My eyes slowly meet the rest of the world, dim in front of me. The tip of a
crisp sheet tickles my chin. In a morning fashion, I breathe in deeply just
to inhale the luminescent air around me. Sun gliding like petals on water
across the bedspread out of view.
His arms encircle my body, his chest with gentle breaths meeting mine. Softly, lopsided circles are drawn on my right arm. A smile creeps upon my face, that warm tingling sensation within my lips. Happily familiar, I know it. One hand falls downward to my stomach, resting there sweetly.
Taking an opportunity like no other, I caress the back of the hand with my thumb alone.
A single kiss on the back of my neck, right above the start of my back, breaks the barrier. Gently, I glide into the home and shelter I've come to know from him. My palm falls into a silent position on his now.
"You're awake," a throaty whisper comes.
My head bows in a blushing action. "You woke me up."
Lips travel farther down, halting somewhere on my spine. "Did I?"
Too content to nod, I speak again: "Yes. Yes, you did."
He moves closer. Shoulders shrug against my body and I chuckle in one breath. "Are you tired?"
I bring my head to the side. His face, closed eyes equipped, appears. Slightly surprised, his expression explains. His façade, completely, serenely staid (and quite entertaining).
Eyes determinedly fixed on one another, we meet in a slow kiss. A soft collision we've mastered together, our own endless song we've learned to tango to. We barely break, our lips just apart. Foreheads united in the center of us both, our eyes close again, as if in prayer.
I turn around again, smug in his hold. The two of us facing the window with wonder, watching the sunlight trip through the window sill.
My eyes shut again, hoping to fall away in his arms.
Voice against my skin, it takes, "I have something for you."
"A surprise?"
"Something like that." His body shifts, slightly as he reaches the opposite way. I can't see him, so my curiosity is obviously imaginable.
His arms wrap around me again, hands clasped together in front of me. Something sits inside of them that I'm not able to identify.
"Open it."
"For me?" I kid. My hands, with the weariness of the early hour, attempt to pull apart his fingers. "You open it for me."
When he does, I'm floored. A small, black box is before me. Sitting perfectly inside of his palm with all of its grandeur, I dare not open it yet.
My head is cocked to the side, studying the image before my eyes. I kindly take the box from his hand, bringing it closer. Running a finger over the material as its case, my eyes analyze the gift.
"Here." He finds the object from my hands and fixes it into his own. Pulling back the lid, a simple diamond ring is revealed.
A smirk takes wonder of my face, and my head is angled to the other side. I back down to his chest, and move to take the ring. In the stead, he places it on my finger in one sweet motion.
"You like it?"
"I love it."
We mold closer to the other. He switches, hovering over me. "What do you think?"
The memorable smirk doesn't fade, coming in contact with his same set impression: sober as anything. Lips mesh together so smoothly, it's amazing that we haven't noticed our perfected art.
"I love it."
His eyes are immediately above mine. "And," he begins with a nervous sigh, "what do you say?"
I melt under him. "I say yes."
--
I don't know where that came from. Just fell asleep to the idea, forgot it through dreams, then awoke with the same thought. All in the process of a few hours from 1:30 - 4:00 this morning. ;)
manda
His arms encircle my body, his chest with gentle breaths meeting mine. Softly, lopsided circles are drawn on my right arm. A smile creeps upon my face, that warm tingling sensation within my lips. Happily familiar, I know it. One hand falls downward to my stomach, resting there sweetly.
Taking an opportunity like no other, I caress the back of the hand with my thumb alone.
A single kiss on the back of my neck, right above the start of my back, breaks the barrier. Gently, I glide into the home and shelter I've come to know from him. My palm falls into a silent position on his now.
"You're awake," a throaty whisper comes.
My head bows in a blushing action. "You woke me up."
Lips travel farther down, halting somewhere on my spine. "Did I?"
Too content to nod, I speak again: "Yes. Yes, you did."
He moves closer. Shoulders shrug against my body and I chuckle in one breath. "Are you tired?"
I bring my head to the side. His face, closed eyes equipped, appears. Slightly surprised, his expression explains. His façade, completely, serenely staid (and quite entertaining).
Eyes determinedly fixed on one another, we meet in a slow kiss. A soft collision we've mastered together, our own endless song we've learned to tango to. We barely break, our lips just apart. Foreheads united in the center of us both, our eyes close again, as if in prayer.
I turn around again, smug in his hold. The two of us facing the window with wonder, watching the sunlight trip through the window sill.
My eyes shut again, hoping to fall away in his arms.
Voice against my skin, it takes, "I have something for you."
"A surprise?"
"Something like that." His body shifts, slightly as he reaches the opposite way. I can't see him, so my curiosity is obviously imaginable.
His arms wrap around me again, hands clasped together in front of me. Something sits inside of them that I'm not able to identify.
"Open it."
"For me?" I kid. My hands, with the weariness of the early hour, attempt to pull apart his fingers. "You open it for me."
When he does, I'm floored. A small, black box is before me. Sitting perfectly inside of his palm with all of its grandeur, I dare not open it yet.
My head is cocked to the side, studying the image before my eyes. I kindly take the box from his hand, bringing it closer. Running a finger over the material as its case, my eyes analyze the gift.
"Here." He finds the object from my hands and fixes it into his own. Pulling back the lid, a simple diamond ring is revealed.
A smirk takes wonder of my face, and my head is angled to the other side. I back down to his chest, and move to take the ring. In the stead, he places it on my finger in one sweet motion.
"You like it?"
"I love it."
We mold closer to the other. He switches, hovering over me. "What do you think?"
The memorable smirk doesn't fade, coming in contact with his same set impression: sober as anything. Lips mesh together so smoothly, it's amazing that we haven't noticed our perfected art.
"I love it."
His eyes are immediately above mine. "And," he begins with a nervous sigh, "what do you say?"
I melt under him. "I say yes."
--
I don't know where that came from. Just fell asleep to the idea, forgot it through dreams, then awoke with the same thought. All in the process of a few hours from 1:30 - 4:00 this morning. ;)
manda