April 11, 2013

Vinca could see this trip was a bad idea. She knew it when the invitation came with the fortnightly lift ship, knew when Mavi said she and Nesim would accompany him. “You sure you want me to do that?” She handed him a cup of tea and made sure Nesim had a biscuit, then retreated to the stove to check on the wash water. Not hot enough.

“Yes.” he followed her to the stove and stroked the nape of her neck. “And you're avoiding,” he fluffed her hair, then stroked it smooth.

She nodded. His hand continued down her back, then around at the bottom edge of her ribs and inside her shirt.

“Why? They're my family, they should see you, get to know you.” He cupped her breast. “I'd have it done before we have more children than just Nesim.” his thumb began stroking.

She covered his hand, stilling it. “I'd still rather not go.”

“But you'll go.” He rested his head on top of hers. “Because I ask.” He settled his other hand at her waist, holding her lightly against him. “As a member of the parish, you should be obedient to the requests of your pastor.” He began stroking again. She arched against his hand.

“Is that what you call it?” She arched against his hand. “an obedient request?”

“As often as I can, until we are wed.”

Nesim chose then to throw the half eaten biscuit at them. It missed, but fell into the wash water. Mavi released her and laughed, “He is determined to keep me working.” He kissed the toddler's forehead.

“And your tea was getting cold.” She leaned on the stove, fishing the biscuit out. Still not washing hot. “Go do your reports, Pastor.” she waved him off. “Tell your family you'll be there for the reunion.”

“And you'll accompany us?” Something in his voice made her look up.

He stood in the doorway looking wistfully at her, waiting for her answer, fingers gripping the tea mug so tightly his hand trembled. She nodded, still thinking it was a bad idea.