Kofta Curry

Bez brings home Indian take-out, and we have dinner on the sofa while watching The English Patient. She has no patience for Ralph Fiennes being all dewy-eyed over Kristin Scott Thomas, but she indulges me my desire to watch it, mainly because of the horrible crush I have on Naveen Andrews, who mostly is known for his role as Sayid on Lost. I can’t say how many times I lay beneath the afghan on my couch, eyeing him with a feverish hunger that only grew more fierce the more I tried to sate it. I feel like a fluttery schoolgirl when watching him, and it’s a feeling both embarrassing and sublime.

“He wears a turban well,” Bez says. “I’ll give him that.”

“He doesn’t wear one even better,” I say. “I’d let him tie me up with that hair any day.”

“It’s not his real hair, obviously. It’s extensions.”

“Hush. Don’t take what meager fantasies I have away. This is as close to romance as I have right now.”

“So sad,” she says. “Those lips of yours, going to waste. Such deliciousness.”

“Shut up. I’m trying to push last night down into a little box in my head and never open it again.”

“I love it when you’re embarrassed,” she says. “I might have to let you kiss me again.”

“Be quiet.”

“Never,” Bez says. “Not when you’re so easy to make blush.”

“I’m not blushing,” I say, though of course I am. I am easy to work, when one knows how best to go about it, and Bez is certainly the master of it.

“Does this mean I’m banished to the couch tonight?” she asks, poking her fork into her kofta curry. “For not stopping you from trying to devour my face last night?”

“No,” I say. “I’ll do my best to control myself.”

“Good. See that you do.”

We watch a few more minutes of the movie in comfortable silence before Bez says, “But so you know?”


“If you try to do it again, I’m not going to try to stop you.”

I blush far, far too easily.

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  1. I like her, your Bez.

    We even agree on The English Patient.

    • Kameko

       /  January 10, 2012

      I don’t care about The English Patient.

      I just care about the lovely Kip…

  2. Spicy sweet.

    • Kameko

       /  January 10, 2012

      My favorite kind of sweet!

      I wish that there had been leftovers, but really, when are there ever leftovers from take-out Indian?


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