Deep in the night between Day 1 and Day 2 Ronald and Marya meet in the hall of the cottage, in front of the fireplace. Drugs! Sex! Drama!
Marya P.: Professor Blindside
Ronald: Federico Perenti
Ronald Rizzato looks at the fireplace, still there seems to be enough wood. The room is warm but the sight is enough to give him the shivers. Wind is hitting the mountains hard, and he thinks about the car. The shape of the thing that made him steer, what kind of animal could that have been? Anyway he could not bring himself to sleep. The house was quiet, and he kept the radio at the lowest volume. He thinks at the girls sleeping on the next floor. Perhaps he could masturbate or smoke a joint. Or both. That would make him sleep! He starts to rubs himself, closes his eyes, when he hears a noise. He stands quickly, thankful for the book in his hands, it's dark and she's seen nothing, has she? "Marya." his voice is sticky with fatigue. "Hey. can't sleep too?"Marya P. is midway through a yawn as she hears Ronald's voice and breaks off abruptly, a little surprised to hear anyone else awake. She walks over and leans an arm on the couch, keeping her tired tone relatively low to avoid waking Wren. "Yeah...just a little jumpy still, you know?" She leans to look over Ronald's shoulder at the book, her dark hair brushing his cheek. "What'cha reading?"
Ronald Rizzato flips over the cover of the book. "Oh, nothing." He takes a deep breath, the knot in his pants untying. He looks at the words in the dim light. Upside down. He turns the book the right way, then steps to her and passes it in her hands. "Norvegian Wood. Murakami. It makes me sleep, I've read it many times. But this time," he walks on to the kitchen, talk without looking at her. "this time it does not seem up to the task. I'm sure you need a glass of water." He says filling one for her. "Have you looked outside. The wind makes me shiver. I haven't even been able to take my jacket off." The glass is in her hands and he sits by the fire.
Marya P. notes the awkward response with a hint of amusement. Ronald clearly hadn't been thinking about 'Norvegian' wood, but she didn't want to embarrass him by dwelling on it. Instead she takes a seat on the couch as he retrieves a drink, sipping the water she's given. "I know, it's freezing upstairs too. Maybe I just wanted to get back in the room with the fire." She glances out the window for a moment, listening to the muffled howls before looking back to the reclining Ronald. "Wren said it usually isn't this bad. This won't be much fun if we're stuck inside all tomorrow."
Ronald Rizzato is quick to say "Forecasts are good until Wednesday at least." Yeah, and ugly after that, a strange coincidence. He looks at the fire, wondering if he will have the strength to sky tomorrow, today, he corrects himself. He slips the coat off, face all red from the fire nearby. "It's warm here by the fire." Micheal won't hear any no - everybody WILL go skying anyway. He sighs and stands, reaching to the small suitcase he left by the wall, opening it with a click. "So do you like Murakami, or not? Or you're not into novels?" He picks up a bag, opens it with his teeth, starts to roll a joint.Marya P. rouses from her reclined position to take a seat near the fire, choosing the heat of the flames over the comfort of soft cushions. "Well. if he thinks we'll have fun we probably will." The words sound a little silly even as she says them, making her privately wonder why she feels like proving herself to Michael even when he's not in the room. She turns to watch Ronald rolling the joint with a not particularly well-hidden interest, feeling her left side growing comfortably warm as its exposed to the fire. "I've never read it. What's it about?"
Ronald Rizzato checks the joint until he's satisfied. He reaches her and lights it with a zippo. "It's about.. well.. sucide and madness." He offers her the first drag, brow curled in a silent question. "But it's not just about that. Love, friendship.. tracing the path of a dead love. And of a new one that cannot be. It's not the story, though, it's how he writes."
Marya P. takes the joint lightly between two fingers and takes a long drag from it, offering it back as she exhales into the roaring fire. The effects are felt almost immediately, a pleasant fog filling her already drowsy mind. "It sounds beautiful. I'll have to read it someday." She reclines backwards a little further, elbows resting on the wooden floor as she curls in the heat of the fire. "Think we'll be all right up here? That was freaky today. I've never been in an accident."
Ronald Rizzato 's hand shivers some when she asks. "I've done my best to dodge.. that thing was, like, big." He sighs, closes his eyes and takes a long drag. "Well if we have some problems, we can just get stoned all the week, then Wren's parents will come and get us when it's over. I'd like to rest tomorrow.." He looks at her, his eyes losing focus for a moment. "But us, we're not going to make any decision, will we? I wonder if Wren and Micheal will argue. They are both so.. " He passes the joint back. ".. driven. I haven' ever seen Michael arguing with anyone, can you imagine?" He closes his eyes. He needs to talk with Michael first thing tomorrow about these cursed pills.
