27
Oct
08

Lucha Libre, part 2

 

Brighid: So when I had to part with Rey I found myself…well, for lack of a better word—sad.

 

Cindy: Wait, wait, wait. You just skipped to the end!

 

Brighid: No, I didn’t.

 

Cindy: Yes, you did. Last we heard Rey was about to take a shower.

 

Brighid: Ohhh. Really? Then what writer’s head have I been in because I told someone the whole story.

 

Cindy: Well, it wasn’t me. You deserted me all week!

 

Brighid: I thought you needed a rest, but I’m back—please hold the applause—so where were we?

 

Cindy: Rey found you face down in the dirt in a small Mexican desert town after you had a bender with Quetzalcoatl and he invited you back to his hotel room so he could take a shower.

 

Brighid: Oh boy, you are far behind, all right—let’s start with that shower…

I followed Rey to a small inn, all the while taking in the masculine grace of his gait. His strides were long and solid, but not hurried. He bore the confidence of at least a demi-god, though I knew him to be entirely human. This aspect of his nature intrigued me; humans rarely exhibited such strength of body and mind.

 

“Feel free to tell me it’s none of my business, but how did you wind up here?” he said.

 

“It’s a very long story. Let’s just say I don’t hold my tequila well.”

 

A knowing smile parted his full lips, yet another weapon in his arsenal of charm. “I find there are two kinds of people in this world. Those who can drink tequila and those who can never drink tequila again.”

 

“I fall into the latter category. How about you?”

 

“So far I still can, but that could change on any given weekend.”

 

Right then and there I decided the prior evening had not been a total wash. Were it not for Quetzi and his demon drink, I would never have met this most alluring young man. I couldn’t recall the last time I’d been truly attracted to a mere mortal.

 

The room at the inn held few furnishings: a queen-size bed covered in simple cotton blanket, a chest of drawers, and a single nightstand; his only personal effect in the room—a suitcase tucked neatly in the corner.

 

“It’s not much,” he said as though he’d read my thoughts.

 

“Don’t be silly. It has everything you need.”

 

“True, and few distractions. At least until you arrived.”

 

“Oh my, you are a charmer, aren’t you?”

 

He shot me an innocent glance, but didn’t offer a reply. Instead he asked, “Would you like to shower first?”

 

“Thank you, but I’ll be all right. Go about your business, pretend I’m not even here.”

 

“I don’t think I’m capable of that.”

 

He flopped his suitcase on the bed, then pulled out two pairs of jeans and two t-shirts. One set of clothing he folded over his arm, one set he left on the bed. “In case you’d like to change. I’m sure the jeans are way too big, but you shouldn’t run around town in a bikini.”

 

“But I have you to protect me.”

 

“I’m good, but I don’t think I could defend you against every guy in town advancing on you at once.”

 

“Oh okay, I’ll change,” I said. “No peeking.”

 

“I’ll be in the shower. You’ll have all the privacy you need.”

 

So cute of him to say, as if I wanted privacy. But I decided to play up the damsel in distress routine.

 

After he disappeared into the bathroom, I donned the vestments. Never having worn a pair of ‘jeans’ before, I found the fabric unpleasant. Why anyone would choose to wear such a coarse textile, I’d never know. Didn’t he have anything silk or cashmere?

 

I flicked open his suitcase and rifled through it. My hands landed on something more luxurious, buttery-soft leather. Black leather pants and a black and silver leather mask. Now just what kinky stuff was this delicious young man into? Oh yes, the game was afoot. Wearing a wicked grin, I returned the garments to the bag, then walked over to the bathroom door. A cloud of steam met me as I slipped inside.

 

“Mind if I join you?” I asked.

 

Startled, he turned around, water streaming over the carved perfection of his body. I could hear his thunderous heartbeat and delectable, impure thoughts, though I didn’t need the skills of a goddess to see that he wanted me.

 

“Of course I don’t mind.” Again, he triumphed over me with that disarming smile.

 

To be continued…

 

 

 

 

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3 Responses to “Lucha Libre, part 2”


  1. 1 jambrea
    October 27, 2008 at 1:38 pm

    Leave it to you and Brig to make us wait until next week for the actual shower scene. TEASE! The both of you!

  2. 3 Ali
    October 28, 2008 at 1:26 am

    Aww, just when it was getting hotter… 🙂
    Will be back for more *g*


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