her closed lips from nose to mouth; it was a long cascade of kisses, while his hand slipped on her bare neck.

  He knew how to kiss. She had always thought. His kiss came to her lips, stealing her soul. It was a kiss to make her give in, to make her give up; it left her free to fight or surrender. His lips provoked her. His tongue made her vibrate. She closed her own eyes, letting go, drifting from that kiss in another time, another place, and another world.

  He grabbed her and held her close to him, moving toward the bedroom:

  “Ale…”

  “Sst… I want you naked, now!”

  His hands moved in her dress; he swore, as she stopped the hand that tried unsuccessfully to lift it. He unhooked the button and then let the dress go to the ground. She bypassed it over with her shoes, leaning on his arm. She felt his muscles and smiled. She was drunk with the power she had on him. She made him sit on the bed, pushing him with one hand. Her hand slipped on the zip of his jeans, opening it, touching his bare skin with her knuckles. She leaned toward him:

  “Why did you wear jeans? You were the only one with jeans!”

  He smiled:

  “Yes, I was. Why?”

  “Nothing… you look good anyway!” He smiled, pulling her close, letting go with his back against the mattress. They rolled in a tangle of arms, of legs, of laughter. Chiara thought “Now, ale, take me now and forever, I want to drown in you. I want to feel you as mine, even for the last time”. His hand slid down her body, taking off her panties and her socks. His hands were moving slow and calm. His lips kissed her throat, the hollow of the breast. He whispered:

  “Relax, baby…”

  She stared at him, biting her own lip:

  “Baby?”

  He smiled, brushing her lips with a finger. He bent over her:

  “Yes, baby… don’t you like that?”

  She failed to reply, while his lips came down on her breasts, biting them gently. She winced, clinging to the sheet. His hand caressed the bare skin of her abs, of her thighs, stroking long and passionate. She arched. She wanted to feel his hands there, between her legs. He rather enjoyed caressing her everywhere, except there.

  Alessandro went down with her lips on her navel. His tongue slid on her pelvis, just touching it, kissing it. It was a torture. Then his lips slid between her legs, there were she died for his touch. His tongue was relentless: it tickled, sweet where he had to be and fast where he wanted.

  Chiara found herself on the brink of the precipice. She stroked his face. Her eyes were clouded with passion. She clenched her legs: a knot in her throat prevented her from saying a word. He gave the final blow, by dropping her into the void of an infinite pleasure.

  He stared at her with a sly smile. It wasn’t enough. He wanted to get into her, melt into her. He wanted to live her reaction. He wanted to enjoy her, again and again, pick her up in his arms, sliding her on the bed again. She rubbed on his body.

  He stopped still in front of her. Her body was white as milk, her black hair as ebony and her green eyes looked like emeralds. She was there, lying and staring at him, urging him to come forward. At which point, she jerked, hooking his neck with her hands, pulling him toward her. He was took off guard, reaching out against the mattress:

  “Do you want to play, baby?”

  She smiled against his lips, biting them, whispering:

  “Why not… what if I reverse the situation?” She stuck her tongue out like a child. He closed his eyes, while she nibbled his chin. She tickled his nipples, and then she went down with her fingers, brushing his flat abs. He gasped, while she was advancing tickling with her nails. She pushed him, reversing the position. With her hands, she came down between his legs, stroking him with slow caresses, and her tongue flickered occasionally his manhood. She had a grin on her face; indeed, he was no longer smiling. They had gone too far. He couldn’t resist a moment. He spread her legs with one hand, reversing the position again. He stared into her eyes:

  “It’s not just sex, Chiara!”

  “I told you for first. What are you, a copycat?”

  He smiled, puffing; then he slipped inside her by covering her breasts with his hands, welcoming them, caressing and teasing them. She arched, moving her pelvis, meeting with every thrust him, turning it to enjoy more. She wrapped her legs to his waist to allow him to go deeper.

  Suddenly, every noise, every smile, every joke subsided. The eyes of both changed colour, hardened, grew cold, determined. The only goal they wanted to get was reaching the pleasure together. He put his hands on her back, stuffing under her body, lifting her slightly. She threw her head back, closing her legs around him. They looked at each other, as cold and hot waves alternated, as she felt every muscle twitching, while she stroked his face and then, with open eyes, staring at him, drifted more overwhelming orgasm she had ever lived.

  Alessandro woke up an hour later. She was leaning on his arm. She slept. He paused to observe her. He would have to wake up her. She had asked him not to let her sleep, but she was so beautiful and serene. He got up and grabbed a chair, sitting down to watch her. The noise of the chair had to wake her up, as she opened her eyes suddenly. She rose, going up to him.

  “Mmmh, Ale, you look so good. I love when you look at me, you make me want to…”

  He turned around on the chair and looked at her, crossing his fingers:

  “Tonight, we’re going to satisfy every wish of yours. Your wish is my command!”

  A flame of desire burst in her veins. Every muscle twitched and overheated. Alessandro noticed her gaze. He observed her body. She wanted to hold him and feel the friction of his beard on her face and the strength of his embrace, again. It wasn’t possible.

  Her nipples had darkened and stood up to him. He was touching both, then pulled her over him:

  “Come play with me!” The reference to Davide was clear, but this time they were both naked. She stared at him:

  “I can’t! You have no tie!” He smiled, touching her legs:

  “And you have no dress!”

  She smiled back, biting her own lips. Then she leaned toward him, licking his lips with her tongue. She slid closer to him. His manhood was erected: it was pulsating hot. Her gaze slid over it; then, she leaned against it, barely moving. She heard Alessandro’s moaning:

  “You, witch!” She smiled, touching his chin with her fingers. Then she slid over him, welcoming him inside her. He rose from the chair with a thrust of his back. She grabbed him by his shoulders and crossed her legs around his waist, as he deposited her on the bed. Their mouths longed for each other. Her hands were planted on his shoulders:

  “Chiara… please, come with me!” He put his hand between his body and hers, making her reach yet another orgasm. Chiara screamed out.

  Everything was silent. He deviated gently her hair from her face:

  “Chiara?”

  “Tell me, Ale.” She lied against him. She felt his strength, his warmth. She looked up and observed him.

  “I like you, Chiara. But it’s not…”

  “Ale, please…”

  He stared at her for a moment before continuing:

  “I got my punishment today!” She shivered: her eyes were veiled.

  “I’m sorry. I could not keep anything for myself!”

  “It wasn’t a recrimination against you. You acted well. You did what you had to do. I was transferred, and I had a reminder that will appear in my file!”

  She breathed; her hands were wandering lazily along his body:

  “I’m sorry… where?”

  He propped himself up on one arm, staring at her:

  “One mile and a half to Ascoli Piceno!”

  She jerked: “Are you kidding?”

  He sat up, staring at her. Was she
angry or happy? Damn. She wasn’t clear ever.

  “No, I’m not kidding. I was told I had to move. And I chose…”

  She rose up and walked barefoot to the window:

  “I’m happy. It’s just strange: it’s far away from your home!”

  “Well, you’re in sympathy with you mother. You would have never transferred. Here I have a family, but they know how to get by without me. I want to be with you, Chiara. And you?”

  She paused for a moment before turning; then she stared at him and smiled. She jumped on the bed, capturing his lips:

  “Of course I want, bid head!” She stared into his eyes, as their lips met again. He reached out the table and took the box he had hidden in the afternoon. He took out a silver necklace from which hung a tiny emerald pendant. He stared into her eyes:

  “This is for you. We’re too unconventional for a ring, aren’t we?”

  Chiara smiled as his hot breath joined the cold silver.

  So were they: fire and ice.