by Tiana Laveen
“Oh, my goodness, is she OK?” Arashi nodded.
“Yes, but she will need to stay here overnight.” Arashi explained to them what happened.
“Oh, Arashi, that’s horrible. I’m glad she’s doing so well under the circumstances,” Wendy said.
“Thanks for coming out guys,” Arashi said. “I really do appreciate the support. I’m going to stay the night here in the waiting room and take Angel home tomorrow. I called a repairman to take care of her window. I was going to leave so that I could meet him over there, but would you do it, Morris?”
“Sure, man! Just stay here with your woman.” Arashi handed Morris a pre-written check.
“Give this to him when he’s done. Her address is right here.
Thanks.”
“No problem,” Morris said, giving him a quick hug.
“Arashi, call us if anything changes, OK?” Julia asked as she put her coat back on.
“I will.” Arashi waved. After they left, Arashi wrapped his coat around himself and propped his feet on a coffee table. He looked towards the waiting room television and slowly drifted off to sleep.
* * *
“You have everything, Baby? Are you comfortable?” Arashi asked as he helped Angel into his bed.
“Yes, I’m fine. You’re going overboard with worry.” Angel smirked as she picked up the remote control. She had on a long, white, spaghetti strap nightgown, and her hair hung loosely in appealing spirals. Arashi brought her to his house where he could better take care of her. He had a maid service go into her home and clean up the evidence of what had transpired. He even contacted the store from which she purchased her large, kitchen vase and had it replaced with a more expensive one that was virtually impossible to lift by oneself.
“OK. I’ll be right back.” Arashi left his bedroom and went to the kitchen to fix Angel a bowl of soup. When he returned Angel was channel surfing. He placed the tray over her lap.
“How does your head feel?” he asked as he stood over her.
“Much better. I have a knot, but it feels like it’s getting better.” Angel frowned as she caressed the knobby bump. “My back hurts. After she knocked me out, she dragged me across the floor looking for my bathroom.” Arashi removed the tray of food from Angel’s lap and set it on the nightstand.
“Let me give you a massage,” he said. Angel turned over on her stomach. Arashi undressed down to his boxers, then he started to remove Angel’s nightgown. “Do you mind?” he asked softly.
She shook her head ‘no.’ Arashi gingerly removed her nightgown, starting at the shoulders and rolling it down past her feet. He looked at her beautiful, supple thighs; her rounded calves; and dainty ankles. He could see slight bruising on her back. He grimaced. He moved her hair out of the way and sat beside her on the bed. Arashi began to rub her shoulder blades with light pressure. She moaned as he worked her muscles with his tender hands. He pressed his thumbs into her lower back, releasing the pressure and giving her much needed relief. He peeked at her breasts that were secure underneath her. He realized she was asleep as he concluded the massage. Arashi stood up slowly from the bed and turned the light out.
Angel slept all day. Arashi worked at his desk, looking over his shoulder every now and again to check on her. The sun started to set. He went into the bathroom and performed his meticulous shaving routine. He hadn’t shaved in days. It felt good to restore his baby-smooth skin. He patted his jaw and walked back into the bedroom, climbing into bed with Angel, pulling the sheets over her and himself. Leaning back on the headboard, he propped his arms behind his head and watched the six o’clock news. Angel awoke soon after and looked around.
She saw Arashi’s bare chest and licked her lips.
“How long have I been asleep?” she asked wearily.
“About seven hours,” Arashi answered softly, without looking directly at her. Angel leisurely rose from the bed and walked to the bathroom. Arashi looked at her breasts, her arms, her back, and her buttocks. “She’s so beautiful,” he thought to himself. He looked back at the television and zoned out. Angel returned to bed. She slowly slid her body under the crisp, white sheets.
“Thank you for the toothbrush,” she remarked as she took a sip of her water from the nightstand.
