Pearced (26 page)

Where’s my
fucking tea!

More of chapter fifteen, Sunday
:
27thoctober2013, ships and eagles

“During late 1570's,” Daniel continues, looking twice at my expression with a quizzical face, “our family ship ‘The Eagle,’ it’s cargo hold full of treasures including statues, carvings, gold and silver taken during a 580 day long voyage.

Am I hungry or am I
hungry
?

They were around the region of Colombia, it was boarded by pirates as they were called then but these weren't European of course, but a culture totally unknown to anyone on-board.   A primitive language and behaviour but their clothes jewellery and weaponry were
so
very
beautiful and intricate as to suggest a wealthy and ancient lost peoples with a richly woven history.”

I’d like to undo that shirt and look at his body right now, what’s wrong with me, he’s trying to be serious. 

“Anyway,” he smiles, “a struggle ensued on The Eagle and our men were vastly outnumbered by this small strong army, and the ship was taken over.”

Yes! I’d like you to take me over right about now.

He speaks with a wide grin now, bingo! Finally he can read my face!

“Not sailing men the new crew tried to steer the ship into port, maybe the gulf, into the port of Guayaquil.” Clearly not to be interrupted. “We know the ship had passed Colombia because of the captain’s log at the time, documents deliveries and the stocking of foods traded for rum. But we don't know exactly where but the general feelings are somewhere around the coast of Peru and Ecuador.”

Note to self, get a map of Peru so I can know where he’s talking about

Glad for my skills at multi-tasking I am rapt by the tale of journeys and trinkets, but being in close proximity to this creature is disturbing my inner equilibrium.  Plus I’m hungry, that's never good, and I’d like more tea.  Basically, it couldn't be worse.  I will be wrong about that too before the year is out.  My nerves are on high alert, my arousal is defcon3 and I’m starting to wish I’d packed spare knickers in my handbag.  I’m on the floor looking up at him, he smoulders at me, his eyes aflame and in an instant he is kissing me. Which, of course is exactly what I want.  Before the tea of course.

We undress each other tenderly and slowly making love like we mean it, we’ve missed each other’s bodies, a wonderful feeling of connection and ownership overcomes me, we hold each other in silence, only our breathing keeping a rhythm, and I realise I may never want to leave him, and this thought didn’t scare me, I must be growing up.

I might have to make my own bloody
tea!

Chapter sixteen, Sunday
:
27thoctober2013, the boy

“There's more to my story if you want to hear it, or will you interrupt me again with your pouting Tharie?” He asks me amused, “why can’t we get anything done like a normal couple.” Couple? What? Really? Definitely need tea now.  “Why can’t we share time without jumping on each other? He asks me and I simply shrug in mock apology, “I can’t keep my hands off you.” He admits like a chess player who's lost his Queen.

“And I don’t want you to.” I whisper breathily in his ear.

“I want you to be safe.” Then put the kettle on, or someone’s getting hurt!

“Where did that come from?” I can take care of myself, “I don’t need a sitter, just a good fuck Daniel.” It sounds so crude, but that’s what we both want isn’t it?  He looks hurt, my attempt at mild humour is ill timed clearly, he tries telling me something and my defensive brain heads it off at the pass. But he battles past me in a classic ‘pincer manoeuvre’.

“You mean a lot to me Tharie,” he strokes my hair, “the story may get crazy, but I want you to hear it all, it's nothing we can’t handle.” Speak for yourself.

“Then, I’m going to need tea,
very
soon Daniel.”

Slightly worried about the final draft of his tale, I remember I do feel safe with him, like I never have before, safe and satisfied.  And with that warm muzzy feeling deep inside, I kiss him tenderly. “I love you Daniel” I tell him, he moans a sound of pleasure into my mouth that turns me on again. I kiss him harder, and he returns with a deep tongue stroking passionate kiss, flipping me on my back again onto the floor.

And I’m thinking all along, still no bloody tea!

