Unlimited. Darina Grotto
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‘The main character of the film. Haven’t you seen the beginning?’ Vic smiled, stroking his hand.
‘No, honestly I’ve been busy with your chilled hands and I wish we had been at home in bed. I’d have warmed you up faster. You’d have been exhausted with unexpected heat… Then I saw this beautiful woman. Why does she look like this?’
‘Are you about her dress? It’s the beginning of the XX century, Kharon. All looked like her then. I think you were with women at that time, weren’t you? Obviously with no dress. Films can show you features of the past and even future. So, there’s nothing surprisingly.’
‘I see.’
Kharon looked back at the screen where one of the main characters tried to speak with the red-haired girl. That’s all the man was consumed with the frames.
Victoria even didn’t try to prevent him from watching this splendid film about love. She was surprised and fun a bit that the demon who was thousands of years old was interested so much in the dramatic film, you can say, even girlish. Of course, all his life Kharon had deals only with women and their sacrament parts of bodies. He knew nothing about what existed in human world and what for. The demon had the better day at that moment: there was no definition of a film for boys or girls. He knew nothing about gender separation. He didn’t know that he had to pretend saying “ugh, this is the wimpy drama for stupid first-year girls and this one is for the real men”. There was not a touch of stereotypes imposed by the society. He had no need to be cool at work for workers in the mornings. He was completely independent of society and its venal opinion. He didn’t even know that he was watching girlish film absolutely. And the best of all was that Kharon didn’t imagine and think that after watched the film he would have no need to say “ugh what a shit”, giving 105 Oscar reward to the actors and director in depths of his heart. The demon just watched the film, giving birth to his pure opinion.
There was love raised in the screen. True and sincere one could ever happen between a man and a woman. Kharon followed that love very attentively. He followed the young man’s actions, his emotions and experienced feelings, the moves of his lips and loudness of his words.
He observed the girl and her emotions, experienced feelings also. He felt such tenderness walking between the two main characters. He had never felt nothing of that with women before. He didn’t because he didn’t believe or despise but he just didn’t know that he could do it, he had a right to do it.
He watched the scene of shipwreck with his opened mouth and getting frozen heart. The enormous thing in all subtexts, in historical and perfection especially, was destroyed by nature… The demon couldn’t believe his eyes: how did people manage to build such unusual miracle covered with luxury? Why did absurdity happen to it? With one slight move nature razed that huge ship to the dust, showing people what they fought against, reminding them of that they shouldn’t think they were gods. Nothing was eternal, everything had the end.
There was a scene, where light hardly begun to live love tried to survive with the help of the hands: they both wanted to be saved to keep their love. Kharon was very interested to watch both of them. He carried about them, soundlessly whispering where they had to ran, where they would probably find the rescue. With curiosity he watched the second beloved man, his insult and humiliation. He also was in love with the red-haired girl.
Then the demon realized that love was really stupid and foolish. Why did it do what it did? It was ok, that rich man loved that girl, they would have got married and the happy end! Suddenly Kharon realized that the girl didn’t love the rich man! Damn reciprocity. The demon had time to draw parallel between his in his own relationship with the human was in love with him.
Victoria looked at Kharon’s eyes where sometimes terrible frames were reflected in. Did he blink? Vic knew the film almost by heart she had no need to look at the screen. She was more interested in originating emotions which probably the first time distorted his face. She was hardly able to abstain from smiling when Kharon instinctively squeezed her fingers seeing the terrible actions on the screen. Did the demon try feel what those people did when they were getting through the catastrophe? Did he realize how horrible and deadly was it?
‘It’s the best one I’ve ever seen while my being with people…’ Kharon whispered glowingly when the screen was covered with the black veil of the emptiness. The light was getting brighter covering the place. There was silence and seldom whispers cut through the after-euphoric silence.
‘I’m glad you liked it and that we came here but my jacket’s still wet inside… We’re gonna in the rain again.’
‘We’re not. Literally I realized that heroes are what girls expect men to be. I was reading women’s minds who were in the cinema. There was no one who didn’t want to have such crazy love.’
‘I’m not surprised. Unfortunately, two people being in love with each other is very rare to happen. More often is when just only one is in love… Our relationship isn’t an exception.’
‘I’m sorry.’
‘Me too! But I’m really glad you’re with me, studying to feel and don’t face like a thunder, hating me because you have to live with people.’
‘Come to me.’ Kharon stretched out his hand. ‘We have to find a quiet corner. Here it is, is this quiet enough? I think it is. Come closer. Closer, dear.’
‘What are we doing?’
‘Closer. Touches of distrust. Do you trust me?’
‘I do.’
‘Close your eyes and count. Aloud.’
‘One’ the girl said in a low voice, pressing the man to her, ‘Two.’
‘Three, Victoria, you can open your eyes.’ Kharon relaxed the grip of his arms. ‘We’re at home. It’s warm and not wet.’
‘I wanna have the same ability. I always forget you can do this.’
‘The main point is don’t forget about my other abilities.’
His strong hands, seemed to be awkward, freeing the hot body from clothes very quickly.
Victoria was glad to be in the embraces of hell again. She was excited and already knew what to look forward to. She already knew what she had sold her soul for and what for that man was with her and what he was able to do. She crazily, fiercely and passionately yearned for him. She yearned for his divine energy, touches and charm. She desired for his making-crazy kisses because of which her head went around, the breath came faster, and she didn’t know if there was ability to breathe again. Her heart lost its mind, beating in dead run as if it had beat its last minutes and wanted to have time to catch more life. She craved for the warmth stroking her skin, burning through flame, setting her on fire and she didn’t care about her skin burns. The euphoria on its plumes was the main thing.
She wanted to feel his tongue that would never know what shame and modesty meant, to hear wicked words that made her hackles rise, infecting her body with sexual energy. She was ready for being paralyzed after to pay her voluptuousness, for drinking it with no human but with the demon. She cared about nothing again. She waited for his arms and kisses.
Like no other Kharon knew the girl’s feeling, her obstreperous desires and in this case, he knew no refuse. Moreover, he was able to be initiative in bed, no initiative went unpunished didn’t work here…
Clothes. Fitfully wet laid on the floor and nobody needed it. Nobody wanted it. His arms seized her round the waist and Victoria didn’t open her eyes feeling the floor, the earth stay beneath, her body in the strong demon’s arms was coming high, straight to the ceiling. His canoodling, unbelievable and mind-bending made her want to abut against something but there was nothing under but the abyss.
‘We’re gonna fall’ the girl whispered, having totally relaxed in the demon’s arms.
‘We fell a long ago, dear,’ he answered, passing his hand over her hip, ‘We have no place to fall deeper… Just one word from you and I’ll stop. We’ll hit the pillow, pretend that we need nothing. Come on, dear, tell me no