Marya P. nods in agreement with every step. She has to admit, it's more comfortable around Ronald than the other two, doubly so in knowing that he sees them the same way. "I know...it's like if he wants something it'll just happen, and he won't need to argue." She takes another drag, shorter this time, offering it back while still looking into the fire. "Both of them are like that. I'm always worried I'll disagree with them because I just know I'd turn out to be wrong." She glances again out the fogged window at the silhouetted trees. "They're probably right this time too. I mean, we came up here to have an adventure, it's not just going to come to us."
Ronald Rizzato touches her hand over the joint. Eyes flash, meeting for a quick moment, and seem to glide away in sync, as he breaks the fingers contact, a phantom touch of her small fingers lingering over his. "Yes, we are of the same kind. It's just natural. I don't like it but it's true that I need Micheal. We're always been friends but... disagreeing is just impossible" The joint makes him lighter, and he shifts on the floor, shoulder touching shoulder, eyes stuck on the fire. "It will be a great adventure." He notices he's been taking too many drags of the joint. "Darn, look at me, I didn't share.. hey, I'll make you another?"
Marya P. gives another yawn, more drowsy now, her fingers tracing light lines in the woodgrain a few inches from his leg. "All right, if you'll share it this time." She stretches out her legs, looking up to watch his progress. "Honestly, I can't wait. I want to try new things up here, live a little, you know? Just like they do."
Ronald Rizzato grins. She has not reacted to the shoulder touch. He rubs a little against her before returning to his feet, goes back to the briefcase. He's starting te feel nasty. Marya wants some adventure, and here it is ready for her. He takes his time in preparing another joint, doubling the dose of hashish this time. He exchanges smiles with her as he works. ".. coming. Well we're here for that reason.." the yawn, damn, wouldn't she fall asleep on him? "Relax and get some adventure." He laughs. "I can't think of Wren's boyfriend, that Tom, he'll feel so stupid if he ever learns he's been excluded from the fun." He lights the joints and passes it on to her, studying her expression. And her shape under the heavy clothes.
Marya P. feels the fuzziness of the joint wash over her mind like a comfortable blanket. Her hair nuzzles Ronald's shoulder a bit as he leans in, not really thinking, just enjoying the light touch of it. Though her face is still turned towards the fire, the side he can see holds a relaxed smile, the drugs and the fire making her feel really comfortable for the first time since the day began. She finishes her drag of the new joint before responding, as if her mind is reacting to slowly to the question. "Yeah...and here we are. Lucky us, right?"
Ronald Rizzato gives the smallest of drags and passes the joint back. "Yes, here we are." He passes his hand around her shoulders, pulls her nearer. He makes eye contact as she smokes. His hand on her shoulder gives a promise of softness and welcoming, and he tenses, offering his shoulder to her head. "Relax..." his fingers move on her back, massaging her around her spine, tracing her shoulderblades. "It's starting to get warm, is'nt it?"
Marya P. meets his eyes with that same relaxed smile, nuzzling a little closer until he can feel the soft rise and fall of her right breast beneath his arm. As their eyes meet she smiles, still not really thinking, the sight of his handsome features combined with the warm fingers around her shoulders further soothing her, responding instinctually now. "Mmm, yes...its very warm..."
Ronald Rizzato moved away, slowly letting her back to the floor, head on his arm, the joint still in her lips. He reached down her sweater and started undoing her buttons, fast, nervously. "Well we're likely too clothed to sit by the fire." She looked soft and vulnerable, with her large eyes. He was aroused and tense. Without breaking eye contact, he took the joint off her lips. His head went down, a kiss that started awkwardly.
Marya P. is woken a little from her drowsiness by the light tug as the buttons of her sweater come undone, the nervousness in his hands as he starts to undress her a contrast from the warm soothing embrace. For the first time she wonders if this is exactly what she wants, the thought surfacing up through the layers of warm fog permeating her mind. Her lips part, perhaps to express this thought, just as his descend, their mouths pressing together in the fire's warmth. Her drowsy mind does not try to end the kiss, preferring to forego any concerns she might have in favor of the feel of his warmth body covering her own like a blanket.
Ronald Rizzato was feeling high. She wasn't pushing him away. His hands went under the clothes he had unbuttoned, on her skin, searching for the living hills of her breasts. He felt her ribs, then the compressed softness. His touch was rough, but the contact made him relax in the kiss, lips softening, his tongue peeking to search for hers. He was between her legs, pressing against her hips. He thought of Michael, well, pal, seems I'm the first to score - and he could not contain a small chuckle of victory straight over her lips.
