How I feel when I'm around you (System Of A Down)(EN)

White heat

-Nikki-

«Landgraaf!»

There's a general, huge sigh as soon the driver announces we've reached our destination. Despite tiredness, we all hopped back onto our buses after the gig to reach the place of the next concert that is going to be played tomorrow: it's a little piece of Netherlands that is kind of enclosed between Belgium and Germany, not too far from where Rock am Ring is unfolding. The guys already have been there for another gig, last year.

Once we're in the hotel, everyone gets their room as planned and then make a run for the showers; not me, though, because I don't feel like competing for the bathroom with a tired, sweaty Daron. I spend a few minutes catching my breath, then proceed to strip off my clothes until I'm in my undies, tie my hair up high and get my clean clothes ready.

«Is the door locked?» I ask, after knocking briefly.

«Nope, come in», the guitarist's answer can barely be heard above the noise of running water.

As soon as I'm inside, I'm enveloped in a small cloud of steam; I can see his figure through the shower's plastic doors.

«Thought I'd find a sauna in here», I joke, putting my stuff aside and removing my melted make-up «it seemed worse at first, this bathroom is quite small.»

«You're the one who showers in constant heat», the guy mocks me while soaping himself up.

«It's not my fault I'm always cold while I shower», I pout while tidying up, then I wash my face. «So, how long you think you will be?» I ask him while fetching my bath towels and hair products.

«I'll never come out of here, so you'll be stinky!» Daron laughs, opening the water stream again.

«Then I'll be so clingy you'll stink again», I shoot back.

«Is this war, lil thing?»

A plastic sound tells me the shower's doors are being opened, so I turn and then forget what I wanted to say as soon as I'm regaled with the unexpected sight of naked, wet Daron. «Let's save water, join me», he invites with a mischievous grin, a soapy hand reaching for my chin.

My eyes focus on a few trickles down his neck, then find him staring at me intensely; I silently strip off my last clothes and let them fall on the floor before joining him, at ease.

«Guess you don't want to get your hair wet?» he turns to close the plastic doors.

«You're right. I don't feel like washing it now, I'll do it properly after dinner.»

Daron easily corners me in the innermost part of the shower, an arm against the wall to trap me and recreate an atmosphere of sexual tension.

«Are you shy, beastie?» he teases, biting his lower lip. As soon as he shuts up, I kiss him hungrily and throw my arms around his neck, our naked bodies flush. He breaks the kiss reluctantly, then turns the water on again and grabs my sponge and my shower gel to give them to me.

«How kind», I tease him while soaping up.

«Thanks, I am», he says, crossing his arms. «I volunteer to help so I can really deserve the compliment.»

«Gosh, how exciting», I chuckle with amusement and give him my sponge. «You'll be kind enough to help me with my back, won't you?»

The guy proceeds to do what he's told without a word, and I soak up the sensations; the relax levels get so high I kind of lose sight of reality for a few seconds, and I come back when I feel something different touching my hips. Not a fluffy thing anymore, but the guitarist's warm hands.