They woke naked, the heat and humidity pushing down like a vice heavy scents in the air lingered. reminding them of their passion past. The towels from their shower lying in crumpled heaps. Lightly brushing her short boy cut back with her wet hands, freeing her beautiful face from its frame, she moved her head to rest on his chest. She could hear his heart, still slowing down to a murmur. Moving her hands over his scars. Tracing the map of submission carved into his arms. Knowing she would keep him from having to retrace his steps.

She kissed him gently on the forehead and walked out of the hotel room, to the pool. Dreamily her senses once more reached out to the lurid sounds of the Florida night.

It was one of those hot summer nights where the full moon creeps out of the clouds every now and again to push the dark away.

This had brought her memory back to the short light shower that was so welcome twenty minutes ago as their passion heated. Or was that an hour? At first they had not noticed as their minds and bodies became one, engulfed in the moment that seemed to last forever. Every thing seemed to become wet. The world was moving in a slippery green slow motion they had rolled energetically onto the short grass that at the edge of the pool not knowing how it started.

Who started, or why. They created and completed each others imperfect circle. Rhythmic thrusting. Soft, slapping sounds. Stifled moans under the warbling sound of fifty air conditioners on a mission to eat their weight in ozone. The sharp intake of breath as he entered her would have been a clue to anyone with an elementary knowledge of intercourse that someone was playing in the grass under their windows. Carelessly hitting their heads on the poorly painted sill boxes filled with wilting begonias.

His dreads poked through her fingers pulled taught as she gripped them tightly moving her hips rhythmically against his face. Quite often she hit his septum ring causing his eyes to water. He didnt need to see for this. His tongue intuitively finding the folds that caused her to grab his hair harder. Hit his septum with more frequency. Cause and effect in a closed circuit loop.

And the satiated cows in their air conditioned aaa rated, air conditioned, right next to the ice machine, unlimited local calls, electronic card keyd pens watched television. And sighed. Reality gave way to reality shows easily that night and the world at large was none the wiser. They rolled around in the blue-green glow of the televisions of people watching people live their lives. God living in their plastic boxes. Eternal confessionals with 130 channels. He held her down with one hand, gentile but firm in the middle of her back pulling of the bottom of her suit that they had so carelessly pulled aside. He tossed it onto a phallic dolphin fountain a few feet away. She struggled against the weight on her back but her smile gave her away.

He pulled her top down and pulled her arms back into a resting position behind her back entangled in the elastic device once covering her breasts. The top wasnt enough to hold her arms there, but the intent was. She wouldnt dare struggle against her bonds. Her knees slipped on the grass making it squeak.

Busting chlorophyll capillaries, staining her skin.

Leaving a lasting mark of the memory of this. He grabbed the back of her neck and entered her again, freeing her the only way he knew how.

She pushed lovingly against the hand he had covering her mouth. He focused on something he needed more than this moment. More than the sex. He thought with an unrivaled intensity of saving her.

And himself. Feeling refreshed, the smell of wet grass mixed with the salty taste of each other was almost too heavy to bear. Still attached like some kind of broken toys fished hastily from a box, she rolled over off of him.

The stickiness pulling at them as they separated. It almost reminded her of unwrapping presents on her 8th birthday. For the first time since shed picked him up from the airport she spoke.

Im going to be bruised as hell in the morning looking at her inner arms already starting to tint. He rolled over. Her smile gave her away. Youre welcome, he said.

New York feeling further away than ever.