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"Izzie, my love, look at me," a very different worried voice calls to her through the daze of her nightmare. Eyes wide open, she jerks up, missing Nick's bespectacled face by an inch.
"I can't
tell you," her hands fly up to cover her face in shame. "I can't. I
need some fresh air." She jumps out of bed, springs to the closet to
emerge in a parka. "Some real fucking air."
"Language!"
He slaps her butt over the coat.
"You think
I could feel it?" Drops the coat on the floor, now only the thin nightgown
hugging her curves. "Do it again."
"No,"
he steps back.
"I want you
to spank me for real," she blurts out in one burst.
"Say
what?"
"Hard and
long," she blushes the same as in her dream.
"As a kink
or something?" Nick rubs his forehead.
"Or
something."
"Oh, hello,
darkness." Nick lets out a sigh of relief, like he was holding his breath
for a deadly verdict, and now, it’s out, the cat is out. "Wait, I'll get
dressed. I think my brain can also use some extra oxygen."
His old hiding
place, the balcony where he spent countless hours looking for her on live
cameras. If someone would've told him that his life was simple back then, he
would laugh in his face. And yet, she is here with him, sitting
cross-legged on the same patio couch, and he tucks the blanket around her bare
legs, trying to remember to breathe.
"The Azotarme
shorts, back in Ibiza," he nods.
"You
remembered?"
"You
flashed me with the Spank Me shorts, how could I not?"
“Azotarme
duro. Duro means hard. It said, spank me hard.”
“I get it!” he
yelps in frustration.
"Did you
think about it, since then?" so much hope in her voice, it hurts.
"Not till
this moment. You disappeared, remember? And after you came back, we had too many things to deal with. Is that what you saw in your
nightmare?"
"No, not
telling you," she shakes her head. "It was much worse."
"What can be worse?"
"So many
things. Will you?" Again, those tearful eyes stare at him, full of hope.
"Right
now?" Stupid, so stupid, but what do you say in a moment like that, when
you say the first thing that comes to mind, the stupidest thing. He is
not going to spank her now if it kills him. It is killing him, the thought
alone.
"No,"
she shakes her head. "When you say, it's time."
Neither of them willing to admit, to go back to that single moment back then in Ibiza, when upon seeing those pink Azotarme shorts, he asked if it's a deal breaker, and she turned it into a joke. Deal-what-deal, she snorted. Right, who brings it up in the middle of a one-night stand. Wrong again, both of them knew from the very first moment, that it wasn't.
She finally spit it all out, the wait is over. Whatever he was dreading, just had happened, yes,
it will always be in the back of her mind, brewing, slipping into her dreams
and her nightmares, in one form or another. Now it's all on him, to digest, to
learn, to apprehend the impossible, and eventually, to give her what she wants,
what she needs.
Nick falls back
on the pillows spread around the massive patio couch, dragging her down with
him. Things will not be better tomorrow, but right now they both need to pause,
till it's time.