Tuesday, March 8, 2011

Nectar Hills - Chapter 2

At Val’s insistence, I tagged along with him when he went to meet Cin at the garden. Of course he was late. He had second thoughts at first, but that did not make us late. He had bought an engagement ring and planned to pop the question in the garden, and was freaking out because he thought he had forgotten to grab it on his way out. I pulled the ring box from my pocket and showed him that it was safe.

After hanging around in the bushes for what seemed like forever, he – they – finally proposed and I could be on my way. I made it to the front porch, and sat on the bench to take in the night air before going to bed. After a hard day of tending the garden working on the machines, exhaustion consumed me. I slumped to the bench and fell fast asleep.

The next thing I remember was a light tickle on my cheek, waking me from a deep slumber. It was El. She playfully teased me with her light touch until I sat up. I stretched and looked at my watch. I was only asleep for a few minutes. It seemed like hours. I was surprisingly refreshed.

She took my hand and led me into the house and straight to my bedroom. There was nothing shy about this woman; not now, anyway. We kissed and hugged, pieces of our clothing falling to the floor with each peck or grasp.

I lifted her petite frame onto the bed and passionately kissed her. Her lips were like a drug; intoxicating. The touch of her velvety smooth skin sent tingles through my body. I was acting on primal lust; driven. She did not resist, but rather enticed me to continue.

Passion taking over; driving us into a frenzied state; we became one. We lay together for a few short minutes before falling fast asleep in each other’s arms.

I woke a little while later and as I moved in the bed, she began to stir beside me. We were facing each other as her eyes fluttered open. She smiled; there was no regret in that smile; only satisfaction; happiness.

We rose and I took the moment to make my own proposal. It was met with an emphatic “Yes!” She jumped into my arms and kissed me again and again and again. Scurrying about the room like a rabbit evading a fox, she bounced into her clothes as she dressed and flew out of the room, “I have to tell Cin. I’m the happiest girl in the world!”

A short time later, Cin arranged a double ceremony for the four of us at the Planetarium. We exchanged oaths under the stars, opting for a private affair as none of really knew anyone in town yet. Val moved in with Cin, and El came to live with me.

The next morning, I found El sitting and staring off into the room.

“Is something the matter?” I asked.

“Oh, I’m just thinking of ways to make this room homier; less manly. It’s a bit rustic, don’t you think?”

“Well, it is at that; but remember, it was just me and Val! We had no need for frills and finery.”

“Would you mind terribly if I changed a few things?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Don’t give me that look,” I laughed. “I see right through your coy expression. This is your home, too. You can do whatever you like to the house, so long as it doesn’t bankrupt us.”

“Really? You don’t mind?” She sounded relieved, although she knew all she had to do was to entice me to get her way. “I think I want to start here. I don’t really love these antique pieces, but I will work with them.”

And so it begins, I chuckled to myself. At least it gave her something to do while I was tending the garden or building the nectar making machine.

Val came by to help less and less, but we were able to complete the nectar making machine in a relatively short time. I had harvested some grapes from the garden a few days earlier and wanted to try out the machine right away.

I changed into a pair of shorts, placed some fruit in the tub, stepped in and began mashing the grapes with my bare feet. The juice began to ooze up between my toes. It was an odd feeling, to say the least. The more I mooshed the berries under my feet, the more it became juice, the pulp of the fruit falling to the bottom of the tub.

Without warning, I slipped on the skins of the fruit at the bottom and landed flat on my butt. I was alarmed, thinking I could have seriously hurt myself.

Berries, juice and pulp sprayed up into the air and all over my body. I was now wet and sticky; not wanting to continue.

I stuck it out, though. I slipped a few more times; more annoyed at myself for not paying attention to the slippery pulp at the bottom of the tub than the fall itself.

I will definitely have some bruises; mostly to my ego. I am thankful that I was alone and no one else was witness to my first attempt.

Once the berries were all mashed, I cleared the pulp at the bottom away from the pipes leading from the tub to the processor. I stepped from the tub, and feeling wet and sticky, shed my clothes. I moved over to the processor and attempted to get the machine started.

Once the nectar was under way, I wiped the excess liquid from my body with the wet clothes and got dressed before someone walked in on my in all my glory.

I carefully monitored the machine, unsure of how long the process would take; or whether it would even work at all.

I must say, I was very successful in making my first nectar without the aid of the modern machinery back home. Granted, it tasted like rain water that had been standing in the gutter for days, but it was mine.

My enthusiasm was on the rise while El’s was short-lived. She began feeling tired. I suggested she see a doctor and was met with an icy stare.

“I’m fine, I just need to rest a minute,” she reassured me.

I decided to surprise her with breakfast in the morning. This gesture turned into a ritual very quickly.

The days passed and she became more ill. She refused my suggestions to see a doctor at every turn.

She would attempt to help out around the house, but would leave things unfinished; waves of nausea consuming her. She had to force herself to eat.

I began doing most of the tasks about the house while still maintaining the garden. The nectar making would have to wait a while. There just wasn’t any time.

Her attempts to sit down to a meal were futile. She would no sooner take a few bites, than she would be racing for the bathroom.

This cannot go on any longer; even our intimate moments are interrupted.

I am taking her to a doctor.

End chapter.