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Chapter 5
2008.08.22. 11:06
Chapter 5
Dave was saying nothing but felt, oh so many things at once! He was over the moon knowing that the dear one responds his love. Because by now he was sure: he was in love again.
He didn't know if she felt the same yet, but he slowly filled up with hope as he grabbed her hand softly and reassuringly.
"So good to hear that, Nat. Do you want to speak about what had happened back in the theatre next to a tea or something stronger?" he asked softly.
She was thinking for a few minutes then slowly nodded.
"Please bring me home. To your flat if it's not a problem. I don't want to cause other damages even in your marriage."
"Doncha fear. Everything'll look better after a drink by me. Jennifer isn't at home. She's in Greece with the kids by her parents" he shrugged "No one'll bother us, you can open your heart for me. And..." he smiled at her "I can even offer my shoulder to cry on if you want".
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Yuri was tense and nervous, he barked at everyone who was near him. He doesn’t even try to hide his feelings, whoever had a glance at him could see he is not in the best of moods.
He tried to call Nat, in vain. He got more and more furious by the time he hit his hotel room he was thinking hard what to do.
Finally he called Katja to ask more about Natasha and Dave, but she couldn't really help, but mentioned Tanya, who seemed to know much more about the cheaters. He was boiling in his anger and wanted Natasha back.
So he decided to call Tanya. It wasn’t difficult, but she refused speaking with him personally. She never liked Yuri too much and after seeing what he have done with her friend…
The anger was still boiling in Yuri’s veins when he asked:
„So what do you know? And don’t lie to me, Tanya, I’ll know if you do!”
“Yuri, calm down, please! Anger isn’t a good adviser. Why did you lay into Natasha? She was scared to death!”
“Isn’t it obvious?! She cheated on me with a fucking celebrity!”
“No, you are wrong. She didn’t do anything bad, she struggled and tried to stay faithful to you” she sighed "Yes, she would have had the opportunities, but they were just chatting as I know.”
Yuri chuckled with a harsh tone “And you believe this? How do you know she didn’t lie to you?”
“Listen, Yuri! Natasha is not that kind of girl who lies and hides things from those whom she loves. But you should know this well… And if you have doubts, then maybe it was better that she broke up with you…” and she hung up.
Yuri watched as despite himself his hand tightened around the phone ... his knuckles were white and angular, and his whole arm was trembling with the anger that he felt, all channeled into this one movement.
He threw the cell across the room .... this wasn't the first time he had felt such volcanic anger inside him. Many times when situations escaped his control, he would resort to a physical expression of how he felt - uncontrolled, dangerous, potentially fatal when it happened while he was driving. This was one of the reasons Nat now refused to drive anywhere with him. She had seen him nearly kill them both after a stupid incident on a Russian motorway. A passionate man is one thing, she told him - but an uncontrollable madman at the wheel of a car was something else. Nat loved her life too much to risk Yuri ending it for her.
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They arrived at Dave's apartment and once he had unlocked the door, Dave ushered her in first.
"Just make yourself at home, ok? Would you like a drink? Something strong? Or just a soft drink?"
Nat was trying to drink in all that she could see around her - she hardly heard what Dave was saying: what a beautiful room she was standing in ... The white walls, the red sofa, Dave's paintings on the walls, Rosie's lil white piano and the view from the big windows onto the peers and the Hudson river mesmerized her again.
"Nat? Did you hear me?" Dave spoke again after a long silence, walking up to her and seeing that she was deep in admiration of a huge photo of a pretty little blond girl. Last time she didn’t have too much time to examine the living room.
“Ah that's my Stella Rose" said David "but we can talk about that little pickle later, first I want to get you a drink.”
“Oh David I am so sorry, would you have any white wine please?" Nat sounded tired - exhausted even from the day's events. Dave proposed that she sat down while he got their drinks, and watched helpless as she let herself fall onto the deep red sofa.
"One white wine coming up, Little Miss Dancing Princess!"
Nat laughed out loud "Oh Dave I am soooo tired now - if I had to dance I would look like a clumsy bear, and not a Princess!" she stretched out into the sofa, unaware that he was watching her do this.
How graceful she was - supple - fragile - her pale skin was calling him to shower it with kisses - he would start on one arm, and work up towards her neck ... she was loosening her scarf, as the apartment was far from cold.
Dave realised he had poured wine all over the place, as he had overfilled Nat's glass, being too busy with his daydream.
"Oh Ffffffflaming hell" he stopped himself in time - he would not be vulgar in front of her - even though there was wine on his shoes now too ...
“What happened? Can I help?" Nat had sprung to her feet and was coming towards him - he reached for a paper towel and wiped her glass to hand it to her, then made a better job of pouring his own, and then he held up his glass for a little toast "To happier minutes in my Princess' life" he smiled trying to comfort her.
"Ahh... well, thank you David" she smiled faintly and sipped from her wine "It's delicious" she added and walked to the large windows to watch the ships moving slowly on the river.
"You're quite close to Hudson."
