just fixes his gaze on me, never flinching or looking away. "And, did you find it, I hear it's in an odd place?” He asks slowly and carefully, clearly amused and pleased with himself, the corners of his lips curling. Not stopping or slowing his wicked little fingers. I hate him for this, but not really.
"What?" Is he talking to me, where am I?
"Evisu," he flicks his fingers faster and moves his hand up to the waistband of my jeans and pops open the metal tack. An almost unbearable feeling of arousal falls over me and I’m numb to everything else around us. I drop my piece of crust into my soup bowl, suddenly I can't take another mouthful. I've lost my appetite, and that's not like me at all. I vaguely recall someone asking a question, was it directed at me? "oh, y…yes, it was in a residential part of the city quite odd, but that’s Tokyo,” it's an odd place.
C track to the left.
“A square cobbled narrow walkway, leading through a little garden along a path...” He's driving me insane his hand moving slowly and deliberately, I really don't know what I’m saying. Do they ride dressage in Japan I wonder? Bloody hell.
“And?” He asks clearly amused, his fingers work slower, to great effect.
“And in through the back door, like a little kitchen,” this is driving me mad, his fingers reach into the top of my jeans and pull down the fly zip... “It was like entering someone’s kitchen…, Daniel….”he enters my kitchen...did I say that already?
H turn left. Nope, not working.
'That is the land of lost content,
I see it shining plain,
The happy highways where I went,
And cannot come again'. Housman, that's better.
“Daniel...” and I make his name linger on my tongue like a useless warning, staring him straight in the eye. I can’t think, or breathe properly.
"And...?" he says, I can’t believe he wants me to finish the story my insides are churning with my desire for this man, and he knows it too. My pupils must be so dilated they're almost black. Our eyes don't leave each other’s, gooseberry green linked to blackened stormy grey.
I shake my head frustratingly "luckily I had a map, drawn for me by an old friend..." oh my god his fingers are inside my jeans. He grabs my jeans by the waistband and pulls me forward in my seat I shuffle to get positioned for his access, I want this too, badly. Inside the front of my underwear, the McCartney ones with Tuesday on them, I suddenly hope it is Tuesday! Then I remember with relief I have my new lace set on from Pete, I have absolutely never had to think so much about undies in my whole life as I am now. What is happening to me? Why did this become so important?
And what's wrong with Spiderman pants anyway?
“Yes, I’ve been there too, but there's a place I’d like to go that I’ve never been before.” He looks at me intensely as his fingers move down further. Then the waitress comes over, he snatches his hand away leaving my yearning and in sweet agony, such a tease he enjoys watching me squirm at his touch.
Daniel smiles sweetly at the lady in the lace edged apron, hands over ￡75 in cash, roughly grabs my hand and practically drags me out trying to fasten my jeans back up under the cover of my top. I put my parka on quickly, he has my hand in his, he doesn’t look at me, we march down the street, He doesn’t notice all the women staring at him. I’m half running to keep up, my boots have a high cone shaped heel and the suede fringing is flapping about as I am pulled through the street.
My phone vibrates in my pocket, I ignore it this time.
Hope there's a kettle where we're going. I could use a cuppa right now.
A bit later in chapter six, Tuesday:22ndoctober2013, after lunch
We come to a stop to what I am about to discover is a concealed back door, to what I’m guessing is our building, it's anonymous and grey, that’s about right. It's how I feel about myself, except with him.
Daniel gets his swipe card out and holds it to a wall light set at elbows height in the wall. Strange height for a light, I allow my mind to wander this time. I hear a rumble noise and the sound of an underground motor start up. Daniel lowers