Balancer's Soul (13 page)

Walking in a daze back around Connor’s house
and stepping in the entry way, Sarah knocked three times. A moment
later Connor opened the door and her mind and body became intently
and instantly focused on him. His sandy blonde hair dripped wetly
because he stepped out of the shower not too long ago. He wore a
dark green sleeved shirt and brown pants with no shoes. His hazel
eyes were so welcoming and his lips were inviting. “What’s the
matter, Princess? You look strained.”

“Oh no it’s isn't anything like that. Kara
and I just had a friendly little chat that’s all.” She said,
breaking eye contact.

“Oh great! I’m in trouble.” He said in a
cautious and teasing voice.

He can always make her smile and it worked.
“You better believe it, buster.” And Sarah hugged him. She looked
up into his face and asked “Ready for your lesson?” He quickly
looked away. “Why is your face getting so red?”

“It is just something Kara said to me on the
run home.” He admitted.

“It looks like she has a talent for getting
under our skin.”

Connor smiled and bent down to kiss her head.
“I’m sorry, please come in.”

He led her inside his house, but this time he
gave the grand tour. Heading down one hallway he pointed to a white
door on his left. “This is my mom’s room and next door is Kara’s.”
He turned and pointed to two other doors across from the first two
rooms. “The door on your right is the bathroom and the one on to
its left is the laundry room.” He grabbed Sarah’s hand and their
fingers intertwined. She marveled at how they fit together so
perfectly and the warmth that seeped into her cool hand. Connor led
her down another hall that sat secluded from most of the house and
it was very quiet and peaceful back here. He opened a green door
saying “Sarah, this is my room.”

He let go of her hand to turn on the lights
as she entered his room. The room was painted in the same color as
her eyes, emerald, and it was beautiful. The brush strokes made it
look like a forest. “I love the color.” Sarah said
absentmindedly.

“As do I. It’s the same color as your
beautiful eyes.” He scanned the room. “Kara was the one to paint it
for me though.”

Trying to not get choked up or stutter
she continue to survey and study his room. It was tidy for a young
man’s bedroom. Connor’s bed was a beautifully crafted four poster
queen size bed, probably to accommodate his large physique. A
singularly large open window, faced the north, and was situated
over the headboard of his bed. It let a cool breeze into the room.
The covers on the bed were a dark brown and had a tree bark color.
Sarah walked over to his dresser and ran her finger tips across the
surface to find it perfectly smooth.
“He
really is a master craftsman.”
She stepped away from
the dresser and opened up his sliding closet to see nothing but all
dark sleeve shirts and jackets.

Still standing in his closet she turned
around to see him watching her intently. “Your home is beautiful,
Connor.” Unfortunately Connor saw her reaction to all of his dark
sleeved clothing in the closet.

“Don’t worry too much about it, Princess. I
will show you and explain one day. I promise” and he smiled her
favorite smile

“And I promise to tell you my secret one day
as well.” And she smiled back.

He walked forward and enveloped her in a hug
and the new scent that she loved. He kissed the top of her head
saying “One day then. Until then, let’s go get started on the
curriculum.” As he held her, Sarah felt him go rigid. “What’s the
matter?” They were obviously and rudely interrupted in some
way.

He held one finger across his lips “Shh.” He
melted out of the embrace and stalked over to the open window above
his bed. Reaching through the window with one arm Sarah saw his
large arm flex as he caught something.

“Thought I heard a spy!” He said pulling a
little girl by the back of her neck in through the window, like she
weighed nothing. She wore a pink shirt and white pants and had
sandy blond, shoulder length hair.

“Kara?” she feigned astonishment. “What were
you doing back there?”

She had on a disappointed face as
Connor set her on the ground.
“Wow, you
picked her up with one hand and didn’t even hurt her. You have
great control of your body.”
Kara said in a bird like
chirp “I was trying to make sure that the two of you were
ok.”

