Bangkok, Suvarnabhumi Airport
Scene 3
It was only two days later that things brightened up a bit: Jelena Jansson, the professor's assistant had contacted the «Department» via sms – from Bangkok. «Your ticket to paradise», Marie had remarked dryly on the phone, while handing him the travel coordinates. Maille almost could see the face she made while making the observation. Ah, how dearly would he have liked to kiss her then, how much would he have liked to wipe out the light contempt on her lips with his tongue, to smell her skin from closest of close and inhale her Trigonel-Perfume deeply into his lungs.
«Perhaps your hormones will force you to have a longer stay in the Land of Willing Laughter», said Marie, throwing tenderness to the winds. It was too late for explanations. The misunderstanding between them had reached a point that it could only be cleared up in a physical way – with force, so to say, something that could naturally, were the timing wrong, go completely off the tangent.