"Our lives may not have fit together, but ohh did our souls know how to dance..."- K. Towne Jr.
The sound of music, laughing and cheering woke her up. Stretching she wanted to grumble. Last day of Carnival and the streets were already alive in downtown Santo Domingo. Home. Looking at the time seeing she had minutes until her shift she ran out of bed. The diner cafe could survive her being a little late today. Running up to the terrace she watched the ongoing parade, the first of many for today. Bright colours were all she could see. Dancers, floats and drummers all in the distance. The sensual invent of women's hips to the music as they flaunted what they were given. The ongoing appreciators that swarmed the streets. Confetti in every colour of the rainbow everywhere, the streets were painted. And you could still make out the late night party animals turning in to start up again later this evening.
"Feliz cumpleaños Nicoll," she muttered to herself.
Heading back in, she rushed to ready herself for the busy day ahead. Walking through downtown and the crowd would be stress to get to the heart of the city from where she was. Looking around the small apartment she had come to love over the past two years, she thought about her decision to stay put after her Abuela Aury passed away. Kissing the cross her cross that she always wore, she resumed getting ready. Easy going makeup with cherry lips. Her thick eyebrows stood out against her skin as she wiggled them in the mirror. Her wispy black lashes clashed with her heterochromic eyes. Her left sea green eyes still held russet flecks, which was the whole colour of her other eye. Smiling happy with her look, the rosiness of her cheeks she smacked her lips once more for good measure. Throwing on last minute pieces together bangles, she grabbed her bag, hoops and phone.
Juggling the stuff in her hands she locked the door. Running down the steps, two at a time she through her ash brown hair into a makeshift bun, barely containing the mass of waist length hair. Soft curls still managed to escape framing her face.
"Buenos días, mi hermosa Imelda!"
She screamed running past her grandmothers old friend, as she playfully hit her with her scarf. Leaving a kiss on the small woman's cheek she ran. She knew she would come for her if she got there before her. Giggling like a school girl, she said her good morning at the early birds who were up setting shop. All the people who were her knew found familia who she had come to love. Undoing the scarf around her bag she wrapped it around her head hoping it would help hold some back. Taking her gold hoops she put them on finish her look.
Walking down towards the city she sand along to the music if carnival, the best way to spend a birthday.
Sergio loved coming home. Living in the upper city area he was happy to be able to at least catch the last day of carnival. He looked around the family home, his brother Tiago just emerging out his room and his mama was cooking up a storm in the kitchen before his abuela got here later in the afternoon. Aiden was still nowhere to be seen after willingly tagging along for the annual family vacation. Walking out to the balcony he could see the morning parades starting up. The carefree atmosphere and warmth that he only felt when home.
Grabbing his phone and keys, making sure he has his wallet, he sighed.
"Mama I'm going out."
Throwing his shoes on, he didn't wait for much of a reply walking out. There was one place he knew his feet would carry him to unconsciously. And he couldn't help but wonder if she would be there today.
Mama Imelda's cafe sat on the corner of the Main Street carnival passes through. It was small, always hot and extremely packed. It was also where she earned just enough to live paycheque to paycheque. Yet she loved it. The dim lighting along with the music set against the pale yellow walls set a real ambience of warmth. True to her what her abuela always said about having a drink no matter the time a bar took up the right corner. Old wooden cabinets that could give you serious splinters held all types of poison of choice. The barstool old and crumbly held thousands of stories. Mismatched mosaic tiles made up the bar table. An old jukebox played the oldest music, and tables of weathered wood scattered the places leading out.
"Niña!" A voice shouted through from the kitchen.
"Coming!" She replied recognising old Santos' voice. Crazy fool she muttered under her breath, dumping her bag behind the bar and taking the small apron that she wrapped around her waist.
"Ayyy! Esperar viejo tonto," she went screaming hand flailing whilst disappearing behind the bead curtain that led into the kitchen.
"Mijo"
Sergio wouldn't be able to forget the voice even if he tried. His abuela sat at the bar, her walking cane that doubled as favourite beating cane resting by her side. Her hazel eyes still held that twinkle of mischief that hadn't dampened over the years. The hooped earrings his abuelo gave her on her ears. And the cross that was his she wore religiously every single day.
"Abuela."
He replied, hugging her. She smelt of lemons and oranges, with a hint of smoke from her cigarettes.
"Cómo estás?" He asked engaging her into conversation and taking a seat.
