Five Senses

Oscar and André

There are kinda two parts to this: Naughty & Nice. I was hit with a sudden "ooooo" of inspiration... Or was it perspiration, lol... which rarely happens. I think second part of this may be a bit too innapropriate for particularly young eyes so, It's rated M... You'll come to see why. Lemons are embarrassing so they aren't lemons but they are limey, kinda. They make me blush. Josie IS a PRUDE. Today I'm gonna start off with nice, which may have some couple fluffiness but you'll see. Bah! Just read. Lol.

Touch'

André closed both eyes. Goosebumps covered his body as Oscar cried and ran her index finger over the skin which had healed. It felt softer, more delicate. Not to say his face wasn't smooth, it was just quite different, and It hurt quite a bit to know he was injured for her own sake.

Taste'

André bit into an apple. Oscar watched him as he chewed the peice, and his eyebrows slowly rose. "André, Why do you like apples so much? What is it about the taste?" André, kissed her and smiled. "...Can you taste that?" Oscar pulled on her uniform coat, then boot and whispered, "Yes". She pulled her other boot up. "They're sweet." At that André grinned. "Exactly like you."

Sight'

André pointed out the pink tinted clouds. He tried to assure her of the things that he saw. Some how this morning his vision was just a tiny bit clearer. The windows were open to the sky. He kissed her eyes, nose and mouth, and watched with his faded vision, his wife glowing gold on the sunrise of their love.

Sound'

Little Oscar laughed wholeheartedly between hiccups. André had tried to scare her to no avail. So, he tried his other options. He made her hold her breath, then drink a bit of water. He tried tickling her, but then... He broke wind. (OMG, WTF) Oscar was left in a giggling heap, still hiccuping.

Scent'

André smelled so good. She huddled closer to him. It was cold and autumn had come, letting them enjoy bonfires and sweet apples. She breathed in pretending to stretch. She could smell firewood, hay and of course apples. The smell of him was comforting, so she leaned toward him and rested her head on his shoulder.