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Chapter 14
2008.08.22. 11:40
Chapter 14
There was only one thing they both needed after their little romp: a long soak in the bath ... so while Dave took care of the bathwater, Nat found a good bottle of Italian wine, two glasses and a corkscrew in her tiny kitchen then took these to join Dave. By the time she got there, the bathwater was running and he was pouring bubble bath under the jet of water.
Nat opened the wine, poured two glasses, then wrapped herself up in a towel to wait for the water level to rise. Dave was kneeling beside the bath now, still naked, swirling the water around, and when he looked round at Nat, his heart skipped a beat… she looked so incredibly fragile sitting there on an old wicker chair, the dark red of the towel making her skin look snow white... and her little feet protruding from the lower edge of the towel made him want to shuffle over and kiss them... so he did just that!
Nat smiled - trying to remove her feet from his grasp, as she was rather ticklish, but Dave had a good strong grip on them and kissed and tickled them until she was roaring with laughter!
Only then did he stop, check the bath temperature, turn off the water, unwrap his little dancer and take her into his arms - he stepped into the bath with her like this.
Nat sighed from the fine warm water and sat down opposite Dave in the little bath tube. She was sure that David got used to much bigger ones, but she couldn’t afford herself such luxuries. For a moment she felt herself ashamed, but when he gave her a sweet smile and grabbed her arms carefully to pull her onto his lap, she smiled back from her heart. Finally they were together, enjoying each other’s company. She sighed a big one when she put her head onto his naked and wet chest, listening to his strong heartbeats and letting him wash her body with gentle strokes. His tenderness moved her and her emotions whirled inside, nearly letting those words escape her mouth, but it was too early to say such things. Usually she tried to hide her true feelings, not to get hurt. It was fine just to lay there in his arms, feeling his slow touches on her skin and inhaling his and the water’s scent.
Dave reached for a sponge and started to wash Nat's skin, watching the rivulets of water fall from her arms, her neck, down to her little breasts ... Nat in turn ran her hands over Dave's skin - gently as if not to disturb the ink of the tattoos ... but without missing an inch of his skin - she regularly scooped up bubbles to spread onto him and at one point touched his nose with some, laughing at his bubbly nose!
Dave enlarged his eyes and stared at her in a gormless way "Well 'ello daahlin!" he said in a rough cockney accent "Lovely bubbles you got there my love!" this made Nat laugh again, and she kissed him for doing this. He was a constant source of amazement to her... capable of making her scream like a sex-starved woman for him or giggle like a child!
“I love your humour, Dave. You always make me laugh” she smiled at him caressing his cheek with her fingertips. He grabbed them gently and put a kiss onto every single one.
“Even when I’m making love to you?”
“Even then…” she giggled again “Remember the shoe stuff?”
“Ah yes, you’re right. You was laughing at me” he nodded “But after it you were a little minx!” he wrapped his arms around her “My own little minx! Do you make such show for every lover you have?”
“Nooooo! Not at all! You’re the first one! It’s strange, but…”
“But?” he looked at her with curiosity in his green and happy eyes.
“But I feel carefree when I’m with you. My fantasy got wings and I know instinctively what you’ll like…” she whispered blushing a bit.
"You are so right there ... we seem to work well together, don't we?" he half-whispered into her hair.
They lay there until the water got cool, and then showered with a warmer jet before getting out. Both wrapped in towel, they padded through to the bedroom and sat on the bed to carefully dry each other. Nat smiled as she vigorously rubbed Dave's back, which she did for some time, then she was unable to resist checking the cream towel for marks, after rubbing his magnificent tattoo so hard ... Dave spotted this and tried to stifle a laugh.... but it was no use, Nat had seen it.
"Hey, give me a break! I'm just fascinated by your tattoos.... I was really scared that I could damage them... I don't know ...." she lowered her head - ashamed at being so naïve, but then changed her mind and decided to stick up for herself "You know where I come from, the people are simple and not obsessed with their bodies to the point of making marks on them... like you fancy western stars..."
“Ooooh, that hurt!" came Dave's reply and he wore an expression of mock suffering "But you know? I'm glad we are different, it's what attracted me to you - your culture, your physique - everything - rare, fragile and beautiful!" He took her chin in his hand and raised her head from where she had lowered it to pout. He saw a questioning look in her eyes...
"Why do you love me so?" she was asking him. He decided to make the first move...
"I love you so because you are like no-one I have ever known. You overwhelm me with your beauty, your grace, your poise - there."
"Wha -?" Nat could hardly speak...
"Is that what you were thinking?" and he didn't wait for an answer, he just moved in to kiss her tenderly and then deeply - slowly so she would know what he felt for her was genuine.
She couldn’t believe this! She barely dared to believe his words, his feelings and to her own heart as she faded into his tender kiss, meeting his soft tongue for a slow dance. But she saw Dave’s eyes before he kissed her and there was no lie in it! Nat was so moved, that she didn’t even mind that a teardrop ran down her cheek flowing between hers and Dave’s skin, because he was gently holding her face with one of his hands. He broke the kiss and looked at her with a hint of worry as his thumb wiped her tear away.
