Out here the hills roll on for miles,
The sun is like my own sense of direction,
I'm always draw to each horizon
When it rises, when it sets
And all I can think about is sex
The last of the suns light radiated from edge of the sea, a soft glow in peach and apricot that made everything it touched seem almost unearthly but somehow more beautiful. Up on the cliff top the wind was stronger, a resilient, buffeting force that seemed determined to ruin our evening. I sighed, closing my eyes briefly as I pushed myself deeper into his chest. Usually I hate being short, but this is one advantage: being the perfect fit. My head just comes to under His chin, our bodies like matching moulds; every ridge and valley, every change, every undulation mirrored exactly in the other.
I was tiered, it had been long day at the clinic. Just general work stuff, nothing out of the ordinary, but I was glad to get away from it all. As the sun sank lower and lower my eyelids began to follow suit, drooping as I ran my hands through the deep purple heather. The same colour as his shirt.
"Tiered?"
"Bit."
"Work?"
"Yeah."
"Tell me."
I shrugged as I shredded more purple leaves, "it's nothing, I'm just glad it's over for the day. Now shhh, you're going to miss the best bit!"
He obeyed, turning his attention back to the setting sun.
Three.
Two.
One.
And then it was fully submerged beneath the waves until tomorrow. Darkness breathed a sigh of relief and seemed to come out of its waiting room for the treat of the night.
"I love sunsets," I said "beautiful."
"Beautiful." he agreed. But when I turned, smiling, to look at him again, I saw that his eyes weren't on the now glow free horizon but fixed on my face. I blushed furiously.
"Why are you looking at me like that?"
"Like what?"
"You're doing a look..."
"No I'm not, it's just my face!"
"I don't believe you..." I muttered.
"I love you."
"I love you too," I smiled, "do you ever plan that or just say it randomly?"
He shrugged, "Whenever I want to." wrapping one arm tighter around my shoulder he continued, "you have nice eyes."
That made me laugh, mainly because it's so out of character. "Been reading up on compliments have you?"
"No, I just like them. What's wrong with that?"
"Nothing, just, they're only grey. Boring. Not like yours." I turned to look him straight in his own piercing blue eyes, he smiled.
"I like grey."
And suddenly I've decided I do to. I'm not particularly insecure, well, not really, but I'm always happier of everyone else is too. I aim to please, and if dull grey is good enough for him, it's good enough for me. Grinning like an idiot, I bring one arm up behind his head, winding my fingers into the dark ringlets.
"So you liked the sunset?"
"I get the impression I would have enjoyed it a lot less without you."
"I think that's the idea," I grin, pushing his head lower so I can plant a kiss on his forehead.
"Are you still cold?" his concern is touching, he never normally checks up on things like this.
"Bit." I pause before continuing, "you want to go back?"
"Yes." then he smiles again, "I'm assuming you're going to be cold at night too..."
"Yes, I'll sleep on your bed, you only have to ask."
"You always say I can't just ask for stuff, you said 'don't be abrupt, fit it into the conversation'."
"Yeah but this different, relationships are better simple. Plus, I already know how socially challenged you are, I'm not easily surprised anymore." I nudge him playfully in the ribs; he ignores me.
"So you will?"
"Of course."
We stand in unison, hands still linked, and head back the way we came; the offshore spring breeze ruffling his hair, the sand squeezing between our toes, the first stars peeping out from behind the clouds. It's a peaceful and content atmosphere and the prospect of another perfect night raises my spirits even more.