“My pleasure,” Arashi responded in a low voice. Angel looked over at him. She took note of the straight, jet-black hair under his arms. She noticed the soft, wavy black locks on his chest and his tiny chestnut brown nipples. Arashi looked at her.
“What are you staring at?” he asked with a smile. Angel grinned.
“You.”
“You’re not feeling well. I’d hate to have to advantage,” he said while scooting closer to her.
Angel smiled.
“I doubt you’d have any regrets.” He kissed her, holding her close in his arms. His tongue moved with hers, like twin ocean waves gliding past each other with precision. Arashi reached down and cupped one of her breasts in his palm. He slowly circled her nipple with his thumb, gently plucking it. He continued to kiss her passionately. He moved his hand down the side of her stomach and held her hip. Their breathing intensified.
Minutes of forceful caressing and kissing passed, causing more sexual build-up and tension.
“You want to – you know?” Arashi asked breathlessly, waiting in anticipation for her response.
“Yeah,” Angel answered, her eyes still closed. Arashi leaned back on his pillow, pushed himself up, and removed his boxer shorts. He threw them to the ground and gently rolled on top of Angel, ushering her to the center of the bed before shoving his arms under hers and moving her legs open with his. He intertwined their fingers over her head as he kissed her face, neck, and shoulders tenderly. He moved down lower to her breasts, taking them carefully into his mouth. He worked his hot tongue over each one slowly, making them taut and erect. He leisurely kissed her stomach, stopping at the soft thatch of triangular, dark brown hair. Angel sighed as she felt him open her up and start his tongue waltz. Angel moved her hips in short thrusting motions to Arashi’s rhythm. He continued on, seemingly never getting tired.
“Oh, that feels so good,” Angel moaned as her head pressed deep into her pillow. Arashi’s cell phone rang. He quickly reached over to his nightstand, turned it off, and went back to where he had left off. He lifted Angel’s legs and circled her inner thighs with his tongue. He then poked his tongue in and out of her, watching her facial expressions. He ran his fingers over her mound then gently rubbed her clitoris. Angel softly moaned. Her feminine noises titillated Arashi’s senses. He gradually lowered her buttocks back down to the bed. Arashi climbed back up to her face, kissing her neck and shoulders sweetly as he positioned his muscular hips between her thighs.
“Mmm!” Angel moaned vociferously as Arashi slid inside her. He gently rocked, sighing and moaning her name. Angel hugged Arashi around the neck and lifted her legs to embrace his back. He thrust in and out of her with gentleness.
“Does that feel good, Honey?” he asked, enjoying each wave of pleasure.
“Uh huh,” Angel smiled.
“I love you,” Arashi whispered. He watched her facial expressions, her sighs, her moans and groans. He listened to her breathing and took delight in her hip movements. He continued to make love to her until neither of them could hold back much longer. Arashi pumped inside, still gentle, but determined.
Angel could see on his face he was about to cum, but was holding back out of consideration. She took his hand and placed it on her clitoris. He took her cue and fingered her while he continued to rock back and forth inside of her essence. She grinded back.
He pushed upward then downward in long swinging motions, ensuring his pelvis would touch her clitoris as he made love to her. It worked like a charm, sending Angel into a tailspin orgasm. She sighed loudly, holding on to him and screaming his name. She dug her nails into his back.
“Mmm,” Arashi moaned deeply, ejaculating inside her, bucking between her legs. He fell on Angel’s chest, brea
thing irregularly. His mouth was partially open, and he lie speechless.
Sweat covered their beautifully intertwined bodies.
“Arashi?" Angel said tenderly.
“Yes, Baby,” Arashi responded, still face down on her breasts.
“That felt great,” Angel laughed. Arashi laughed back.
“Thank you. I’m glad you liked it.” He slowly rose up, took a deep breath, and climbed out of bed. Angel sat up.
“You want something else to drink?” he asked as he slid his boxer shorts back on.
“I still have my water. Thank you, Honey,” she winked.