I want him again, my body insatiable for him, longing even.  My senses missing his touch on me, yearning for the slightest promise, a gentle hand and low warm breath.  “Baby, are you wet for me again?” His greyed green eyes harden with dilation, burning into my brain, telling me everything I need to know. “You want me inside you?” His fingers tease around my breasts, yes, yes I want it, my whole body bucks to his gentlest touch. His hands move down agonisingly slowly, my mind is insane with the need for him, its calling him, willing him.   His fingers pinch my nipples, hard, I wine with pleasure, I never thought pain could be so delightful. More, and harder, moving from one breast to the other.  He takes his lips off mine and flicks it rapidly over my nipples, teasing them, then blowing over the sensitive tips sending a shiver of delight rushing through me, stopping at my groin.  Me sex is throbbing, my nerves fragile, the slightest touch could send my body pulsating and crashing in a warm honey coated pleasure, sweet but hard.

He caresses me slowly, and I him, his toned and muscular body all mine. His abdominal muscles tight, his core strength clear and defined.  Every sensual curve of this beautiful body traced with intricate fine works of ink.  Moving and caressing his lines, every pleasing curve, each lascivious toned and tight muscle, he is a work of art, and exciting and breath-taking and mine in this moment.  Each libidinous exhilaration of intense feelings hits me one after the other spiralling, I am lost, my body for once has taken control and my mind is playing away from home. His fingers are inside me, faster and deeper, then light and slow, teasing me, torturing me. “Daniel, come inside me I beg you.” I belong to him at that moment, “pierce me.” Only, in my head it's spelled Pearce.

“Baby, you must wait for me.” He climbs over me and lifts my left leg over his shoulder, his hard cock slides easily inside and plunges deep, for agonising moments I think he's going to linger, make me wait , the angle of our bodies allows for very deep penetration, my breathing is laboured, my skin slippery with a film of damp sweat.  In and out very slowly in beautiful succession, we have missed this, we want to feel every single movement, every slide, every single deep thrust. He bites my nipple sucking it into his mouth and my climax begins its journey through my body.  “Baby, cum for me,” and he thrusts into me in a hard rhythm, and we both climax together, leaving ourselves in an exhausted heap of naked flesh, quiet and satisfied.

“Daniel?” Yes baby, “can I have some tea?” We both laugh, and getting into his jeans on the way goes into the kitchen and I hear china clinking, handles all facing the same way I’d guess, and the click of the kettle. About bloody time too.  I look around the room as I dress, noticing for the first time how intricate some of the workmanship in the tapestry is.  Such detail, looks almost like the lines of a river and a map maybe?

“Here baby.” he kisses my head and hands me a steaming hot cup of dark tea, my brain shuts up at once, and now it's completely satisfied too. The cups are white and chip less, unlike mine, perfection it’s what Daniel is all about. I feel slightly self-conscious as I look at my reflection.

“That was fun,” I tell him dragging my fingers through his thick black hair.

“Mm mm,” he hums with a casual pleasure, and places his hand on my face, “you're very special to me Tharie.”   He looks all around my face, “please give me time, I don’t know how to say it, but I will.”

“I know.” I drink my tea, “are you OK?” I ask.

“I can’t help myself, I’m happy” he says smiling.  “This is new to me, and I don’t want to mess it up.” He looks at me, his face asking me a question, I’d answer but I’m not sure what it is.  “Please, when you hear all this you might want to leave, it’s a long story.” how long can it be? I innocently look at my watch, it's getting late.

“You can tell me anything Daniel” I whisper, a little nervous at what I’m inviting him to say.  “You’re being quite dramatic Daniel, usually I’d have a cone of popcorn if I’m to sit through a story.”

“OK” he tells me, “please tell me if it's too much, I’ll drop it and there'll just be you and me.” He looks at me so sincere, loving, there’s slight anguish there too, he's worried about me leaving, I don’t want to leave him, I have fallen quickly for him, He is like oxygen to me now.

“I’m not going anywhere Daniel,” and smiling I graze his lips softly and gently with mine, with deliberate care and intimacy, telling him we'll take care of each other.

