Horny

"Cats or dogs?" I asked in a desperate plea as we lay next to each other staring at the twinkling stars overhead.
Roman closed his eyes and lost himself to the moment, I couldn't quite allow myself to relax. I kept a close eye on him, always afraid he'd disappear.
He sighed. "Cats." His lips were pressed together into a tight line. "I don't have any pets at the moment, but I'm definitely a 'cats rule dogs drool' kind of person. Dogs are like men — dumber than rocks. I like how a cat requires far more, how you have to work to gain its affection. Like women."
"I happen to love dogs more," I said.
He looked away guiltily, deliberating. "I have a confession."
Uh-oh. I grimaced. What if he told me he didn't feel the same way?
"Anton's house doesn't have cameras."
I frowned in confusion for a second, wondering how that at all mattered and then it occurred to me.
"Then how did you know?" I asked. "... about the pills."
"As an Agent I have to gather my intelligence." He paused in thought. "I have to keep an eye out for anything out of the ordinary." He almost smiled. "Like when you'd given me the glass, it had small white flickers at the edges that shouldn't have been there. I've learned to follow my gut instincts, they are much more reliable than anything else. Plus I can read people well, dealing with criminals, it's important to hone ones intuition. You see, criminals know there are guys like me, so, they don't use the usual dialogue, that's where reading people comes to play."
I looked at Roman with my mouth wide open in surprise. He was good at everything. I sat up, not comfortable with not touching him, I trailed a hand down his bare arm.
He looked up at me in question and I blushed.
"It's... uncomfortable." I hesitated. "Not being able to touch you."
He barely smiled and then closed his eyes again, sighing at my touch.
"And then how did you know I had a wig on, that I wore contacts...?"
He looked at me in disapproval. "It was obvious."
"To you, yes, and why is that? I've managed to fool many men with my disguise but why not you? What was it about my look that was so... fake?" I felt bad, asking him so many questions.
"Is this twenty questions?" He scowled.
I simply smiled at him, waiting.
"It wasn't fake but as a spy I have to be many people, have to go to many places wear all sorts of disguises to blend in, not to stand out from that crowd." he paused thoughtfully. "For example, your head looked slightly bigger, as though there was something underneath" — he frowned as he said the word — "and with my line of work, I'm accustomed to different scents. I know what a new wig smells like.
"It would have been better if yours wasn't brand new, if you'd bathed it in shampoo, dried it and perhaps put some hair lotion on it. And your eyes... you wore brown contacts but your green is very strong and somehow I managed to pick it up at the edges. I could tell. And don't even get me started on the clothes. Normal prostitutes bare skin with pride but you waited until we were alone to take off your clothes and you looked more uncomfortable than ever before. And besides you're much easier for me to 'read'."
"Why do you think I'm easy to read?" I asked curiously.
He sighed and frowned. "Honestly, I have no idea." He sighed again, in frustration this time. "I can only guess now that, perhaps it's because — I know it's going to sound crazy — but maybe it's because you have a little me in you. Like when you're nervous, extremely, you bite your lower lip, when you're curious your eyes cross and almost knot together. Jennifer, always complained about those things when I was little.
He grinned, amusement dancing in his eyes. "And if you didn't have a part of me in you. I think it would be due to the fact that, I study you, I'm curious, I want to know the smallest detail, I always want to know what motivates your thoughts, why you're so different than anyone I've ever met, why...without asking, you make me want to become a better man for you, what is it about you that just invites me in?"
"I'm curious to know too." I frowned. His words bothered me more than anything. What would happen to me when he finally found his answers. What would become of me? A future without him just didn't sit well with me.
"Nuru...?" Roman asked, in a troubled voice. "Are you okay?"
"No," I bellowed. "Roman, Anton said so himself, I'm nothing like Regina, nothing like the women you usually go out with. I'm so ordinary that I probably walk with the word tattooed on my forehead."
"Stop being ridiculous," he laughed. "Clearly you make no use of mirrors, if you did, you'd see what the rest of us see, what I see." His voice darkened. "You're perfect, Nuru."
"Perfect for someone else or for you?" I teased.
"Always for me."
He opened his eyes and I gasped. His pupils were dilated. And I leaned into him, to look at the flash in his eyes, to study the unfamiliar emotions in his eyes that lit my body on fire.
"Holy heavens!" I gasped. "You want me! Now?"
He squeezed his eyes shut. "I can't help myself."
"None of this makes sense."
His skilled hand broke under my tank top and found my nipple. I wasn't wearing a bra. He groaned. And I squeezed my vigina muscles. They were throbbing.
"I've never been with a guy like this before." I was staring at his tortured face. And I ran my trembling fingers along his gorgeous face. "You're perfect, Roman. Why would you settle? For someone like me?"
"Relax, Nuru." His hands pulled my hair out of its ponytail. He was referring to the overboard drum of my heart.
I failed to calm my heart. He was twirling a red strand between his fingers, that familiar frown on his forehead prominent.
"That's impossible with you in my life," I confessed.
"If you aren't careful, you'll soon suffer from heartaches." It almost sounded like a... plea.
I rolled my eyes. "This too is effortless to you."
He graced me with his perfectly straight teeth. "If I was that good, shouldn't I be able to resist you?"
"You don't nearly faint when I'm close to you," I said curtly.
"Yes I don't," he breathed with a tight smile. He took my hand and placed it in his crotch. "Is this any consolation?" He sighed, and my eyes widened as I wished the clothes weren't between us.
His expression shifted swiftly to chagrin. "Is it?"
"Nearly." I sounded like I was derived of oxygen.
"And this..." he took my hand and placed it over his chest. His heart was racing.
"Wow, I do that to you?"
"And now I'm beginning to think you're running away from answering me." he said with disapproval. "Do you have siblings?"
I'd almost forgot he'd asked me that question in the car.
"No," I said quickly but then frowned. My whole life had been a lie. "Or do I?"
"No, none that I know of." His voice was aloof. "Tell me about Sid."
"Who's Sid?"
His eyes were extremely gentle as he looked up at me with a smirk. "I won't laugh... much," he promised with a chuckle.
"I'm not worried about that." I sighed. "I just know you'll be angry."
"Try me?"
I nodded glumly. "I'm afraid."