The start of her shift was hectic to say the least. After fighting and helping Old man Santos out in the kitchen she took the trash out whilst waiting on the tables. She couldn't help the way her feathers bring rustled had her a little more in the annoyed side, especially as the only other waitress called in sick last minute. Waking out the kitchen she felt the water in her steps. Sergio was back? Over the past years since she's been alone he'd be coming down home more often. When she lived at the end of the street she remembered how he would always make a way to walk past her house, eyes flickering to her bedroom. She was yet to stop and talk to him. Instead secret smiles passed between them. Eyes met every chance they got, in a silence that could only be created between them.
It was like Nicoll grew more beautiful every time he saw her. Her shoulder length hair has grown to her waist, skin a darker shade of caramel that glowed. Her body matured. Each curve more defined, breasts more heavy and heady, accentuated through every intake of breath. The thin orange tank she wore did nothing to hide the bombshell she is. Smooth endless legs teases him with every step she took, restrained by her short jean skirt. Her grandmother's cross sat in a mess of gold chains around her neck. A number of gold bangles and rings adorned her hands and fingers. Gold hoops on her ears and a scarf wrapped around her head did nothing to tame any fly always. She was a beautiful mess. And like every other time, all he could see was her.
"She's alone here mijo," the sound of his Abuela's voice breaking him out of his trance.
"She doesn't show it but she misses home, her friends and living familia." She finished with pointed look, leaving him with his thoughts.
"Cumpleaños feliz..."
Voices behind her gathered and the begging of happy birthday begun. Her shoulders shook a smile so graceful and real adorned lips that he wanted to just kiss. A smile he wanted to be the reason for. His Abuela gave him the cake and so he stood right front of her.
"Cumpleaños feliz, Te deseamos todo, Cumpleaños feliz!"
All the people in the cafe that knew her joined in, clapping and singing in sync as she blew the candles out. They gathered around a table and he sat watching the pure joy on her face. And the ushered tears that turned her eyes glossy.
He waited until she cut it, the old people had their slices and the cafe finally grew back to his normal chatter. A teasing boyish smile on his face he sat leaning back. Watched as she licked her fingers clean of birthday cake before finally speaking his first words to her.
"Que pasa morena?"
She couldn't help the teasing smile that adorned her lip, that came to play only around him. The way she purposefully licked them, making his attention flicker to them as she braved herself arms against his table.
"Oh babe.." she leaned in closer,
"Si supieras," she whispered across his lips.
Moving back she laughed out loud at the trance he was left in. Felt a warmth like no other as he looked at her like she was his sun. How she had caught him doing since they were seventeen. And every other time since when he's kissed her, our sneaked a fleeting touch whilst passing. Jumping up he crushed her to him, she squealed out on delight. Hands wrapped around his neck he twirled her, her head fell back before hiding into the crook of his back as the regular customers and his abuela laughed at them.
"You haven't changed a bit Nee," he whispered against her skin.
"I've missed you too Serge."
Breaking apart she looked up at him with hesitation in her eyes.
"Wait for me?"
"Siempre." His reply was instantaneous.
"Just go now mija it's fine." The voice of his Abuela broke their moment.
"And then you'd have no waitresses Imelda," Nicoll replied head cocked to the side.
"Nicoll Aury..."
"Not the full name please Imelda!"
"I'm closing early today for carnival estúpida chica, now vamos!"
"Your mean Imelda! Your lucky I love you!"
He sighed hard as if it was going to break them out of their little argument. Growing tired of them he went and grabbed her bag, before literally dragging her out by the waist.
"Come on Nicoll Aury, we have places to be."
He whispered against the shell of her ear, loving the way she shivered in his arms, halting any fight she could have put up.
"Coming home with me," she questioned head turning so she could see part of his lips.
"Nowhere else I'd wanna be bonita." She felt herself smile at his before grabbing his hand and taking him exactly where she wanted him. Home.
She took him through the longer route, they stopped and watched parts of carnival. Sang lyrics they knew and danced for a shirt moment of time. She asked about LA and what was happening with everything and everyone left. If home still looked the same. If old Mr Collins still lived in the other end of the street and was still the butt of every prank the kids pulled. Whether Mario still ran the mart a two minute walk from their street. She asked if he'd seen her mama, papa and hermano around and if they looked well. She asked about his friends, the people she knew well and grew up with her, all living at the most a street away from each other. As the memories danced inside her mind she felt her heart clench. The more she reminisced the more her want for the olden days grew.
Sergio couldn't take his eyes off her. The way she smiled showing off all her teeth. The laugh that sounded more like a cackle making a weak dimple pop out on the left side. The unflattering snort that would follow her eye roll when he said something she thought was completely stupid. And so he didn't miss the way her eyes misted over when she asked of LA. Of their friends, whom she missed so dearly. The way her eyes longed when she talked of her family. If he could he would've whisk her away. Forever, wherever.
