Hiya! This is my first story. Sorry for the INSANE shortness of this little thing, I just thought sometimes short and sweet is best. I actually have a whole story idea based off of this dinky chapter of adorable, so if you want that just "holla". Is that what people say? Do people still say that? The poem I bring up in this is "You and Me and P.B. Shelley" It's lovely.
Satin sheets and limbs were twisted together, fingers stroking softly in a loving manner. Emerald, ruby, white, and violet. The two lovers lay wrapped nude together the best they could with a large protruding belly in the way.
A kick, resulting in giggles from the two.
A three pronged finger rested on the top of the balloon of flesh, feeling all movement.
Sweet and tender.
"What shall we name her?" The lower voice asked. Ruby eyes connecting with amber. His hot breath wisped across round cheeks. It made her shiver, the breath on her cheeks. A rare smile sliced her face.
"Regen." She said, allowing her breath to flow across his features as he had done.
A brow was risen.
A confused face. What a strange name.
She sensed the confusion, maybe he needed an explaination.
"It means 'rain' in German." She said simply. German was her first language; learning it from her mother.
A nod of acceptence.
A tighter grip.
Satin sheets and limps.
Silence.
Glow ruby eyes stay open, just slivers. Pondering.
"Little Gaz, what is life?" He asked genuinely.
Amber meet ruby. A stange combination. The question reminded her of a poem she had read years before.
"Life is pulling doors marked PUSH and pushing doors marked PULL." Is what she said. He understood, barely able to read Earth languages.
A nod.
A snuggle.
A kick.
Giggles.
Satin sheets and twisted limbs.