Author's Note: Better late than never? I had to really make an effort to write again.
Dedication: To GlisteningShadow. You know why. You're always there for me. Even exactly one year on :)
Chapter 4: Touch.
She beat me to the honey, though it's more like she has beaten me to and consumed the honey a long time before I ever found the right table to sit at because I have never endured a moment so sweet. My fingers are currently touching hers. I daren't move. I don't want to ruin it.
My eyes have not moved from staring at the vision of my fingers on hers, I don't know where she is looking but she hasn't pulled away…which is good. I don't know why I am even thinking that, I shouldn't be, I'm pretty sure she likes me. As each second passes though, those voices of doubt fade away like a quiet mouse to the back of my mind to be replaced by the louder elephant in the room; I haven't said anything or moved my hand in what feels like minutes now.
"Erm," my ever reliable wit coming to save me, "sorry."
"It's okay."
Move your hand now Lilly… My brain is usually in charge of my outer extremities, but it seems it has lost control of this clumsy vessel. I don't want to move it. A simple, small, accidental touch shouldn't have an affect of these proportions. I've shaken many hands in my life, being the business woman that I am, men and women, some even famous, but none have given me this sense of awe struck nature. We're not even shaking hands, we're barely touching, god forbid if we high fived or something. This current predicament has reverted myself into the accident-prone child I was and that I have been ever since this brunette cast her first dizzying spell upon me.
My fingertips move down her sleek fingers to the back of her hand in an action that I don't remember sanctioning. My hand has taken on a life of its own, which is worrying in a sense. Smooth, very soft and vast amounts of warmth, not just from the feel of her hand but she just seems to radiate it without even trying. I haven't gazed into her eyes so I don't know what she thinks of me holding her hand like this. I bring my other hand to form underneath hers and bring it to rest in front of me on the table. I gently place my hand on top of hers, her hand now clasped between mine, like a Miley sandwich…dirty thought.
"Satisfied?" She queries but the tone of her voice is light and seemingly endearing to my odd behaviour.
"Yeah…" I respond weakly, too busy letting my finger lightly write imaginary letters on the top of her hand. All thoughts of her being freaked out by this have long since gone. I know, for some reason, I just know she likes this. I feel comfortable now, not like before all fingers and thumbs, shying away. She just brings something out of me, I don't exactly know what or how but all I do know is I would like more of it.
I've only met this charming, spirited woman but every morsel of blood within me is summoned by her mere touch, the sound of her voice and invigorating scent. Each new wave of sense I discover is like the beginning of a new meeting for me. They endear me towards her more and more. To the point I turn into a doe eyed mountain of mush.
She giggles. No idea why, I've been lost in my thoughts while staring down at her hand in mine, tracing invisible lines over the back of her hand.
"You're aware of what you are spelling aren't you?" She asks. I look up to meet her gaze, her eyes look so happy, like they've just found something they thought they had lost forever. Her exuberant smile causes my fingers to stop moving around.
"What?" I ask obliviously.
"You keep spelling out your name on the back of my hand. Lilly." She brings her other hand upon mine to stop me from moving them away after probably sensing the small twitch in my fingers when she pointed out what I've been doing.
"Oh, um, well, I thought," What? You thought what? You can't explain this. You thought you would trace your name on her hand so if she ever got lost people would return her to you? Don't be so sappy, maybe-
"It's alright. I found it kinda sweet and calming. I've been nervous ever since I gave someone a wake up call this morning, which is why I've been talking your ears off." I'm touch by her honesty.
"Good nervous or bad nervous?" I ask.
"I didn't know there was a difference."
"Sure there is, for instance if you're about to give a speech to 2000 people and you get jittery backstage and accidently throw up in what you thought was a bin but was the universities, just been won, basketball trophy…that's bad nervous." She smiles laughing, probably realising that isn't completely fictitious example.
"What's good nervous then?"
I ponder for a second, wondering if I should use this opportunity, I decide to go for it, why stop now? "Well… a good nervous is the first day of your dream job, you know, you're finally doing what you've always wanted to do, you're still slightly nervous though." I look down to our hands clasped together, a joyous feeling swiftly bubbles through to the surface triggering a wide smile and I look back to Miley to further my explanation, "Another example of good nervous is finally meeting that person you've been waiting for, whether it's been years, months, weeks or just a morning."
She doesn't say anything, she just looks at me. Her eyes never once leave mine as she takes her hand away from our house of hands, stands up and brings the chair she was sitting on to be placed next to me. Our hands now together again between the two of us, she faces me, "You know, ever since I met you, you've been so…"
I take a moment to think up my own ending to that sentence; Charming, adorable, cute, sweet?
"Weird."
"Oh…thanks."
"Don't worry, you're my type of weird," she smiles once again, bringing her finger to brush away a loose bang of blonde hair behind my ear. Her touch is elegant, with no urgency to rush her hand away from the cheek she now softly caresses.
Closing my eyes, I instinctively lean into her hand, craving a little more touch, more warmth. I want her to keep her hand there for as long as possible. If she found what I was doing before calming, I find this probably more so. No thoughts running through my mind anymore, no worries, no more 'is this weird' post-it notes popping up in my head, I've lost to peace.
I slowly open my eyes to see Miley only a few inches from me. "Can I do something I've wanted to do for a while now?" She asks as her breath tickles my lips.
I give a quick smile and a nod. As she slowly moves forward bringing her lips closer to touch mine, I glance down to see her tongue gently lick her lips in anticipation. As I look back to her eyes they begin to close, her flashes of blue never stop glistening.
I start to close my own eyes feeling her warm breath touch my barely parted lips, awaiting another meeting…
Author's Note: Thanks for reading. It's been so long since I've written anything, I don't know if this is up to scratch. So reviews would be nice :)
