Note
from Velma: I know there is a little
population of people out there that would
like to read Apolo stories without someone
else’s name being the lead, like making it
all vague. Well, that is really hard to do.
There are artists at work here! And even
if I just changed the names around so I
wasn’t always writing myself into my own
stories, like having a lead girl named
Daffodil, I don’t think it would change
the fact it is still not your name. Like any
piece of, ehem, literature you will have to
use your imagination and pretend for the
next 10-20 minutes that your name is Velma.
For those of you who like to pretend you are
Apolo, just keep doin’ your thing.
Observing Two Lovers
Without a Plot .
. . Part One
By Velma 1.26.03
Written
all while listening to Flaming Lips’
Yoshimi Battles the Pink Robots and Moby’s
Play on infinite CD repeat
He
drove the car around to the front of the
cabin to let her out at the front door. The
sun was just beginning to fall behind the
treetops.
“I’ll
get the bags in the back,” he said as she
gathered up her backpack and the grocery
sacks on the floorboard.
“Thanks,
sweetie,” she said as she leaned in to
give him a quick kiss before she hopped out
the door.
Bringing
her in for a longer more meaningful show of
affection, his right hand reached up to
shelve her jaw line, fingertips reaching
into her hair, holding her there. Their lips
brushed, nibbled, and then relented to a
voyeur’s delight.
From
the time she ran into his arms at the
baggage claim to the little grocery store in
town where they picked up some last minute
goodies, to the ride up to the their
mountain hideaway, they had been racing
against the clock — racing the nightfall,
racing to the moment when they could finally
relax and be alone.
Pulling
apart she said, “I’m so happy to be
home.”
“Me
too. Now get out of here before the ice
cream melts,” he said laughing.
She
laughed for thinking the same thing as she
shut the car door and pulled out her keys to
open up the front entry.
He
was driving the XLR into
the garage as she dropped her backpack in
the entrance hall, kicked off her shoes,
took off her coat, and quickly walked to the
kitchen with the grocery bags. She hunted
for the ice cream container and hastily
threw it into the freezer.
They
had stopped by Marble Slab before it closed
to get a double pint of Apolo’s favorite
vanilla ice cream — mixed and packed with
fresh strawberries. Even as cold as it was
outside, the temperamental ice cream was
already melting. She ran over to unlock the
garage door. He was just taking off his
shoes after walking up the steps with her
two suitcases as she pulled open the door to
let him in.
“Did
you pack all of Los Angeles in here?” he
joked as he walked passed her with an over
dramatic hunch.
“Tut,
tut, young man. Just place them in the
bedroom on the floor near the door,
please,” she waved her fingers above her
head in a “hoity-toity” fashion.
She
had been in Los Angeles for almost a month
working on a writing project and looping for
a film she worked on over the summer. He had
been training in Colorado prepping for the
next world cup. This was the first break
either had to spend with each other for many
weeks.
She
followed him across the living room with the
orange sunset spilling across the creamy
Berber from the floor-to-ceiling windows
that looked out onto the redwood deck.
“It’s
cold in here,” she said.
“I
know. I was waiting until you got here to
start a fire,” he said as they made their
way down the hallway.
She
was admiring her husband’s shape as he
turned into the bedroom and set her bags
down. He was the lover for which she always
prayed would come into her life, but with
whom she was never certain she would be
blessed. She was extremely appreciative
knowing what they had together was a gift so
few actually receive in this life.
“Thanks,
sweetie,” she said as she slid her arms
around him looking into his eyes.
“I
have missed you,” he said.
“I
missed you,” she said pulling him closer.
Her
hand reached up to his cheek. Their faces
drew close, eyes softly closing as their
lips met. The pressure of his mouth against
hers sent a wave of warmth over her body.
Deep, wet kisses indicative of the loving
bond they shared. Kissing. Kissing.
With
the weeks
of separation over, a passionate frenzy
began as their hands roamed quickly over
each other, circling, trying to touch
everything at once. He kissed down her chin
then to her neck, sucking and teasing. She
scooped her hands under his T-shirt and
sweatshirt, pulling them off and over his
head simultaneously. For a moment she had
him trapped with his arms caught behind his
head in the shirts. They were laughing as
she took quick advantage kissing his lips
then trailing down his neck with her wet
tongue. She lapped and sucked on his
collarbone, then down to his chest. Licking
wet, slurping and massaging with her firm
full lips. Gently she flicked around one
nipple then the other with the soft tip of
her tongue. His head tilted back, chin to
the sky letting out a moan.
She
fell lower, kissing and licking his stomach,
tickling his sides with her tongue. He began
to free himself from the shirts. One arm was
free and he reached down to caress the hair
on the top of her head. He was backed up
against the wall, the T-shirt and sweatshirt
wad still clinging to his other arm. He
looked down on her with ecstasy and
adoration as she started to slip the
sweatpants passed his hips, down to his
knees, exposing an ever-stiffening member.
He
let out another moan as she kissed around
the tender skin just above his cock. She was
on her knees massaging his powerful thighs
with her hands. Her lips moved to the base,
kissing the lower shaft, lapping, wetting
every spot of flesh. Licking. Licking.
Slurp. She made her way down to his head,
swirling around the tip with her tongue.
Taking him into her mouth, lips forming a
seal as she moved slowly up and down the
length of him, going further with each
forward slide.
She
knew the speed, the pressure, and the
texture that made him feel good. Her tongue
continued to swirl around his cock while
inside her hot wet mouth.
“Oh,
Velma. I love you, baby,” he said.