Arashi walked down to the first floor. He petted King and let him outside. Opening the refrigerator, he saw he had a can of Brisk Iced Tea left. He popped the tab and sat at the table.
“Thank God we’re back together,” he thought to himself. He could still smell her perfume.
It aroused him. He finished his drink, let King inside, and returned upstairs. He heard music.
Angel had turned on the radio. He walked in and saw the back of her. She was swaying slowly to the beat. Her sore body was twisting and waving seductively. He stood in the doorway watching her. She made even the simplest of movements look sexy.
“Are you dancing for me?” he finally asked.
“Just for you,” she responded, still facing away from him. He walked up behind her and held her by the waist.
“I’m not a good dancer, but I’ll try to keep up,” he smiled. He swayed with her. She felt his nature rising in his shorts as she pushed her buttocks into his groin. She turned towards him and pressed her breasts into his chest. He held her tighter around the waist and kissed her lips –
once, twice, three times. She stopped dancing and pulled Arashi’s boxers down so that they fell around his ankles. She unhurriedly got on her knees and rubbed his penis delicately.
She liked how Arashi felt in her hands. He was substantial. She lightly licked the tip, then slid the head into her mouth. Arashi moaned. She rocked back and forth on her knees, sucking on his member with diligent love and affection. Arashi looked down.
He moved her hair out of her face.
“Baby – wow,” he uttered. “Don’t stop,” he begged. She continued on and on, gradually increasing her pace until he abruptly pulled out of her mouth, bent at his knees, and came on her breasts. He shook, groaning as the last few drops came out.
“Thank you. Wait, that didn’t sound right,” he laughed.
“You’re welcome, silly,” she laughed back. Arashi helped her back up, took a towel and gently cleaned her before they both climbed back into bed.
“Arashi?” Angel said as she pulled the covers over her body.
“Yes, Baby,” he responded, while holding her in his arms.
“I love you very much.”
“I love you too. Let’s not let anything or anyone come between us. I couldn’t stand to be away from you like that again,”
Arashi pleaded.
“I won’t,” Angel yawned. They drifted off to sleep, basking in their sexual afterglow.
* * *
Second week in January the following year…
“I knew it! So, when’s he doing it?” Julia questioned.
“Tonight. I helped him pick out the ring,” Morris said sheepishly. “Don’t act like you know anything, though. OK?”
“I wouldn’t spoil it!” Julia barked. Morris rolled his eyes and grabbed one of the DJs from his radio station, giving him instructions on where to set up his speakers in the theater. A special performance was scheduled for this evening. Angel’s mother, brother, and best friend from the Bronx were coming to town to watch. The dance troop was getting major publicity and was selling out every single evening. Arashi walked in, wearing a black turtleneck and black slacks. His Kenneth Cole shoes added the right touch.
“Wow, you look sharp!” Julia said as she winked.
“Thank you, Julia! Hey, where’s Morris?” Arashi asked.
“He’s over there.” She pointed to a far corner. “I’m really excited about what you’re doing.
I can’t wait to see her reaction.”
“If she says no, I’ll be devastated, Julia.” Arashi wrung his hands together nervously.
“Arashi! You can’t think like that. Angel’s crazy about you.
You nursed her back to health, and she came right back to dance.
What happened made you two stronger and magnified your love.” Arashi smiled apprehensively and walked over to Morris.
Julia suddenly snapped her fingers.
“Arashi! She’s on her way. You better get out of here, or she may get suspicious.” Arashi shook his head, said a few things to Morris, then left through a side exit.
* * *
The theater was packed. Arashi sat in the front row, nervously crossing and uncrossing his legs. “I can’t believe how jumpy I am,” he thought to himself. The lights dimmed. Two dancers came out in festive colors, dancing to Samba music. A third one joined. The audience clapped and whistled as they performed their shimmering solos. Arashi barely got through the second dance without sweating like a wax candle.
“Why did I wear this damn turtleneck!” he thought to himself as he tugged on it vigorously.
