Chapter 18 The Train Ride Home
The train ride home
They walked from the bar to the station, Nadrea was chilled by the cool evening air. He stepped behind her to block it as they walked. “What are you doing?” she muttered with a great deal on cynicism in her voice. “Looking at your ass, keep walking.” He wasn’t really back there intending to check her out, but he couldn’t help notice her shape as her hips swayed gently with each long flowing stride. In fact, both times he had seen her she was wearing a skirt that while it provided general dimensions as a reference point the actual size and shape of her backside remained very much a mystery. Instead of remaining modest and continuing to try to keep her skirt in place, she continued to walk keeping one hand in place front and center not being in the mood to be giving free kitty shots to strangers up ahead but taking her hand from behind swinging it to the side in stride, tossing a pig tail to the side, looking back and grinning “Enjoying the view?” She said with a wide seductive smile and deep heavy eyes. “Hopefully,” He replied. There he was again the smug bastard toying with her, but then again perhaps hopefully was a wishful thought for a strong lasting gust of wind baring her assets to the worlds and for his own enjoyment. The last two blocks were both leisurely and uneventful. Moments get odd when intentions get altered. In this case she went to toy with him, to get his motor going and then leave him hot and bothered, but now she wasn’t sure what she intended as the headed for the train. She reached into her purse and pulled out a metro card. Handing it to him she asked “Do you want to put it in?” as they approached the turnstile. He laughed, there it was again, laughing carelessly, whatever had happened at the bar between he and Susan was done, having flared and said his piece, he never gave it a second thought once they headed out the door at Thirst T’s.
Not much was said on the train on the way back, Nadrea kept thinking of him, what she had seen and maybe even a little bit of what she had felt. Vincent thought about how he was missing the 11:00 Sports Center and would now need to stay up until one watching the midnight edition. The time came for them both to change trains, stepping off the Green line. “I’m going to head out and get a cab.”
“Ok”, he said stepping off the train with her, her hand by her side open to the air and then closing it on itself as she stepped on the platform. He noticed, two trains and two seemingly meaningless gestures, perhaps some kind of superstition he thought to himself. Walking slowly Nadrea couldn’t help herself again, she had to ask “What happened back there?”
“We got off the train Nod, boy you have had a long night.” He was still avoiding her, but back to being that playful, infuriating character that drew her to him in the first place, or at least beyond the second sentence of the first conversation, which is where conversations with men who were not talking dirty typically began to bore her.
“She was right you are a…” but Nadrea couldn’t finish the sentence, he finished it for her “a damn good time!” there was such an emphatic tone in his voice, his fake assed positive attitude coming through again. Glaring at him words flowed out “FUCK! That’s” he interrupted her again, “Twice I’ve finished your sentences for you, Actually now it’s three times.” ARRGH, as arrogant and tormenting as he was… She stepped closer, he was taller than she had realized, he was also much broader than she realized too. Even in her heels he still towered over her, he was staring him squarely in the Adams apple, without her heels she would have been looking at him in the middle of the chest. “So what was her deal?” Nadrea pressed. “Fine, if you need to know.” He responded his words some where between feigned annoyance and actual irritation. “She was being a bitch, unless someone else is getting my attention she could care less about what I’m doing.” Nadrea going straight to the point “And the whole grinding into you thing?” In truth Nadrea could have cared less who was grinding into him, what she was curious about was how he answered the question and what he said. Vincent on the other hand placed no special meaning on his answer and without pause volleyed back with, “Well what can I say that Jim Morrison hasn’t already? I’m a back door man and what the men don’t know the little girls understand.” He said with a smirk. Nadrea’s claws came back out “Well at least she’s found a good use for her fat ass.” This time both of them began laughing.
Soon they found themselves approaching the cab stand, the night sky half clouded over, Nadrea took one of her cards with the embossed “N” on the front, it have never actually occurred to her that there might be another person in the world whose name started with an N, it’s a thought she wasn’t about to have now either. As she handed him the card she turned it over revealing an address and two phone numbers written is shiny gray ink. The ink had sparkles of glitter in it that were catching the soft yellow hues from the street light. “I’ll be here tomorrow after 10:30, come by” she offered. Stalling and planning to politely defer Vincent responded “I’ll see what I can do, I have other plans earlier” it was true that he had other plans, he had planned to have dinner in and do nothing, he was not really interested in the idea of the club thing. “Well, if you do come” she paused making sure she could see his expression “it’s a leather masquerade ball.” Something in that actually caught his attention. “So what should I wear?” he asked. “Leather, dumb ass!” it was as if they had traded places, she was now the one laughing. Nadrea continued on “If you have it and a mask, if not wear black and a mask and come ready to party.” As she finished they were standing at the first cab, in a long line of cabs sitting idle on an otherwise desolate street. He stepped ahead of her and opened the back passengers side door, moving smoothly to the front door and sliding the cabby enough cash to cover her ride to any zone in the city, and a sizeable tip since he didn’t know where she lived. At this point in the night it would have been awkward to ask, it was the kind of small talk about residences and jobs that he preferred to avoid. She was standing by the back door waiting just outside the cab. “It’s taken care of, Goodnight” and as he leaned into kiss her, the very instant before he was about to make contact she leaned away. “Even!” she said then stepping into him this time it would be virtually impossible for him to avoid contact with her that was not an obvious and direct retreat. Being as calculating as she was she knew he wouldn’t back down if pressed, he was just not that type. It was a soft kiss, slow and gentle, swimming even if only for a few fading seconds in the other erotic possibilities. Just like that it was over, he placed a hand on the small of her back pressing his right hip into her torso picked her up, and set her off to the right so he could pass. “Good night” he said again placing her back on solid earth. It was not like before when he had stepped to the side to avoid her, this time she could feel his strength, it should have been obvious by his appearance, but unlike so many people who were unable to use their own size and strength with purpose and intent, he was fluid and graceful. He moved her with such ease, as if his motions had been planned, choreographed, and already done a thousand times. “Get in he’s waiting.”
“Vin, where are you going?”
“Home, Nod. Just like you.” Turning and walking back toward the second cab in line. Open the door to get in, as he turned Nadrea called out “VINCENT!”, and when she was certain he was looking she turned her back to him and flipped up her skirt revealing the bottom third of he smooth round ass as it met her small toned thighs. A quick glimpse, a school girls tease and into the cab she went. Not unlike their first encounter she was frustrated, things in her mind had again not gone at all as she planned, but tomorrow he would be on her turf. She found herself on the short ride home was uncharacteristically swimming in his kiss. A kiss something so simple, so common never made her swoon, it was after all just one kiss. Unlike last time, he gave her a second thought on the way home, maybe even a third then came the concerns over would he have time to get a snack before sports center started or would he have to wait until the first commercial break. Vincent was so busy socializing he hadn’t taken time to eat.
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