03-25-2015, 01:19 PM
With a small smile Diego stood and walked around the wall to what she assumed was the kitchen and came back out with a large picnic basket and a metal bucket beaded with condensation, the tops of 3 bottles sticking out the top.
Aurora smiled, he intended there to be lots of drinking, reminded her of her brother in so many ways. Though he rarely actually drank as much as he pretended to. She knew his secret, and it made her laugh, because he always acted so tipsy even though he wasn't. Aurora pushed her brother from her thoughts and wrapped an arm around Diego and they walked out to the boat.
It was a pretty thing. She hadn't really liked boats, but she'd go anywhere with Diego. Diego went first and he set the basket and bucket down before he offered her a hand to help her on board. Aurora took it greatfully and got her foot hung up on the rigging and fell against him. She had to fight back any sounds that might escape her mouth unwillingly, but she enjoyed feeling her body against the length of him.
He laughed. "Careful. You want to be sure-footed on a boat."
He looked out on the lake and the water looked calm. "Don't let the placid nature of the water fool you. She is a playful mistress."
She smiled up at him and straighten herself, "I'll be careful."
Though she was already missing his extra warmth now that they were close to the water again.
Aurora watched as Diego started the motor, the strong glugh sounds in the water indicating its great power. The boat seemed to stand up, puffing out its chest as it made its way across the water. The motion over the waves was only slightly disconcerting and then left the dock quickly in the distance. Once they were out near the center, where they could see the entire landscape surrounding them, Diego switched the motor off. He then set about dropping anchor and checking things. She watched the way he moved across the deck, it was mezmerizing. She was so caught up in him, that she hadn't hear the champagne bottle open. The proffered glass before her made her look up at him with a smile, she took the glass by the stem and her fingers brushed against his, she felt herself flush. She took a sip to hide it.
He tilted his head sharply but then said. "Let's toast. To beauty. She is mysterious and intoxicating."
Then he clinked his glass to hers and then took a drink. With a contented sigh, he sat back. "It is lovely out here."
His eyes seemed to dance over everything in the afternoon light before alighting on her face. Even then it seemed to hover over her, looking her up and down. Then, suddenly, he reached for the basket and opened it. "I trust you are hungry. Let's see what Giselle packed for us."
His hand dipped down and began removing containers, setting them on the table next to them. The first made him smile. "Ahh, Petrossian caviar. Some crackers."
As he opened the next container, he looked at her, "Spanish Ham with olives and oranges. And piquillo peppers stuffed with goat cheese."
He went on, seeming to enjoy just showing them off, as if just the site of them, the memory of them, was enough. Almost. Very soon he gave her a plate with a sampling of each. "I hope you like them. Take a sip after you finish a bite. The crisp wine accentuates the taste."
Aurora took a bit first of the caviar, it was not something she would have tried any other time, too fancy, too expensive, like she could have ever afforded it any point in time. It was interesting anyway, the texture was different. But it tasted nice. Aurora disregarded the fact that Diego was implying she didn't understand how to clean her palate when trying new things. It only irked her a little.
Aurora tasted everything else on the plate and especilally liked the peppers with goat cheese. Still something she'd never make herself but it was all so wonderful. She smiled and got up and moved towards the stern and looked out against the water. It was such a nice place. She spoke over the wind. "It's so pretty here. Thank you for sharing it with me."
She heard rustling behind her, the opening and closing of something. She didn't turn around, not right away. When she did, it was because she heard the strains of music. He was seated, his cello out and he was gently playing a haunting melody.
Aurora leaned against the railing, but the latch came loose and it swung open. The world spun out of control and she plummetted into the fridge water. Her lungs were crushed with the frozen water, it was murder to breath, her limbs froze on near impact, panic set in as she floundered for the surface.
Her arms and legs didn't want to move as her panic at not being able to breath overwhelmed her. It was so cold. She she could get her eyes open, she could make out Diego standing there just through the surface of the water. Her teeth were locked together and she tried to reach our for the source, tried to make herself tread water, but her panic was rising. It seemed like minutes ticked by, though it only had to be seconds, and Diego hadn't moved. Her fear continued to grown and she only barely heard and felt something enter the water with her. She felt arms go around her, and though she still couldn't get her chest breath in, her head was out of the water. Diego was with her, holding her, pulling her with him, as he made his way to the boat. Carefully, he pushed her up onto the deck before heaving himself up. Finally, finally, she could breath.
She felt movement on the boat and soon he was helping her up, wrapping her in a towel. His hair was now flopped forward on his face, almost covering his eyes. "Are you ok?"
His arms went around her, rubbing, trying to warm her up.
After her teeth stopped chattering so much, he leaned back and brushed the dripping hair out of his face. There was a fire in them. "Let's get you warmed up."
