Behind The Scenes

91. Jo

The plane wheels have touched the runway and we have just entered taxiing.
Hero wakes up suddenly. "Have we landed?" he asks all confused.
I laugh. "Look out the window."
He realizes that we have finally arrived in New York and smiles enthusiastically.
I look at Anna and she looks at me with a sympathetic and friendly look. She always knows exactly what is in my head. How the heck does she do?
The landing strip is very large and long, in fact only after a long time do we begin to get up and take our luggage and bags.
"Goodbye," the steward says politely.
We cross a kind of slightly uphill tube that connects the plane to the building.
"Ugh, my legs hurt..." Hero complains once at the airport and massages his thighs.
"What will it ever be?" Anna rolls her eyes.
We don't have large suitcases, so we don't have to waste any more time. I want to get out of here and breathe the New York air.
We're out and it's freezing. I have the impression that it will even start to rain, but it is useless to take the heavy jacket, since we are getting into the car and then we will go to the hotel.
Before getting into the car, I close my eyes and take a deep breath.
Hero looks at me perplexed from the inside, slumped on the seat. "What are you doing?"
I remain silent for a few seconds, enjoying the fresh oxygen of the evening. "I breathe some New York air," I reply, exhaling slowly.
He shakes his head and giggles. "You know that New York air is one of the most polluted in the world, right?"
"I know." I get into the car and sit next to him. "But let me dream, thank you," and I give him a sarcastic smile.
"Alright..." he raises his arms in surrender and I jokingly push him.
Anna looks at us, she examines our behaviors and our body language, I know. She likes to examine this kind of thing, especially if the result of the analysis could be the continuation of a love story left in abeyance.
We are on our way to the hotel.
"What are we gonna do tonight?" Hero asks suddenly.
Anna turns to him. "Excuse me, do you have the strength to ask "what are we going to do tonight"?"
He looks confused. "Yes, why, what's the problem?" he smiles embarrassed and rubs the back of his neck.
"I am dead tired! You, Jo?"
I snort. "Yes me too. I wouldn't have the strength to go out tonight, sorry Hero." I take his hand.
"Oh, fuck you," he snaps and pulls his hand away.
I chuckle. "Aww, the little one wanted to go to the carnival, didn't he?" I touch his cheeks and squeeze them.
He rolls his eyes.
"Or maybe he wanted to go to McDonald's? Honey—"
He gives me a very quick kiss on the lips and you can hear a kind of smack!
"Shut up now? Thank you very much," he gives me a fake smile.
I burst out laughing. He has gone mad. "Do you really think this can shut me up? Poor drea—"
I am interrupted by another kiss. This time it's different. His tongue is in my mouth, I couldn't resist. He is tasting every millimeter, just like I started to do now. I craved for this night and day, every time I saw and thought of his lips. I feel relieved. Our lips are like two pieces of a puzzle, they fit together perfectly. His mouth and his taste smell of home, of memories and sensations. He takes my lower lip gently between his teeth and pulls it, then he ends the kiss and goes away from my face. And suddenly I feel like I've lost something.
"Do you think this can make you shut up once and for all?" he says defiantly, licking his fleshy pink lips.
I want them all over my body. I want them to trace a path over me, to the gates of pleasure.
"Mhm, it worked, I see," he says satisfied and looks forward again.
I'm still in a trance. I don't know where to look, except on him.
Anna leans a little and she looks at me, amazed. "It was crazy," she mimics with her lips.
She brings me back to reality and I try to hold back a smile.
It's like an addiction: if you stop and do that thing again after a long time, you just can't stop.
I hate the effect he has on me and the control he has over me, it really bothers me. It's not right.
I will give him one crumb at a time, so that he will beg me for the whole loaf, and afterwards he will never be able to get enough of me.