Thank goodness for dark hot tea.

“Tell me the rest Daniel, if I don’t like it, then we can deal with that, I’m tougher than I look,” and weaker than I appear I was going to add, but he rises to his feet again, and stands exposed and vulnerable to continue his story.  Takes a deep breath.

“Where was I before I was rudely interrupted?” He winks at me, rude indeed, and all’s well in the world, I sip my tea and my head is quiet for the story too, thank goodness.

“Shall I order a pizza, or is this an Indian type story?” I ask him. Daniel smiles at me grabbing his phone, speed dial pizza, I love this man!

Recharged in more ways than one, I glance at the screen on my phone, I wonder in the future, with this little device be able to make the tea.

HC: “We’ve had to extend our tour, we’re booked out solid” so proud of him

TC: “And what does this mean, really?” I know the answer already.

HC: “More girls!” So predictable, will you ever grow up? Hope not.

TC: “Henry, be safe” you know what I mean, you filthy dog.

HC: “Aren’t I supposed to say that to you?” He means the fall off George

TC: “Call Mum” it’s only fair he has to too.

HC: “Roger, roger and out team leader” he thinks he’s funny too, must be genetic.

Daniel waits patiently for me to complete my texts, “my Brother” I explain, though he hasn’t asked.

“OK, I knew it was important”. He says quietly.

“You knew, how?” Spooky.

“Because your face screws up tight in a very cute expression, and the top of your tongue pokes out between your lips, with dribble” I laugh. “No, no, it’s adorable.” He looks at me sweetly, he’s not making fun of me.

“OK, Sherlock, let’s hear it” I throw a cushion at him laughing.

“And I lied about the dribble”! I throw another one hard, he catches it playfully. He gets an awkward expression and places it down neatly on the sofa, does he know how to have fun I wonder? OK, deep breath.  Wait until he plays the Charles version of 'charades', we do pies, and if you get it wrong, you get squirted with a water pistol!

Note to self, buy Daniel a water pistol, he’ll learn fun quickly with that.

“OK, 1579, a freak storm blew in from the sea and the new sailors who'd pirated the ship but were not suitably skilled to operate it.  They freed the crew from the hold in an attempt to save 'The Eagle.’  Under guard the original sailors tried but failed to control the craft in what local people called the worst storm and heavy winds anyone living had ever known about.    The Eagle was gone, and sank to the bottom of the sea, all hands lost.   Or so it was believed.”

Daniel pauses for effect, and the “pizza is on its way”.

“Yum.”

Later in chapter sixteen, Sunday
:
27thoctober2013, pizza on the way

“Two seamen from the eagle had abandoned the ship during the confusion and swam to a nearby rocky outcrop its tip just visible above the waterline.   The journal which went with them, goes on to say they hugged this rock for nearly two days whilst the weather passed and they were able to swim to the shore with a few items saved from the sinking ship.”

“Local people fed the men and their own folklore mentions them having with them a heavy metal box with unusual figures and writings on it. It was never opened and always stayed by the side of one sailor in particular.   The men from England made their home amongst the indigenous people, even having several children with them, then one day one of the men, taking the box with him walked into the forest and never returned.”

“That man Tharie, was my ancestor, and the captain of The Eagle.”

Bloody hell.

The pizza arrives and we sit on the floor eating and talking like a regular normal couple.

“So it’s a treasure hunt, your great, great, great......too many years great Grandfather risked his life and abandoned his ship to protect either this box or what it contained?”  I added speculatively, with a mouthful of veggie supreme with cheese stuffed crust.

“Yes, and whatever it was, he gave his life to hide it, and it’s an enigma that has been passed down the generations to folklore and mythology.” He passes the potato wedges and dips them in sour cream.   “We whisper about it, but it’s passed into shadow now, because the family who have searched for it have either failed or have died trying.” A sad look crosses over his face. I smile at him as he bites the crust of his pizza looking so handsome and relaxed.