"Yes, do you like the view?"
"Yeah, it's nice and quiet, although everything's grey from the clouds. But you have bland winter compared to Russia."
"That's true" he smiled and stepped next to her, running a hand lightly on her upper arm.
She didn't move as he did this ...so he took it as a sign to continue. He moved in to stand behind her, and breathed in deeply to inhale the smell of her hair, only inches away from his face. She was wearing a sleeveless sweater - its matching cardigan had been taken off as soon as she sat on the sofa, and had been joined by her scarf ... the sweater revealed the merest hint of the shape of her breasts .. small and high - and the neckline was too high to show much flesh at all, so Dave had to guess everything about her ... only her long and graceful neck was visible.
The soft almond green of the sweater and her milky white skin made her look ethereal - fairylike - a delicate little woodland nymph that he had found and brought home to regain some strength before going back out into the outside world.
He smiled as Nat took a step back, because her back was now up against his chest. He continued caressing her arm as, with most of the glass of wine drunk now, she began to speak.
"You know what I'm thinking about right now?" she asked quietly.
"Well... please share your thoughts" he smiled continuing his little circles on her shoulder.
She sighed "That your touches are something special."
"What do you mean?" he gave a soft kiss onto the top of her head, which he could kiss easily as it reached just the line of his jaw.
"I have never known such soft touches, which can melt the ice around my heart so easily..." she finished whispering and drank all the remained wine from her glass.
As she said this she leaned back against him - Dave felt his heart beating strongly - she was bound to feel it but if she did, it didn't bother her. Once Dave had taken her empty glass and put it with his own on a nearby shelf, they stayed like that, admiring the view, for a long time...
Nat seemed to have lost the thread of what she had started to say, so after a while, Dave gently cleared his throat and asked "So why is your heart encased in ice, my sweet little princess?"
"Oh if I told you that, you would be late for work tomorrow - it's such a long story" she chuckled "but because it's you, I can try to give you the condensed version - would that do?"
"Well, whatever would make you feel better - that's what I want to do. I'm not that bothered about all the sordid details."
"Fine, I can condense this down to five words - ready?"
Dave looked puzzled, but shrugged his shoulders and said "Ok, go on."
So Nat held out one hand and counting off the words on her thumb and fingers she said "Yuri is a control freak."
"Aaaaahhh! Now I know!" Dave sighed wisely - and happily - he had been hoping that Yuri was out of favour.
"Yeah, we can describe the situation in these 5 words, but of course it's much more complicated. If you were there at the rehearsal, you could have seen how he acts with everyone. You're lucky that you weren't there backstage when he yelled at me" she shrugged and stepped away from him going back to the red sofa, letting her gaze wander on a big painting above it before sitting down.
"Did he hurt you... I mean physically?" he asked with anxiety in his eyes.
"Not really except grabbing me" she sighed "But that wasn't the first time, I got used to it. He controlled me always. Said what to wear, what to eat, how to dance, where to go... Haha, he wasn't the kindest man in my life, but he was my fiancé and I loved him..."
"You still love him?" he asked quietly, feeling a stone in his stomach.
"I can't really call it love any more - I wonder if it ever was - he is more like my boss or my big brother than my lover or my partner. Nothing is ever two-way with him. He only knows one way - can you guess which?" Nat turned to look Dave in the eyes as she asked this - he walked towards her and placed his hands on her soft, cool little shoulders ....then he pretended to search for the answer as if there were many possible ones.
"Ahm now let me think ... don't tell me it's his way?" Dave's green eyes widened as he waited for her reply. There was a mischievous smile in the corner of his mouth though, so Nat knew he was teasing her, trying to lighten the atmosphere …
"Well done - you guessed right!" she laughed, shaking her head at his silly little game.
"So - princess - do I get a prize for my right answer?" Now Dave's eyes were pleading, and Nat thought she knew what he wanted.
She raised herself up on tiptoe and kissed him softly on the lips "Bravo for your right answer!" she whispered when she was standing down again.
Dave had closed his eyes for this kiss - and still had them closed. He was thinking how soft her lips were - her shoulders - her hair - he was trying to commit all of this to memory as if at any moment this fairy princess would vanish....
"I like the face you have now" she noted smiling brightly up at him, putting her small hands into his much bigger ones. She was wondering how beautiful hands he had with those slender and long fingers which were now holding her fragile hands. She felt his thumbs gently stroking her skin.
"Why? How does it look like?" he opened his eyes and looked down at her, his heart flying high from the shining smile he had seen on her face.
"Like it'd have been the most important kiss in your life" she laughed trying to jest, but his gaze stayed serious.
"Well maybe it was - how would that make you feel?"
Nat didn't know what to say - she was totally unprepared for this.... but her weak attempts to laugh about Dave's serious expression had failed. He wanted her to know what that kiss - and any others - meant to him.
"Let me test a theory" she said, hesitantly "…if one little kiss produces this reaction ...” and then she smiled and Dave could no longer hold back.
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