She felt her nerves grow. How messy was the place today? Was her underwear from yesterday still on the floor? She left in a rush mail stacked on the drawers by the door. She knew her bed would be unmade like usual. But did she have dishes that she hadn't washed? She gave him a small apprehensive smile as they climbed up the stairs coming to a stop at her door.
Her hands shook slightly with the click of the door and she couldn't pin point if it was because of the growing awareness of him in her personal space, or the fact that there were a few cans and takeout boxes on top of her coffee table. She felt his hands on her hips pushing her forwards as he followed in closing the door with his foot. The tantalising feeling of his warm wet lips against the tan skin of her neck. Her hands tightened over his, head rolling back silently inviting him for more. He found her soft spot with ease, lips familiar against the spot just behind her ear as she shivered.
She submitted to him. Hands held his letting him take the lead. His hands ran up the length of her arms, teasingly pulling the straps of her top and bra down. Her hand pulled at his hair, whilst the other delved below, pulling her skirt up curvy thighs he loved wrapped around him. He didn't hesitate. Spinning her and picking her up where she let out a soft squeal of surprise as he laughed against her lips. He was crazy about her. The soft caresses she left lingering like lover. The soft gaze she held as he carried them to her bed. She didn't waste time as he sat in the edge of her bed, pulling his shirt up and off her hands spreading out across his pecs.
White hot heat was all she felt. Being so close to him with too many close. Flustered, frustrated she made quick work of taking her top off and flinging it over her head somewhere. Her orange bra followed suit as she claimed his mouth in a kiss. She missed his taste, the feel of him flush against her body, as her nipples scraped against the smoothness of his caramel chest. She couldn't hold in her groan as his lips worked all over her neck and chest, her hands pulling tight at his short curls. She pulled at his jeans, popping them open and taking off the belt.
Awkwardly he pulled down his jeans. Grabbing Nicoll, he pulled her up against him again so she straddled him. Tearing open the condom packet he sheathed himself. Pulling her panties to a side he could feel the searing heat of her against his hand. She silently raised her hips, grounding herself against him, his hands flying to her waist as they created their own rhythm.
It was like whenever she saw him she lost all control. All inhibition flew out the window. All she felt and saw was Sergio the only man that could play her body so perfectly. She didn't say anything silently taking control, lifting her hips she insoles herself on him. Hissing at the feeling of home. She wrapped around him like a vice, both working up a rhythm that grew faster and harder each time she care down on him. Her lips meat his neck and she loved how he shivered when she gently bit down where his neck met his shoulder. Her body hummed in pleasure and as his hand sought out where they met flicking over bundle of nerves she came apart swearing she could see stars. Sergio drove faster and hard movements becoming jerky before coming undone.
Out of breath, he held her body against his. Their sweat mixed and the scent of sex lingered in the air. Kissing her forehead tenderly he lay her down to take care of business in the bathroom. Discarding the condom in the trash can he leant against the door frame watching a satisfied and very naked Nicoll lay with a lazy smile on her face directed at him. He subconsciously smiled. So tender and easy as he jumped on the bed nestling between her legs, head resting on her belly.
As she watched his impressive ass disappear she pulled her skirt and panties off into the floor. Moving up the bed she smiled and butterflies swarmed her belly. She felt him watching her, she didn't have to invite him. Like the man he carried himself as he jumped on the bed sending her bobbing up and down before making himself comfortable on her, Propping herself up she couldn't help running her hand through his hair. The boyish smile on his face made her chest tighten. She missed him when he was gone, wondered if she would ever have the courage to tell him she loved, hell if she would even acknowledge her feelings herself.
"Think we set a new record of how impatient we are." Her words were light and playful, a glint in her eye.
Setup could t help but drink in the woman she had become. His feelings for her only growing more fierce with every passing second. His fingers teased her nipples as he could feel her frustration grow. Slowly as they formed tight peaks and he bit her left one.
"Next time let's manage to get all clothing off first," he chuckles amused at the heat that grew in her eyes.
Knowing fully well he was getting to her, he kissed down her stomach, eyes still glued to hers. Felt her breath in sharply before the sharp sting of her pulling his hair and head up as he almost reached between her thighs.
"What round two already?" She said in a teasing tone.
"Woman I can never have too much of you." She felt her breath hitch at how serious he looked before nipping and playfully kissing all over her neck and chest. She squealed as he tickled her sides before palming her ass.
"Okay okay!" She laughed trying to catch her breath.
"I give in."
The last word barely left her swollen lips
before he claimed them taking her to new heights of pleasure.