The sound of waves crashing against the cliffs echoed along the road as they drove from the theater. Ira pulled off the scarf and pins from her hair, letting the long curls flow free against the crisp sea air as she drove along the coastline. Tristan removed his suit jacket, resting it on his lap. He looked over to Ira with a little smirk, recalling how attentive his companion was during the show, "...You were awake through some of it, right?"
Ira tensed her shoulders, "Yes, I was..."
"Really? What were your favorite parts?"
Ira glowered as she gripped the gear shift, looking straight on the road, "...I liked all the clothes."
Tristan leaned his head against his palm, resting his elbow on the door of the Ferrari before he lifted an eyebrow in judgment, "The clothes, huh? That's cool...what about any songs?"
"..." Ira bit her lip, her eyes glancing to the side as she thought about the songs she desperately tried to remember before she perked up, "One song! I liked that song by the lead, that song...you know...hmmm..."
Tristan leaned over towards his flustered girlfriend, his eyebrows raised, "The 'hmmm' song was very entertaining, love."
"Shut up! You know...uhmm..." She took a deep breath, struggling to remember the melody, "A...A kiss on the hand may be quite c-continental, but diamonds are a girls' best friend..."
He blinked, his smirk leaving his face as he took in low alto and rich vibrato from her lips, his eyes sparkling with surprise.
"A kiss would be grand, but it won't pay the rental on your humble flat or h-help you on the automat."
"No, shit..." He covered his mouth, taken in by her voice, and letting it fight and win the war with the currents of the sea.
"Men grow cold as girls grow old, and we all lose our charms in the end, but square-cut or pear-shaped, these rocks don't lose their shape! Diamonds are a girls' best friend!"
He finally released his laugh, his eyes sparkling in the moonlight as he leaned his head back and sang in tenor, "Diamonds are girls' best-"
Her voice continued in a higher octave, reaching soprano heights, "Diamonds are a girls' best-"
Their voices came together in harmony, "Diamonds are a girls' best friend!"
Her voice carried out the last word longer than he could, a sound that won out over the roar of her car. He kissed her cheek, nuzzling his forehead against it, "My fiery queen sings!"
Her face turned a bright hot red as she silenced herself, "... Don't tell anyone."
His eyes softened, his smile gentle, "You have a beautiful voice."
"Shut up." She bit her lip, her eyes away from his, "I don't often sing or for anyone really. I just wanted to prove to you that I was awake."
His long lashes fluttered, his hand back to his favorite spot on her thigh, "I'd like to hear you sing for me..." His voice grew low and husky, "And me alone, Ira."
She chuckled, her embarrassment replaced with a growing lust, "Oh, my angel is getting possessive. You'll have to do your best to make me sing again, sweetie."
"I'm certainly willing to try."
She cooed softly, his bold fingers moving under the slit of the skirt as she felt his breath against her neck, "I'm going to crash. We are going to die if you keep that up."
He softly pressed his lips against her neck, leaving a teasing kiss, "I'll behave."
She bit down on her bottom lip, shivering with the breeze and the need he was igniting, "Well, you won't have to behave for much longer. I'm going to take you to my place, and I'm not sure when I'll let you go."
"I need all the time in the world to make you sing a high note for me." He sat up, his hand gently stroking the back of her hand on the gear. He shifted against in his suit, readjusting to get comfortable before he lifted a hand to scratch his cheek as he sighed.
"Don't do that. It's a bad habit."
He stopped, releasing a stuttered chuckle, "I'm not comfortable in this getup. I-I hate to ask you this, but could we..." He pressed his lips together, his brow furrowing in thought, "Could we stop by my place first? Just for a change of clothes."
She nodded, "Sure, we can make a quick stop. I'm sure I'll be making a mess of your suit."
He choked a groan, recovering with a grin, "I've been looking forward to this for a long time."
"Pervert."
He laughed lightly, looking down towards his hands before his laugh faded, and his brow furrowed. After all the dates, the dinners, the ridiculously fancy car, and penthouse, he felt his confidence lowering and shame bubbling up as they drove back to the city. He reluctantly directed her towards the part of town where the street lights began to dim and flickered. Groups of men scattered upon their arrival and scantily-clad women peered with lustful greed towards LaFerrari Aperta as they drove past.
He looked down an apology on his lips. When he looked over to Ira, his glamorous, impractically wealthy Ira, he noticed that her expression didn't change. She still had a smirk on her face, her posture confident, in control. Nothing about this area seemed to scare or surprise her.
She had made a joke about waste management.
He studied her a bit longer.
Was that a joke? Or maybe there was a hell much darker than this that she had survived.
Comments (14)
See all