“Likely story, you little closet pervert.”
Connor said as he stared at her. He crossed his arms in
disappointment. Her jaw was hanging by their hinges.

Wanting to leave her and be with him alone
Sarah said “Connor, we had better get to work or else you’ll have
difficulty on the upcoming test.” Those raptor hazel eyes instantly
zoomed in on her and her pulse quickened up again. He walked over
and gently took her hand saying “Later” to Kara. He led Sarah back
into the living room and they sat side by side on the leather
sofa.

He opened the book to the lesson that the
class started today, his fingers stopped and she looked at his face
“What’s on your mind, Connor?”

Connor whispered in her ear just incase
anyone was listening “It is just that since we are studying
American history, I was wondering that since that you have lived so
long, one day I want to know if you can tell me if they got
anything lost in translation over the years.” And at that Sarah
started laughing.

She touched his leg. “When you get out of
school I will give you all of the stories of my past.” she
whispered back.

They got to work not too long afterwards.

***

After four hours of studying with Sarah’s
coaching, Kara eventually went to sleep. Connor stood up and made
the two of them something to eat. When he finished preparing the
late dinner, he brought the two plates and two bottles of water
into the living room. They sat together and ate. Now they were
sitting so close that their thighs were rubbing against one
another. As Sarah ate she leaned back into the sofa with the plate
of food resting on her lap. Connor quickly finished consuming his
food when he asked, “Sarah, why did you braid your hair?” And that
caught her completely off guard.

She sat up almost instantly and looked
embarrassed. “Connor, I was not sure how you liked my hair done, so
I tried this. Is it unpleasant to your eyes?” She reverted to a
very formal way of talking, pulled her braid around her shoulder
and became even redder. “May I ask, how do you like my hair, done
up?”

“I can’t tell you.” Connor smiled and
thought
“Please take the bait.”

She smiled shyly and spoke in her quiet
and velvety voice. “Then will you please show me what you mean.”
She said, setting her plate on the table and pushing her braid back
over her shoulder, to rest along her spine.
“You fell into my trap, Princess.”
Before she
could turn her back to him, Connor used his left arm and stretched
it across her lower back and grabbed her left hip. He closed his
knees tightly together to make a platform for her to sit on.
Pulling her up by her left hip, he used his right hand to support
her transition by placing it on her right thigh.

Connor noticed that she didn’t gasp or
scream, instead she went stone still.

She is now sitting on his lap with her legs
spread to keep her balance. With her back facing Connor he leaned
forward to whisper in her ear. “Don’t worry, Sarah, all I am going
to do is show you how your hair looks best on you.” She still sat
rigid so he pulled off her hair tie that held together her braid
“Will you please hold this for me?” She took it out of his hands
slowly, without looking back. As he slowly untied her braid, she
started to visibly relax from his touch. Her shoulders started
dropping and her breathing became more even.

When Connor finished unbraiding, he gently
finger brushed out her beautiful, silky brown hair. “I truly love
your hair when it is down and when the wind catches it and your
hair billows. It is a sight I love to watch. I also liked it today
when you had it all pulled back in a simple pony tail. It exposed
your beautiful neck. Truthfully I wanted to kiss you there when you
first walked in.” he said evenly and honestly.

The most amazing thing happened, Sarah turned
her body to now sit side saddle on his lap. Those emerald green
eyes stopped him from moving even one inch. She was thinking and
weighing her options, that much he could tell.

“Really?” She said in a very seductive voice.
“Just for today then, I want you to kiss my neck.” As she said
that, she reached with her right hand around her head to pull all
of her hair from her neck and draped it over her right shoulder and
it cascaded over her chest. This now revealed the ivory skin of her
throat.

“Am I dreaming…? Who cares
about that right now?”
“Are you positive?” She
answered by closing her eyes slowly and tilting her head back in
open invitation.

Leaning in, his lips touched her throat and
tremor shot through her body and into his legs, which made his body
jolt in a similar way. Silk was the closest he could describe from
the smoothness of her skin. She moaned in pleasure and Connor took
that as a sign to keep going. She wrapped her arms around him and
another tremor went through them again.