She
smiled inside, undisturbed as she went about
pleasuring her lover.
His
hand now grasping her head more intensely,
she knew he was on a path to climax. She
kept her pace, sucking a little harder, a
little harder.
“Baby.
Baby. God! Shit! Oh God, baby!” he growled
on the edge of his climax.
Her
warm fingers cupped and caressed his balls
while her other hand steadied his cock.
“VELMA!”
He
exploded into her mouth. Crashing, hot.
Dedicated to his pleasure, Velma swallowed
his contribution, and gently cleaned his
exhausted member with her soft lips and
tongue.
He
began to fall to his knees meeting her on
the floor. He laughed with happiness as he
wrapped his arms around her. She cuddled her
naked and vulnerable partner. She kissed at
his neck. He kissed her cheek.
“Thank
you so much, baby,” he murmured in her
ear.
She
held him tighter and was happy in his
pleasure and her own.
“You
never leave my mind, Apolo. When I am away,
all I think about is coming back to you,”
she said running her fingers through his
hair.
He
began to kiss her lips, slowly, softly.
“Hey,”
now holding his face in her hands, she
looked into his eyes with a smile. “I
think I am going to get out of these nasty
airplane clothes and slip into something
‘more comfortable,’” she gestured with
quotation mark fingers.
They
laughed as she stood up and pulled him up
with her. She stepped on the sweatpants
letting him pull his feet out.
“C’mon.
I’ll start up the water,” he said
leading her into the bathroom.
She
took off her clothes as Apolo got the water temperature
just right.
“You
want your shower cap?” he asked as he was
hopping around pulling off his socks.
“No.
I’d like to wash out the airplane hair,
too,” she said giggling at his antics.
The
walk-in shower was designed without a door,
just a tiled corridor to keep the water from
spilling into the rest of the room. She
walked in feeling the soft water hit her
skin, the smell of familiar soaps. Apolo
came up behind, wrapping himself around her.
She reached up to hold his embracing arms.
“How
long do we have?” he asked.
“A
week.”
“That’s
it?”
“I
know. But, I don’t have anything keeping
me in L.A. after the 29th. I am
coming back here to work on the book,” she
said.
“I
think I can give myself a break after worlds
in February.”
“Scheduling.
Scheduling,” she mused as she turned
around to face him.
They
both looked at each other with a touch of
melancholy and pulled each other close as
the water showered down on their shoulders.
He started to softly sing as they swayed
together. If I could put time in a
bottle, the first thing that I would do is
to spend every moment with you.
As
she was rinsing out her hair, he dried off
and put on some sweatpants and
this white v-neck T-shirt she always
liked seeing him in.
“I’m
gonna go get the fire started,” he
hollered.
“Great,
babe!”
Clouds
were starting to roll over the night sky,
obscuring the stars. He ran out on the deck
to pick up some logs. He was shivering as he
came back inside.
“Damn!”
he yelled in reaction to the chill outside.
She finished drying her hair and could smell the
burning pine he used to kindle the fire. She
started to unpack, looking for her
sweatpants and yellow sweatshirt. At this
point she was starving and knew he had to be
as well. So, she stopped the process of
unpacking and headed toward the kitchen.
Apolo was way ahead of her. He already had
started brewing up some tea and toasting the
wheat bread for the chicken salad they
bought. 
“You
are so good,” she said.
“I
know,” he smiled.
“Want
some of that smoked cheese?”
“Yeah!”
She
opened up the refrigerator looking for the
cheese and saw the Perrier Jouet.
“Oh
sweetie! You got the Jouet! You said you
wanted the Cristal.”
“I
know, but
. . . you like the pretty flowers.”
“Thanks,
baby,” she said kissing him on the cheek
as he passed heading back to the living room
to check on the fire.
He
checked the fire and turned on the
television.
“When
is the Rockin’ Eve thing supposed to come
on?” he yelled.
“I think later like 10, maybe 11. It’s on ABC,” she yelled back as she was pouring up the tea in glasses.
“Woohoo!”
Apolo cheered from the living room.
“What is it?!” an alarmed Velma inquired.
“What’s what?”
“What were you ‘woohooing’?”
“I was just happy. It’s New Year’s, you’re here with me. So, I felt like ‘woohooing.’”
“You
goof-nut!” she giggled.
She
was
washing off some red globe
grapes to eat with their dinner.
“Vel.
Vels. Voluptuous vixen,” he said stalking
up behind her grabbing her around the waist.
She
laughed looking over her shoulder at him.
She teased him with a grape. He snatched at
it enveloping her fingers, his lips sucking
on them as they pulled out of his mouth.
“Ap.
Appy. Ample admiral,” she teased.
“Admiral?!”
They
laughed.
“I’ll
go warm a spot on the couch for ya’,” he
said grabbing the two glasses of mint-iced
tea on the counter as he walked away.
“Woohoo!”
“Still happy, sweetness?” Velma asked.
“Our couch is just so darn comfy!”
The
wind was starting to pick up outside,
starting to howl and whistle against the
wall of windows from the living room to the
dining room.
“I
hope the windows don’t break in,” she
said. “What is the forecast?”
“The
weather guy is coming on right now.”
She
walked into the living room placing the tray
of cheese, grapes, and sandwiches on the
coffee table in front of Apolo on the couch.
“The
winds are picking up from the West, bringing
with them precipitous clouds. Looks like we
are going to have a white New Year,
folks,” the weatherman said.
“Oh
God, Apolo! Are we going to get snowed
in?”
He
pulled her down onto him on the couch.
“I
hope so,” he said.
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