Crimson Mist

After the cup incident, John gets a surprise in the shower.

The camera sits five or six feet from the shower door. The room is filled with roiling steam and only the sound of steady water is heard. The door opens to a wall of crimson mist. In slow motion a darker shape emerges, a dynamic figure. John steps forth, wet, nude, strong, hard, his chest broad his arms chiseled, beads of water dripping from his square chin. His eyes set, straight ahead. As contrails behind wings, steam coils in his wake taking shape and form, of feminine fingers growing into delicate arms and a whimsical torso, full, soft, and erect materializes, hair flowing as rivers between mountains. The second camera catches his backside as he approaches the lave. His thighs solid, glutes round and thoroughbred taut, dimples as quarter moons, glistening wet. Still in slow motion, his right arm circles condensation from the mirror and we see two figures in the reflection. One of flesh, solid, hard, like an eggshell; one of spirit, enveloping, loving, sensual, wordless.

The scene switches to Von, sitting, sipping snizzle with his right hand, his left holding a book open. He hears a sound, pauses, hears it again and places the cup down.

The camera flashed back to the bath. John's image, standing before the lave, fades from view as the misty apparition consumes him. We hear a faint moan; and then Von's voice.

Reviews

[AutumnStorm]

Wishing I were steam so that I could wrap myself around that very fine figure of man that you just described. Not that I hadn't imagined him that way already. :-) Hats off to your continuous reinvention, to the freshness of your multitude of styles, even as you master one, you do not settle, but look instead for further ways to enhance the story and keep it varied. Were you forever to use but one of the forms that you have, there would be no complaints so artfully you make them yours. The way you alternate is cake AND ice cream. Your chapters as one reads them come alive, scenes are set, what isn't known filled, words, expressions, actions, sounds, interesting it was to be given the angles and pace. You've this one mastered too.
Von evokes the curiosity in this one. As for Cait's wordless embrace, this scene speaks to that desire in all of us, that those who are gone can be there, there with us, there with us, know us and feel us still, so touching to know that though she may not be there in body, she holds him still in heart, and though he may not know it, he will feel it surely. Lovely all round.