And then the moment abruptly cut short.

Hearing footsteps from outside pulled him out
of their world and into the normal one. Connor knew his mom just
got home from the hospital. Sarah remained sitting on his lap,
wanting more, but her eyes were open and filled with passion. She
said “That was truly wonderful.”

“It was for me too.” Connor’s voice sounded
alien to him. It seemed too husky. He slid his left hand under her
legs while with his right snaked around her shoulder blades to
effortlessly encompass her. Now standing up with her in his arms,
her eyes shot open. He kissed her head and gently stood her up. He
tucked some of her hair behind her ear. Answering her questioning
look he whispered “My mom just arrived and I think I’d better take
you home before things get any hotter between us.”

She nodded in understanding and looked as
disappointed as he felt. A moment later, Jenny opened the door and
saw them standing not too far away. “Hey kids, how was the
lesson?”

They looked at each other about
the
lesson
they just
experienced, but Sarah answered. “It went well, Jenny. He is a
quick learner if you know how he processes things.”

“Words to live by.” Jenny agreed with a
little laugh. She wore a white scrub top and light blue pants.

“Sarah, I will walk you home now.” he said
while looking at Sarah. Connor was trying to get the two of them
out his mother’s radar because they were both flushed and a mom
could always see these things easily.

“Goodnight, Jenny.” Sarah said and grabbed
her papers while leaving.

Connor walked Sarah home and kissed her
forehead, saying goodnight without words. He walked into the house
and into the kitchen. “Goodnight Mom, I’m going to get some sleep.”
Connor heard his mother giggle quietly and it dawned on him. That’s
where Kara gets her giddiness from.

The rest of the week went about the same for
him. He’d run to school, saw Sarah, run home, study with her for a
few hours, ending with Connor walking her home. He always ended
each night with a kiss on her forehead.

Friday eventually came and after class ended
Connor walked up to Sarah. “Hey Princess. I’m sorry, but I am going
camping with Granddaddy this weekend. I promised and I always keep
my promises.”

“That’s ok. I have to get caught up with the
other students work and input the grades into the computer. Connor,
tell David I also said hello.” Now she wore his favorite smile on
her full rosy lips.

Connor hugged and kissed her forehead. “I
will see you on Monday.”

“Later.” And he went home and got some much
needed sleep.

Saturday morning came when David let himself
in and knocked on Connor’s bedroom door. “Connor, are you awake
yet?”

“Yes Sir.” And he got dressed quickly.

Leaving his room he noticed that Jenny and
Kara were still asleep. Jenny usually gets the weekends off from
the hospital and the two of them usually leave all day and have a
girl’s day out.

Walking into the garage Connor attired his
usual dark clothing, a brown shirt and pants. He slipped on his
hiking boots and walked over to his work bench. He grabbed Tool, a
flint stone, a coil of rope and slid it over his shoulder. These
were the only things that one truly really need to go camping for
one full night out in the woods.

His grandfather twisted the key to fire up
the loud engine of his red pick-up truck. Connor opened the
passenger door and set the rope in the back of the truck. They
really didn’t talk much on their way to a sparsely wooded forest
that was about a three hour drive from his house.

Pulling into the desired destination, they
both exited the truck. Connor slid Tool into his belt loop and
threw the rope over his shoulder while the flint remained inside
his pocket. David wore a pair of beige pants and a red and white
striped t-shirt. Over his shoulder laid a small sack that held only
he knew what. It was best to travel light. David locked the truck
and together they walked side by side in silence.

Two hours of hiking later David broke the
silence. “This looks like as good as spot as any. I haven’t seen
anyone for several hours. I’ll go collect some dry wood and some
water from the stream we passed five minutes ago. Can I get you to
make the shelter?”

“No problem, Granddaddy.” Connor confirmed in
a chipper voice.