shashy
We were sitting on the couch just looking at nothing while silence wrapped the whole atmosphere. A sigh from him first break it followed by connected movements we both have to do to finally break it. He asked me if I want something, I answered with a slight movement of my head from left to right. He shrugged followed by stretching of his legs. He offered water to continue the conversation. I took an effort to answer 'no' but my voice seems so small I think he hardly hear it. He moved closer, at first a little but as he let out a raspy groaned he pulled me in with such fury I didn't tried to strangle. He kissed me hard with no intention of letting go. I grasp for air and looked at his face with a thought in my mind: Ages is not variable now, as long as he make me feel this way, I don't care I'm in love with my Maestro.
The ingredients to the sauce he was preparing was almost absurd and hard to find so he went to cottage near his to fetch the ivy he needed.