Celeste, when backed into a corner, she becomes moxie, dangerous, sharped tongue, extremely intelligent, gutsy, and reckless. Once she puts her mind in a mode to escape, or protect herself, everything gets out of control and crazy. As she gazes upon Valis the man mumbled out his shy words. Even though there is a huge difference with their languages, Celeste did not miss the Captain’s sentence. Cool as a cucumber the cowgirl shows no emotion for his audacity of blurting out “I want you.” Flashes of scenes over take her thinking process how Valis treated her upon arrival in Haiti. The nerve of the man for him thinking she may want a piece of nookie from the foreigner. She looses her composure an chews the man out.
“Oh, hell no, you didn’t just say that to me, dude, did you?” Valis’s eyes raise to attention hearing her bark. “Listen hombre, you don’t even know me enough, to say that to me! Besides I am married, an I…really don’t need another pecker around me!” Valis scrunched up his brows, processing her quick, sharp response.”Okay, listen buckaroo, this is not going to work! There is NO blending of souls gonna’ happen here! So, take your junk in your truck, and skedaddle out of here! Before I escort you out!” Celeste gave Valis a brass stare, while her chest puffed up like a rooster, ready to defend her coop.
Valis immediately blushed, he knew he set her off with his words. For the life of him, he could not understand a lick of her language. Being the military man he is, he quickly deescalated the situation. “Sorry, Cheri, I say wrong words, I try again, please?” Valis struggled slowly to pronounce the correct words in English, hoping he could correct his crass statement in time. Celeste stood up and put both her hands on her hips. Valis quickly followed, and stood before her, almost touching her nose. Both huffed and puffed, not verbalizing for what seemed to be hours. Celeste was melting, being in the presence of this man. She was no longer mad, but occupied by Valis body’s heat. Damn her body! All Celeste’s is mind was telling her to do, is grab the hunk, and kiss the shit out of him.
To tell you the truth, the scene between her legs were no different. In the moment, she seemed to be locking horns with her body, and mind. A memory invades her mind from long ago. Her grandmother warned her in a letter that she will meet up with a man who will be her soul mate. Trying to filter all what was happening to her, and determined to not fulfill the ordained words of her grandmother. It was getting harder to look upon this person without the need to ravish him. Why was her body doing this to her? What does she have to learn with this spiritual coupling? She knew if she ever spoke her Indian belief’s to others, they would truly think she is “mal de la cabeza” (Crazy in the head)… So the only thing she could do, is turn him against her.
“Please, I try again.” Valis reached for her hands behind her back, stepping closer so their bodies felt the heated charge they both ignited. He didn’t know why he did it, but he wrapped her arms around his waist, and pressed their bodies together into a firm strong hold. “I sorry, Cheri! I don’t know what’s happening to me? Do you?” Valis whispered.
How could Celeste be angry….she knew what was happening, and wasn’t going to indulge any more information to a person that she knew would become a lover. A foreign lover to boot! When Valis saw her eye brows bunch up, he knew she was pondering on his words. He watched her lips make funny faces, until he lightly touched her chin and brought her lips to his. Ever so softly, did both their lips touch. As Valis whispered upon her lips, “Soon, Cheri!” he felt Celeste stiffen. Then without warning he released Celeste, and said, “I must go, I see you again, oui?”
WTFudge? Celeste thought….she was in lala land. The breathless kiss, sent her to heights she didn’t know was possible inside her body. Floating, calm, serene, feelings developed her. All of a sudden, she was shaken from the soft kiss. The captain gave Celeste a naughty smile, as he turned on his heels, heading for the exit. Celeste watched his back side retreat, she kicked herself into gear and asked for her weapons back. “I not bring them, see you again,” was all he said, he gave her a wink with his delicious honey color eye, and left the school.
Celeste looked at her flask of whiskey, when he left, she reached for it and took a hardy swig. As she walked up to her rooftop, she was bound and determined to talk to her spirits about this coupling garbage. This was not right, this was ALL wrong, and someone has to give, and this time, it ain’t gonna be me! Celeste reasoned with herself!