Chapter 3 (K rated)
By chance, the taxi
driver was speaking a little English and drove them to a little beach
to the west of Naples. There was a little restaurant in a corner, and
they shared a platter of seafood while the warm breeze danced around
them. Harm asked Nell about how she was able to shoot both him and
his wingman, and she explained in details and gestures how she did.
They compared notes on their respective aircrafts, share stories. And
as time passed, Harm was feeling more and more attracted to her. Not
just her body, but her mind as well. She was smart, daring, and as
enthusiastic as he was about flying. He was listening to her with a
smile that wouldn't fade.
They left the
restaurant not by the main entrance, but by jumping the low wall that
separated them from the beach. The owner shouted a few words to them
in Italian, but they laughed and waved at him. They thought they
heard him say « Americani ! » with an air of disgust
but it was lost in the sound of the sea. Nell took her sandals off
and let a happy sigh. « These shoes do the trick, but they're
hell on the feet ! »
They crossed the little
stream that ran to the sea and found themselves on another beach.
This one didn't have any restaurant or house. Nell took a look around
her. There was no one on sight, and it wasn't lit very well. She
dropped her shoes, her purse and her wrap in the sand and turned her
back to Harm.
« Can you help
with my zipper ? »
Harm turned around in
turn. « Are you sure you want to do that here ? »
« Come on, I want
to get a midnight bath, and I can't do it with my dress on ! »
He had never believed
reputations or unsubstantiated rumors, but he had heard them, and
French girls... well... This one was everything they talked about.
Wild and free. Harm slowly pulled her zipper down. Her skin was
pearly white up to the small of her back where a dragon was wrapping
its multicolored coils. Deeply aroused by the sight, he stopped
breathing when she ditched her dress and stood with just her panties
on. She took a run at the sea and dived right in. She surfaced a
second later, with only her head showing. « Come on, the
water's fantastic ! » And she dived again. Harm threw his
cover on the sand, undressed as fast as he could and ran after her.
She was right, the water was perfect. He dunked and let the warm
Mediterranean sea engulf him. He let it rock him for a moment, until
his lungs started to burn, and emerged again.
They played in the
waves for a while, brushing against each other, seducing and being
seduced. Nell was standing still, nearly out of breath, when Harm
surfaced very near to her. He appeared much taller than her, since
she didn't have her shoes on, and she had to bend her head backwards
to look at him. He flexed his knees and embraced her. Nell threw her
arms against his neck and put her mouth on his. Their kiss was deep
and ravenous. Their tongues intertwined hungrily while their hands
roamed over each other’s bodies. Nell wrapped her legs around
Harm's waist. She smiled
against his mouth and bit his lower lip. He let a cry of surprise and
kissed her harder. She had a small laugh and rested her forehead
against his. He carried her back to the beach, walking on his knees
until they reached the shore. He laid her down on the sand, their
bodies still in the water.
She reached for him and
kissed him again passionately. He left her lips to trail down her
neck, licking and biting softly. She had a taste of woman and salt.
She moaned softly and stroked his hair.
He was about to descend
to her breasts when a flashlight blinded them.
« Questo non è
il posto giusto per ripetere 'Da qui all'eternità' ! »
Nell quickly folded her
arms over her breasts while Harm was trying to shield her from view.
Two Italian police officers were standing in front of them, barely
concealing a laugh.
« Sorry, we
thought we were alone. »
« Americani !
Go to a hotel, this is not a bed. »
« Sorry, Sir. »
« If you are...
fretta, hotel Mare Blu in the road, there. Avanti ! »
The policemen watched
them get up and left them while they put their clothes back on. One
of them turned and pointed to his left. « Albergo, hotel. »
Nell waved, clutching
her dress to her chest while Harm was trying to fasten it. « Grazie
mille. »
Once they were alone
again, they looked at each other and burst out laughing. They were
wet, covered with sand, and half-dressed. Harm put his cover back on
and stepped closer to Nell. He took her face in his hands and kissed
her like it was the most important thing in the world. Nell felt the
warmth of it to the tip of her toes.
Harm drew back a
little. « You're shorter. » Nell laughed again and showed
him her sandals. « Four inches heels. » Harm laughed too
and hugged her.
« I'm lodged at
the base, I can't take you there. Can we go to your hotel ? ? »
« Oh, Harm !
I share my room ! »
With a smile, they both
turn to the end of the street.
When they step on the
pavement, Harm put his shoes back on but Nell didn't. He looked at
her curiously. « Oh no, I'm not slipping those back on !
I'd rather go barefoot than walk with those again ! »
His smile spreads wide.
« Then I'll have to carry you ! » And reaching down,
he slid his arm under her knees and back and lifted her. Nell took
his cover and put it on her head. « Two movies in a row, you
impress me, lieutenant ! »
Nell let Harm carry her
for a few meters, put his cap back on his head and dropped on the
pavement.
« Nell !
You're gonna hurt your feet ! »
« The hotel is
just there, I can walk, don't worry ! »
She took his hand and
looked at him. His cover was askew on his damp hair, his jacket was
half-buttoned and opened at the collar, and his pants were sticking
to his legs and covered in sand. She glanced at herself and noticed
she was pretty much in the same state of disarray. The reception desk
at the hotel was going to look at them the same way the policemen
had ! Just before entering, they tried to put some order to
their outfits, without much hope.
The night clerk was
half asleep when they entered.
« Buona notte !
Vuoi une stanza ? »
« Good evening. »
« Oh, americani.
Do you want a room ? »
« Yes, please. »
« That will be
one hundred and fourteen american dollar. »
Harm looked stunned.
« What ? »
« Permesso,
Signore. » Nell pointed at the sign hanging on the wall. « The
price range for your rooms go from twenty thousand to fifty-five
thousand lire. With the current change for an American dollar being
one thousand and fifty lire, that makes your best room at... hum...
less than fifty dollars. »
Harm crossed his arms
and tried his best intimidating look. The clerk swallowed nervously.
« I am sorry, I
thought you wanted two rooms. »
Harm took his wallet
out and handed out a fifty note. « No, just the one. »
« Si, signore. »
He takes a key in the rack behind him. « Our best room. Numero
trentuno, terzo piano, third floor. Breakfast is from seven to ten
and you have to leave by eleven. »
Harm took another fifty
note. « We'll take it for two nights. »
« Of course,
signore ! Do you have luggage ? »
Harm and Nell looked at
each other with a smile. « We'll get them later. »
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