Fireworks
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Midnight.
Darkness in the great hall.
"...Happy New Year, ladies and gentlemen." Peter said and kissed Emily on the podium.
"Happy New Year!" Barbara and Thomas whispered simultaneously right before their lips melted into each other.
The ensemble played Auld Lang Syne and most guests joined in singing. Barbara and Thomas did not - their lips were busy with something extremely more important. When the second verse of the song played the world outside exploded in green. Through all 576 panels of the huge window in the great hall the fireworks blinked and flashed from outside and the party guests moved nearer to it with delighted Awws and Ooohs.
Unaffected by all this Barbara and Thomas stood in the hidden corner on the other side and held each other close. Barbara had her arms wound around his neck, crossed at her wrists and Thomas had put his hands on her hips pulling her into him.
Their eyes were closed and they kissed deeply, enjoying their own little private fireworks.
Initially they just had pressed their lips softly against the other one's for the first time on this party but soon Barbara had started to nibble gently at his bottom lip and finally his tongue found its way into her mouth and he twisted it around hers in a mellow rage. With gentle but undeniable desire their hips were firmly pressed into the other one's body.
For what seemed like hours they stood there kissing tenderly. Eventually they came up in need for air, both heavily breathing onto the opposite face while outside it banged and thundered and flashed in green.
"I love you." he sighed.
Barbara smiled herself into his dark eyes and he drowned himself in her smile.
Eyes went shut and their lips met again. Then he whispered onto hers.
"I've asked for completely green fireworks this year just for your sake."
He kissed her.
"Emerald fireworks like the little green gem on your neck."
He gave her another gentle kiss.
"Emerald fireworks like your sparkling emerald eyes, Barbara."
She gave him another tender kiss.
"Emerald fireworks are exploding in my brain..." He kissed her. "...in my heart..." He kissed her. "...and in mmmh..." She kissed him. "...my belly..."
Then he kissed her lingering. "...when I see you..." he mumbled without loosing contact to her lips. "...or hear you..." he muttered onto her mouth. "...or smell you..." he murmured with his nose gently rubbing hers. "...or kiss you..."
Their lips met for some more tender moments in the flashing green lights from outside.
"I love you, Barbara." he whispered. "Happy New Year."
"Happy New Year, Thomas." Their mouths melted again.
"I love you." she aspirated onto his lips with abated breath.
Her eyes sprung open and widened when she felt his body stiffen, when she saw his pupils dilate after those words, when her heart stopped for a second, when both realized that she really had said it aloud. Those three little words, ever so lightly weighing more than the world, suddenly had come so easily to her.
A broad and happy smile appeared on her face, mirrored by his.
"I love you, Thomas." she breathlessly repeated and, as if she enjoyed saying it, she said it again.
Her voice was steady now. "I love you."
Unbreaking his smile his lips crashed onto hers.
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