She felt, rather than watched, his movement across the boat and then the boat's engine sputtered to life and it raised up and fairly flew across the water to the pier.
Aurora smiled, he intended there to be lots of drinking, reminded her of her brother in so many ways. Though he rarely actually drank as much as he pretended to. She knew his secret, and it made her laugh, because he always acted so tipsy even though he wasn't. Aurora pushed her brother from her thoughts and wrapped an arm around Diego and they walked out to the boat.
It was a pretty thing. She hadn't really liked boats, but she'd go anywhere with Diego. Diego went first and he set the basket and bucket down before he offered her a hand to help her on board. Aurora took it greatfully and got her foot hung up on the rigging and fell against him. She had to fight back any sounds that might escape her mouth unwillingly, but she enjoyed feeling her body against the length of him.
He laughed. "Careful. You want to be sure-footed on a boat."
He looked out on the lake and the water looked calm. "Don't let the placid nature of the water fool you. She is a playful mistress."
She smiled up at him and straighten herself, "I'll be careful."
Though she was already missing his extra warmth now that they were close to the water again.
Aurora watched as Diego started the motor, the strong glugh sounds in the water indicating its great power. The boat seemed to stand up, puffing out its chest as it made its way across the water. The motion over the waves was only slightly disconcerting and then left the dock quickly in the distance. Once they were out near the center, where they could see the entire landscape surrounding them, Diego switched the motor off. He then set about dropping anchor and checking things. She watched the way he moved across the deck, it was mezmerizing. She was so caught up in him, that she hadn't hear the champagne bottle open. The proffered glass before her made her look up at him with a smile, she took the glass by the stem and her fingers brushed against his, she felt herself flush. She took a sip to hide it.
He tilted his head sharply but then said. "Let's toast. To beauty. She is mysterious and intoxicating."
Then he clinked his glass to hers and then took a drink. With a contented sigh, he sat back. "It is lovely out here."
His eyes seemed to dance over everything in the afternoon light before alighting on her face. Even then it seemed to hover over her, looking her up and down. Then, suddenly, he reached for the basket and opened it. "I trust you are hungry. Let's see what Giselle packed for us."
His hand dipped down and began removing containers, setting them on the table next to them. The first made him smile. "Ahh, Petrossian caviar. Some crackers."
As he opened the next container, he looked at her, "Spanish Ham with olives and oranges. And piquillo peppers stuffed with goat cheese."
He went on, seeming to enjoy just showing them off, as if just the site of them, the memory of them, was enough. Almost. Very soon he gave her a plate with a sampling of each. "I hope you like them. Take a sip after you finish a bite. The crisp wine accentuates the taste."
Aurora took a bit first of the caviar, it was not something she would have tried any other time, too fancy, too expensive, like she could have ever afforded it any point in time. It was interesting anyway, the texture was different. But it tasted nice. Aurora disregarded the fact that Diego was implying she didn't understand how to clean her palate when trying new things. It only irked her a little.
Aurora tasted everything else on the plate and especilally liked the peppers with goat cheese. Still something she'd never make herself but it was all so wonderful. She smiled and got up and moved towards the stern and looked out against the water. It was such a nice place. She spoke over the wind. "It's so pretty here. Thank you for sharing it with me."
She heard rustling behind her, the opening and closing of something. She didn't turn around, not right away. When she did, it was because she heard the strains of music. He was seated, his cello out and he was gently playing a haunting melody.
Aurora leaned against the railing, but the latch came loose and it swung open. The world spun out of control and she plummetted into the fridge water. Her lungs were crushed with the frozen water, it was murder to breath, her limbs froze on near impact, panic set in as she floundered for the surface.
Her arms and legs didn't want to move as her panic at not being able to breath overwhelmed her. It was so cold. She she could get her eyes open, she could make out Diego standing there just through the surface of the water. Her teeth were locked together and she tried to reach our for the source, tried to make herself tread water, but her panic was rising. It seemed like minutes ticked by, though it only had to be seconds, and Diego hadn't moved. Her fear continued to grown and she only barely heard and felt something enter the water with her. She felt arms go around her, and though she still couldn't get her chest breath in, her head was out of the water. Diego was with her, holding her, pulling her with him, as he made his way to the boat. Carefully, he pushed her up onto the deck before heaving himself up. Finally, finally, she could breath.
She felt movement on the boat and soon he was helping her up, wrapping her in a towel. His hair was now flopped forward on his face, almost covering his eyes. "Are you ok?"
His arms went around her, rubbing, trying to warm her up.
After her teeth stopped chattering so much, he leaned back and brushed the dripping hair out of his face. There was a fire in them. "Let's get you warmed up."
She felt, rather than watched, his movement across the boat and then the boat's engine sputtered to life and it raised up and fairly flew across the water to the pier.