Passionate Night

An hour after Lavelle finished eating the ramen, Theophile didn’t immediately explain what had happened between them but instead she continued to fiddle with the pills in his hand as if his was counting how many white and orange pills there were.

Until finally Lavelle cleared her throat to ask Theophile, even Lavelle raised her feet above Theophile’s bare feet, Theophile looked at her with a hungry look that was not easy to define, occasionally Theophile licked his lower lip while looking at Lavelle.

“Theo… don’t scare me,” Lavelle complained about to avert her eyes.

“Um ... I really like my body, your scent is getting more and more tempting day by day like a rose in a barren desert,” said Theophile.

“What are you talking about, you’re making my mind even more unclear.” Lavelle grumbled and was about to go to the restroom to just pee.

However, Theophile immediately took Lavelle’s hand, pulled the girl into his arms, sucked her lips brutally as if he was really hungry for heaven on earth, his hands could not help but to rub some parts of Lavelle’s body which was supple and smooth like silk.

“Theo….” Lavelle broke their kiss when she noticed Theophile’s fingers were almost touching her feminine area.

“What made you turn me down?” asked Theophile with a slight sigh that made Lavelle even more mad.

“Don’t act crazy, stop that,” Lavelle protested.

“Don’t drive me crazy,” Lavelle grumbled later.

However, Theophile paid no heed to Lavelle’s words as he quickly licked Lavelle’s mouth for the second time then inserted one of his fingers inside Lavelle’s body. The girl squirmed, squirming when she felt something almost burst out of her body.

“I’m not driving you crazy, my dear. You’re the one driving me so crazy.” Theophile sighed as he noticed something leaking out of Lavelle’s body.

He didn’t know whether to be happy or very sad when he realized that Lavelle was holding back her tears that slowly let out tears. Lavelle gripped the sheets on the bed as the thick white liquid leaked out more and more, her breathing was rushed even as if someone was short of breath.

“Argh!”

“Please hold on a little bit, I’ll try to put that in.” Theophile sighed, then immediately lifted Lavelle’s body slightly higher up.

“I don’t want it!” Lavelle screamed as she tried to push Theophile’s body away.

However, once again Theophile grabbed Lavelle’s hand and locked it, he didn’t want to hurt her because he knew that her wrist had not healed completely. He just locked it perfunctory while continuing to try to insert his object that was getting harder and harder.

Lavelle shrieked, clutching tightly onto the sheets that covered the bed. Theophile kept trying to push the object in with a bit of force, until it finally made it through, causing Lavelle to gasp at the pain.

Theophile covered her body very gently, for some reason Lavelle just remained silent with her eyes closed even though it was very painful down there.

***

“How did you sleep last night? Is it very restful?” said Daniela when she saw Lavelle still dreaming at the dining table in front of a peach pie that had cooled and a glass of warm milk mixed with cocoa powder.

Daniela was behind a minimalist kitchen set, making a cup of fresh coffee mixed with a very fragrant and crunchy creamer. Lavelle occasionally sounded still feeling a little pain that was so hard to explain.

“Is there something strange? Are you two fighting again?” Daniela asked then when she realized Lavelle was still silent without touching her breakfast.

“I don’t think we should have attended that college,” Lavelle mumbled later.

“Why? Isn’t that actually very good for your healing process?” asked Daniela a little surprised by Lavelle’s decision. “Did Theophile reject it?”

“I don’t know what to answer because I don’t really know how to answer it myself,” Lavelle muttered for the second time.

“Gosh… answer honestly, why did you change your mind so quickly?” Daniela was still forcing Lavelle to answer her question.

“I’m already attached to Theophile, after all, how could I easily get away from him?” asked Lavelle in a tone that was difficult to define.

“Right, I've said it from the start. But shouldn’t Theophile allow you to see your mother every now and then,” Daniela said.

Lavelle chuckled then raised her knife and fork which looked very clean, she cut the pie and immediately ate it without hesitation. In her mind still raging a thousand and one images about last night’s events, she did not understand anymore how she could be addicted to that taste, with sighs that instantly made the hairs on her neck stand on end.

“What are you thinking about?” asked Daniela again.

“Nothing,” Lavelle argued.

“You’ve been looking so strange since earlier, what’s the matter? Is the baby in your tummy kicking? Or do you feel some contractions?” Daniela was getting more and more aggressive in making a question for Lavelle who was still silent.

“Um… it’s not like that, I’m fine. You don’t have to worry about me,” Lavelle said quickly.

“Your mother said she’d be here after spring break, I’ve also told Theophile this to send some people to pick her up,” said Daniela.

Lavelle choked on the pie, and coughed several times until finally Daniela handed Lavelle a glass of mineral water, who was still coughing.

“Eat calmly and don’t be in a hurry. I won’t ask for that pie,” Daniela grumbled and quickly took a sip of her coffee.

Lavelle coughed once more then answered, “Sorry, the peach flavor in this pie is so strong.”

“Oh my… you have so many excuses, so are you going to tell the news of your pregnancy in person?” asked Daniel.

Lavelle sighed but didn’t answer because Theophile suddenly came to the kitchen to get some equipment that would be needed for the barbecue party. Yeah, tonight they’re having a baberque and a little camping night, Theophile looked at Lavelle with a look that was hard to define however, Theophile’s eyes couldn’t lie if they still wanted Lavelle.