She didn’t let him ask, just closed her eyes, trying to swallow her tears, but when she didn’t succeed, she let them fall as she leaned forward and sealed their mouths with a longing and desperate kiss. She was waiting for this for long months! She was dreaming of the day when he says he loves her – it seemed just girlish dreams, but now – although he didn’t say it, he showed his love to her! Maybe Tanya was wrong, and he’s not that kind of rock star, who just fucks women and throws them away after a while…
Although she felt herself a bit guilty sleeping with a married man, now she didn’t care! She was finally in his arms and from the élan she hugged him, they both declined onto the bed and Natasha felt herself in Heaven, when his hands hugged her in the same way.
Dave pulled the covers over them and then nestled down into them - his arms were open, inviting Nat to find a place in them.... She smiled and snuggled into him, entwining her legs around him, and gasped as he reached for her breasts - his free hand lovingly cupping one, then the other. Both of Nat's hands played over Dave's taut abdos. She was breathing gently now, and with her head on his chest, she could hear his heart beating....
Something occurred to her suddenly and she propped herself up. Dave took the opportunity to remove his arm which had been under her and going numb. He too propped himself up on the pillows and waited for her to speak:
"So - Dave - I need to know something: you have always said your homelife was lacking in many things… how is this going to help things?"
“My sweet little dancing girl, don't worry about that. I don't want my marriage to be helped along! It's time it got broken up - not roughly or hurtfully, but I'm tired of pretending it's all lovey-dovey! You know that first night? When I saw you dancing? I had been dragged out again by her - it's always the way. She doesn't want people to gossip, so we go out even more than we used to when things were OK! Now I bet you can see the logic in that - you are one of them!"
"One of what, dear Dave?" Nat asked, but wasn't following Dave's thoughts.
"You are a woman so you should understand why she does this!" He sounded totally lost.
"Well-ll-ll" Nat pondered "I think she wants to win you back - I think all the social events are her way of showing the world that she's doing all she can to keep you."
"And yet all she is doing by forcing me to go to these things is driving me further away…" Dave's thought trailed off, as he could see a smile blooming on Nat's lips "What are you grinning about now? You little minx, do I have to tickle it out of you?"
"No, oh no, please, no more tickling!" she begged, flinching away comically "It's just that we would never have met if it wasn't for your wife forcing you to cultivate yourself!"
"AHHH so that's what you think it is - she sees me as a rough uncivilized beast who doesn't know his Manets from his Monets?"
Dave laughed at that - the idea of Jen taking him to shows and performances to educate him - as if she had ever cared about THAT!! All she wanted was to be SEEN at these events. Ask her about the story or the plot afterwards and she would always skillfully avoid the question!
Nat was at least ten years younger than Jen and so much more cultivated, even if she hadn't traveled extensively!
And he felt himself with her just as free as Nat did with him. It was a refreshing feeling – he knew it’d feel like this, he just needed to wait for her. Wait for Destiny’s hand to touch them and allow him crossing her life. And here she was, in his hands, after all of those amazing lovemakings he’ll never forget!
Nat just giggled a bit then looked at him stroking his bare chest, admiring every little feature he had on his face. And Dave did the same, while he pulled the red blanket to cover her naked back. She seemed so fragile to him, he didn’t want to see her sick or feel uncomfortable in any way. He wanted to protect his little Swan Princess – it was a long forgotten feeling to him. Yes, he wanted to protect Rosie, because she was his daughter, it was natural to do so, but it was a long time ago since he felt something like this towards a woman. But now he smiled to himself as he stroked her covered back and let her nestling to him. It was a heart-warming feeling he missed so much! He sighed and embraced his tiny ballerina, enjoying her vanilla scent and the warmth of her body.
After a while he awoke from his thoughts to realise that she fell asleep in his arms. He smiled and just watched her. He knew that she had a hard day and she must have been really exhausted before she closed her eyes and sank into her dreams. As he replaced his hand on her back, she hugged him tightly in her dream and murmured something under her nose. When he leaned a bit closer hearing his name, after a little break he heard something he had heard a long time ago. Those three words…
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Dave's days were spent arranging small details around his album - promotional advertising, the occasional media interest in him and the band ... Nat's days were spent with teaching, waitressing and playing the little housewife to her new lover in their lovenest. Life couldn't have been sweeter - they seemed to find so many moments to spend together...
Officially, Dave and Jen were separated now, and he was sleeping on the couch at his 11th floor studio, as far as Jen and Rosie knew. Dave took out the phone there, preferring to be contacted only on his cell, wherever he was with it.....
He didn't want to spread the news about himself and Nat yet. He wasn't sure why, but until her ballet company returned to Russia, he wanted their closeness to stay as secret as possible.
He hated the dark and foreboding feeling he had whenever he saw news reports of the troupe's progress across the States... Sometimes in the press there would be photos of Nat's former colleague chorus dancers... or worse still, Yuri's cheesy smile would be featured.
One day, Dave saw a group of chorus dancers in a photo - he recognised Tanya, Nat's best friend among the girls, and then saw Yuri standing with his arm around another girl - her face sent a chill down Dave's spine - how a mere photo was doing this to him he had no idea... he didn't buy the paper, he just took bagels and went up to Nat's flat with them. Nat immediately noticed Dave's pallor and asked what had happened - all he could reply was that it felt like he had seen a ghost…
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