Marya P. feels like things are moving a bit too quickly, hands suddenly beneath her sweater, gripping at the bare skin of her midriff and sliding upwards. The vibration of the chuckle and the strange taste of his tongue makes her uncomfortable, the press of his hips into the yielding space between her legs clearly seeking more from her than warmth and cuddling. Still in a state of half-consciousness she squirms a bit in his grip, almost imperceptibly, hoping the movement will express what her lips can't mid-kiss.
Ronald Rizzato didn't really know how to touch her breasts, but he made up for that with quantity, his hands eager, nervous, fast, he wanted as much contact as he could get. He barely felt her shiver and squirm. His desire impossible to contain now, he send his hand between their hips, touching her sex under the shirt, slding up, clumsily pulling her tights down, waiting for her help.
Marya P. is drawn a little more out of her daze by the clumsy groping of his hands. Her left hand reaches up to lightly grip at the wrist beneath her shirt while her right presses on his waist, no real strength in either of them. Another stronger shiver runs through her body as one of the nervous hands slides beneath her skirt and pulls her leggings down, exposing her sex to the air. She begins to shake her head into the kiss now, the desire to slow things down growing more urgent in her foggy mind.
Ronald Rizzato pants through his nose. He can't believe she allowed her to pull her clothes down. His hands reaches for her bush, recoils at the touch, as if scared, then returns to it. He passes his fingers in her pubic hair and slides down, his nose bumps on her nose, eyes wide in a mute exchange, his express only his lust. He tugs at his zipper, he's not going to let the moment pass, pulls his throbbing snake off, then roughly opens her lower lip with his hand, and slams his hips down. At the wrong position and angle. His cock slides on her thigh, head up, and he presses his balls over her sex. He searches for something to say. "Mmmh Marya."Marya P. feels his urgency growing and begins to feel a distant panic. It feels like just seconds ago that they were talking and now their bodies are pressed together, his hands all over her, pulling hers and now his own pants down. Her eyes widen as she feels what can only be his shaft sliding along the smooth skin of her inner thigh, hairy balls sliding over the sensitive lips of her sex. Her body squirms and twists a little more strongly beneath his, her lips mouthing the word "wait" which comes out only as a muffled moan.
Ronald Rizzato mutters "Mmh you're going to like this." He will blush so much later, when he thinks of his words, but now he only needs to get lost inside her softness. He breaks the kiss and moves her, setting his body to her center. He looks down and with his hand, he sets his cock right. She's saying something, what? Here it goes. He pushes his cock in with his hand, closes his eyes as her softness starts to engulf him, the gentle resistance of her gates broken by his weight. He stops with his cock half in, half out of her sex. "Wow. That's great Marya.. feels so good.. "
Ronald Rizzato 's lust fog begins to dissipate. What is she saying. Oh no, he groans. "Wa-wait? but I'm.." He pulls back a little, but then his hips return to press inside her. He's shaking, torn between desire - just slam it into her until she screams, you idiot - and his conscience - you're hurting a friend, what kind of person are you? His cock mirrors his indecision. He pulls off a little, then in again. "You're.. you're not serious are you? It feels so good and we are.. well I thought we were more than friends."
Marya P. 's face shows some relief as he seems to calm down, despite the fact that he is still pressed inside her. She feels sudden awkwardness at breaking his mood, not remembering exactly what she said in her drowsy state, but knowing that she must have led him on somehow for him to act this way. "I'm sorry, I just...I'm sort of wasted right now. Can we maybe talk about this tomorrow?" Her tone is gentle, trying to let him down easy, feeling like a fool for letting things go so far. "We've got a whole week here, there's plenty of time to talk." Though she tries to speak firmly, her hesitant tone reflects some of her own indecision, a part of her wondering if this is what she meant when she'd promised herself adventure.
Ronald Rizzato swallows his saliva. It's got a strange taste. He pulls his cock out a bit of a time, treasuring that last contact, lust turning in rage. "talk about this tomorrow. Sure. We can discuss it with the others at breakfast." He stands on his knees when he turns on the side, grabbing his coat, throwing it over his shoulders. "I need air. Sorry if I pushed you to something you didn't want to do" his voice bitter. A moment after he's walking to the door, a moment again and the door slams closed, accompained by a chilling gust of wind.
Marya P. bites her lip as she watches him leave, wanting to speak but having no idea what to say. Feeling the chill blow in from the door she reflexively pulls her leggings back up, then buries her head in one hand, groaning to herself at having messed things up. She sorts through hazy memories of the night's events, knowing she needs to apologize but uncertain exactly what for. She waits like that for several minutes, hoping he'll come back inside before making her way back upstairs and stumbling to bed.
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