Captive

I stood in front of a mirror for the first time in five weeks; I couldn’t stand the reflection I saw. As I hid in the mailman’s bathroom, I thought about how fast my life was flashing by and that all I could do was sit and watch my hair growing longer and duller, and my big eyes sinking into my thinning pale face.

For the past week, I’ve been wearing women’s clothes, which was a welcomed change. The little things mattered at that point. The tiny victories kept us going, like getting proper clothes, Crosby shaving, the chores we’ve been given around the mailman’s house, and getting a second bed at night – an interesting occurrence.

It happened after another awkward dinner with the mailman and his family. We got back to our cell to find a second single bed placed in the middle of the room, near the old one.

Crosby raised his eyebrows in surprise. I happily explained that the bed was part of the deal I made with Hassan to upgrade our living, or rather our imprisonment, conditions.

He frowned. “Oh,” was the only thing he said before giving me the silent treatment for a long time.

At first, I thought his reaction was childishly funny. When I felt that I was about done with his behaviour, it clicked in my head that he may have been offended that I asked for another bed because I didn’t want to sleep next to him. That had to be it.

When I started moving the new bed, he turned around from where he stood at the window. He put his hands in the pockets of his cargo shorts and gave me a curious look.

“Check this out, we have a double bed now,” I said as I gestured to the joined beds. A small smile tugged at his lips as he slowly walked towards me.

“Mia, you could have your own bed if that’s what you want,” he said quietly.

“I… that’s not why I asked for it,” I said hurriedly. I felt too embarrassed to admit what I knew he wanted to hear. “I thought we could sleep more comfortably like this,” I said instead of telling him that as long as I was given the choice, I will never want to sleep away from him.

“Well, I don’t see any new blanket, so you don’t have a choice but to share this space with me,” he said, his eyes crinkling as his smile broadened.

“I know,” I said and pouted.

“You don’t seem that upset to me, try harder,” he chuckled.

I shook my head and laughed.

We christened the new bed that night. At first, our kisses remained innocent. But when he hovered over me and showered my neck with love bites, I couldn’t hold back my moans of pleasure. His hands started roaming my body as I wrapped my legs around him. He wasted no time grinding his hips against mine.

“I want you,” was the last thing said before Crosby showed me how much he really wanted me. Lifting my shirt up, he kissed his way from my belly button up to my breasts where he took his sweet time teasing me. It wasn’t long before I was fully naked.

Crosby’s tongue darted out and traced a roadmap from my chest to my right hip, then across my stomach to my left one. His head disappeared between my legs and my heart almost jumped out of my chest.

He left soft kisses and hot air blows on my inner thighs. I lifted my head and chest off the bed and reached for his hair. I instinctively pushed him closer towards where I craved him to be. When Crosby's lips closed on me, then and for the very first time, I understood the whole “seeing stars” feeling Tara told me about.

I thought I was going to die if I didn’t come right that second. But Crosby delivered the best Milky Way tour; bands of light ignited my world as I bucked my hips into his face.

My heart was still drumming in my ears when Crosby looked at me and smiled. His fingers stroked my stomach making me jump since I was still oversensitive. He bent his head down and left a tender kiss on my folds that were now covered with the aftermath of my orgasm.

He moved up my worn-out body and propped himself on his elbows. He dipped his head down and kissed me hard, not bothering to wipe his mouth before. Despite how exhausted I was, I could never stop kissing him. I linked my hands around his neck and brought our bodies closer together.

Oh, he was still aroused. He wasn’t shy to touch himself in front of me either.

I mustered the courage to reach for him, which was easy since his shorts were already gone. As he stroked himself, I closed my small fingers around his larger ones and went with the motion.

His lips left my mouth and his eyes were locked on mine. He removed his hand, giving me all the reigns. He was rock-hard and twitching. It doesn’t take an experienced woman to know that he was dangerously close. He buried his head in my neck as I brought him pleasure with a handful of strokes. A string of profanities left his lips as he collapsed on his back next to me. When his breathing stabilized, he sighed contentedly.

I covered my face and turned my naked back to him when the reality of what we have done hit me. I was too embarrassed all of a sudden. I hid my naked body as best as I could under the small blanket. I felt his hand on my waist, but I didn’t move a muscle until he kissed my shoulder and his hand crept over my stomach. I shivered under his touch.

Crosby chuckled at the same time I realized that my skin was sticky. I sat up and gaped at him. He gave me a cocky smile.

“Sorry,” he said, but he clearly wasn’t. “Let’s get you cleaned up, shall we?”

I looked at his stretched hand then up to his grinning face and I shook my head. I looked for my discarded shirt and covered myself.

I felt I was being lifted in the air. “You’re stubborn, I learned not to argue with you,” he said sternly.

“What are you doing?”

“Cleaning us up,” he said, placing me on my feet under the shower. He snatched the shirt, exposing me to him. With his eyes holding mine, he traced the outlines of my body.

“Mia.”

“What?” I gulped at the sultriness of his voice.

“The shy act doesn’t suit you.”

I was almost convinced that he was mocking me. But then he placed his hand tenderly on my cheek and left a kiss on my nose.

No other words were said as we showered fast under the cold water. The chilly night breeze wasn’t helping.

Crosby trotted to fetch the towel and took his time drying every inch of my body. We helped each other dress up, and without a word, got under the covers and slept.

Not for one second did we take advantage of the larger space that night. His body remained wrapped around mine the way it has been since our first night in this prison.
In the morning, I woke up to his warm breath and the echoes of his heartbeat and like every morning, I wished we were in some hotel room, or maybe in my room back home where I would not feel guilty about the happiness and peace that being in his arms brought me.

And like every morning, the mailman would grace us with a visit. We would jump out of bed like teenagers afraid of getting caught sleeping together.

Notes

Hello! Happy All-Star weekend, hockey fans! Hope the Metro wins tonight.

Thanks for reading and for your feedback :)

Charlie