The lights changed to a purple mist, cascading onto the empty stage. Arashi swallowed hard.
He knew this was the solo she had been practicing for weeks.
The music cued:
Your body whispering from under the sheets.
I hear it moaning, begging loud and clearly.
I’m rather fluent in the language it speaks.
But it’s your mouth I want to tell it to me.
Girl, why don’t you – tell – me – what – you – want – me to do to you.
Say it – Say it – Say it…
Neyo droned.
Angel stood in the middle of the stage. She swayed with the music then looked up and turned, twisting her body once again in extraordinary, yet beautiful ways. She lifted her left leg up, touched her knee to her forehead, and ran to the other side of the stage, dancing backwards, moonwalking in slow motion. Angel sped up and twirled on her tippy toes, faster and faster and faster, doing quick spins that made her look like a rapidly spinning top.
The audience applauded. She tumbled across the floor like a ball, her entire body in a perfect ‘O’shape as she clasped both ends of herself together. Her head touched the tip of her toes. A few people stood up in the audience and whistled. Many others gazed in disbelief.
The song changed to Ciara’s “Promise.”
You can be my teacher.
I’ll do homework.
You can give me extra credit, Baby.
I’ll do more work.
What you wanna do – do – do?
Angel contorted her body in slow motion. She performed the Limbo while a breeze blew across the stage, making her hair expand and blow like ebony tree branches on a windy evening.
Arashi sat up in his seat while others stood and clapped. His thoughts drifted. “She’s incredible. I can’t believe I get to sleep with that every night,” he smiled naughtily. Angel finished up by doing a marching band move, as if she was a toy soldier. She then stopped abruptly and somersaulted. She received a standing ovation. As she was getting ready to leave the stage, another song cued. Angel’s director took her arm and whispered to her,
“Stay on the stage for a minute.” She was confused, but went back to the center of the stage.
Suddenly, thick, satin, yellow and purple ribbons cascaded from the ceiling. Angel looked around in confusion. Stevie Wonder’s “Ribbon in the Sky” began to play. A chair was placed in the middle of the stage, and she was asked to sit in it.
Arashi stood up, his legs slightly wobbly. He walked onto the stage. Angel felt herself become flush. He slowly walked towards her. Each step seemed to take an eternity. His steps could be heard like thunder. He was smiling at her while his heart jumped and flipped inside. She felt her chest heaving.
Her eyes fixated on him.
“Oh, my God. What’s he doing?” she thought to herself. Two dancers came out, one female, one male, and began to dance romantically on the stage behind Angel. She looked behind her then back at Arashi. He got down on one knee. Before he could say anything, everyone started cheering.
“Oh, my God!” Angel thought to herself. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a Tiffany jewelry box. Angel looked at him, her chest still heaving. She saw his hand shaking and smiled. He opened the box and exposed a 3-carat, princess-cut diamond with small, surrounding, amethyst diamonds. The music was quieted, and the dancers slowly stopped.
Morris had pinned a microphone on Arashi’s sweater.
“Angel,” he began, “I’ve known you for only five months.
However, I’m old enough to know when I’ve found a good thing.
I’ve loved you a thousand lifetimes over. I want you to know that I’ll take care of you. I’ll be by your side through thick and thin. I’ll continue to be your best friend and confidant. The time with you has been indescribable. I can’t live my life without you.
You’re truly everything I want and more.” Arashi began to tear up.
“You dance on stage and entertain everyone. You hurt all over afterwards. You smile through the pain, loving it. Your feet, your back, your legs beg for a massage each and every night, but you wouldn’t trade it for the world. You love what you do, and I admire you for that. You danced into my heart the first time I saw you. You made me divorce my first love, my career, and realize that there was more to life than drowning in work – there was living art in the flesh. You’re a modern day Mona Lisa. You opened my eyes and made me feel things I never thought existed.
I love you with all of my heart and want to know if you’d do me the pleasure of becoming my wife. Will you marry me?”
