43 This is all we needed

Steve

She was in my house all day. All day. She never left. She called me even if she knew I was shooting because she "might have broken your toilet..."

I found her on my couch watching porn. She was staring intently at the contorted bodies spread out in so many ways on the wide screen that she didn't hear me come in. Only when I plopped down on the couch beside her did she squeal and shut my TV off.

The television was off so there was nothing to see, but the video player was still going and the sound system was still going and there was just obscene moaning surrounding us, building up simultaneously with the growing horror on Missy's face. I had to laugh.

I grabbed the remote and turned off everything I needed to turn off. As I did, Missy was trying to explain what I had caught her doing. "I was trying to turn the AC on just now and I think I picked up the wrong remote control..." she said, obviously lying through her teeth as the hum of the AC picked up without the other noises in the room.

"That's not my porn, by the way," I decided to play this lying game with her. "Where did you get that?"

"How was the shoot?" she decided to quickly change the subject. "You didn't get in trouble for being late?" And she added, "Or for me calling everyone in your band including Ned?"

I shook my head to answer her first question and asked her, "Are you hungry?" as she asked her second question, causing me to immediately reply, "You called everyone?"

"Nobody was answering except for Ned who said he wasn't with you guys," she replied. "I usually call Jamie first, but he wasn't picking up so I had to try everyone else, even LJ. Have you eaten? I fried us some Spam."

She tried to get up from the couch, but I had moved as well and the shifting of the cushions forced her to lose her balance and she fell into the couch again, specifically, into me because of gravity. I caught her back with my chest and took her arms to hold her up as she tried to find her composure and balance, laughing at the same time. Her laugh was such a beautiful melody.

We laughed on the couch for a while and she was no longer struggling to get up, her body fully relaxed as she leaned on me, my arms around hers and we comfortably sat in this embrace, as if we sit like this all the time. Maybe we do, sometimes. Rarely. She smelled like cherry blossoms and I felt that we didn't need Spam or new albums or music videos or royalties or bandmates who were probably never going to forgive you or stalkers who leave dismembered cats on your doormat.

I watched her smile, no worries on her beautiful face. This is all we needed.

A heat started flowing through my body and I realised I had no idea what to do. I never make the first move. Would I ruin this moment if I suddenly kissed her? Would she never speak to me again?

And then she ruined it by asking, "So, do you prefer hetero porn?"

I pushed her off me. "Okay, where's that Spam?" She giggled all the way to the kitchen as I got up and adjusted my pants to accommodate my new awkward hardness.