Airport 2 – The Shiner
^((Tom – English))
^((Tess – an American abroad))
Tess and I were insane by this time. Constantly pushing each other. Deeper, darker. I think this was the darkest of our idiotic ideas. At times it felt like we were going to hell in a hand cart. Except we’d got carried away and set fire to our own hand cart. Leaving us having to hitchhike from the outskirts of Hades. I was in a Tess induced psychosis and the only thing I wanted or needed was more Tess.
Neither of us ever slept through the night. Waking up at 3am was one of many quirks which made us fit so well.”Psst, you awake?”
“Yes, Tom.” That voice lights me up, every time I hear it. We’d spend the next few minutes talking and ‘not-fucking’.
Not-fucking is by far the most vanilla thing we do, and it’s beautiful. I slide inside her, and we chat. We barely rock and neither of us gets anywhere near an orgasm. It’s just a moment in the night. A closeness. We couple. Gwynneth would be proud. The first time, after a couple of minutes I told Tess she ought to go back to sleep. She laughed and said “I will, Tom. As soon as you’re done not fucking me.”