He wrapped the sleepy figure beside him in a sheet and carried her to the steps. It hadn't started yet but almost.
She knew what he was doing but she didn't want him to know she was awake. No particular reason. She wanted to see this sunrise – she didn't want to miss it so curiosity pried her eyes open.
"Good morning." He whispered
She smiled and kissed him. "Good morning."
She could quite happily of looked into those eyes all day. Forget the sunrise.
"You're going to miss the show." He pulled his eyes away from hers, turning to the east.
She let her eyes linger on him for just a few more moments then leaned her head on his shoulder. She was so relaxed her eyes would hardly stay open. But then the sun peaked over the horizon. Her breath caught in her throat.
He turned to see her reaction. His breath caught in his throat. Damn… He couldn't take his eyes off her, eyes wide, reflecting a brilliant sky, a simply contented smile gracing those lips – those lips he could kiss whenever he liked for the rest of his life… her hair all ruffled from making love to him, from trying to sleep without moving any further away from him than absolutely necessary. What he couldn't tear his eyes away from was as much this beautiful sight as the remarkable thing that it was - that she so desperately adored him – all that she was that amazed him was more… it was for him. She was his to enjoy. He pulled her closer, sitting a step above her so she sat between his legs. He kissed her bare shoulders. She could barely watch the sunrise for wanting to sink into him, to just disappear. She was so relaxed there.
"I love you Mark," was all she could say. There were speeches that might almost say all that had her stunned into sleepiness but that pretty much covered it.
"I'm glad you like it." He kissed her neck. She'd seen enough. They had many mornings to enjoy the sunrise. She twisted herself around so she was kneeling on the step facing him. She kissed the invisible line up the middle of his chest, his neck, stopping in the hollow before his bottom lip. In one swift movement he lifted her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist finally meeting his lips as he backed through the door.
"Did you grow up here?" She asked him as they walked along the beach.
"Not exactly. But this is the best bit." He kicked the shallow water so it sprayed ahead but the wind pushed it back on them. It was hardly cold but he got the reaction he wanted. She gasped and pushed him deeper. He grabbed her, taking her with him.
When they were both soaked and waist deep in the waves he signed a truce with a kiss. She gave in immediately, loving the taste of salt on his lips. "So where did you grow up?" she pulled him shallower to continue on their walk.
"At the base."
"Oh, come on. I want to know."
He sighed, "Really?"
She nodded like it was a silly question.
"I'll take you there."
"Good." She nodded curtly.
"Damn you're beautiful." He kissed her hand.
"You…" she spun him to face her. "You are…" she kissed him, forgetting what she was going to say.
"I'm what?" he pulled back.
She shook her head slightly, amazement in her eyes. "More than I ever…" she shrugged, not wanting to sound hallmark. A satisfied sigh escaped her lips. "Of everything I've ever wanted, I would never have thought to ask for you – for this… it's more than I could have dreamt up. You amaze me everyday."
"That's going to be hard to keep up."
"No." she shook her head. "Cause mostly it's the normal stuff that you don't even notice. Like these." Her thumb lined the side of his eye, "Smile lines." She grinned cheekily, tiptoeing to kiss them.
"Well wrinkles won't be so hard to keep up. It's getting rid of them that's the trick."
She ignored him. She was serious. She hugged him, kissing his chest where her head lay, just once.
He kissed her hair. "Thank you."
She knew what he was doing but she didn't want him to know she was awake. No particular reason. She wanted to see this sunrise – she didn't want to miss it so curiosity pried her eyes open.
"Good morning." He whispered
She smiled and kissed him. "Good morning."
She could quite happily of looked into those eyes all day. Forget the sunrise.
"You're going to miss the show." He pulled his eyes away from hers, turning to the east.
She let her eyes linger on him for just a few more moments then leaned her head on his shoulder. She was so relaxed her eyes would hardly stay open. But then the sun peaked over the horizon. Her breath caught in her throat.
He turned to see her reaction. His breath caught in his throat. Damn… He couldn't take his eyes off her, eyes wide, reflecting a brilliant sky, a simply contented smile gracing those lips – those lips he could kiss whenever he liked for the rest of his life… her hair all ruffled from making love to him, from trying to sleep without moving any further away from him than absolutely necessary. What he couldn't tear his eyes away from was as much this beautiful sight as the remarkable thing that it was - that she so desperately adored him – all that she was that amazed him was more… it was for him. She was his to enjoy. He pulled her closer, sitting a step above her so she sat between his legs. He kissed her bare shoulders. She could barely watch the sunrise for wanting to sink into him, to just disappear. She was so relaxed there.
"I love you Mark," was all she could say. There were speeches that might almost say all that had her stunned into sleepiness but that pretty much covered it.
"I'm glad you like it." He kissed her neck. She'd seen enough. They had many mornings to enjoy the sunrise. She twisted herself around so she was kneeling on the step facing him. She kissed the invisible line up the middle of his chest, his neck, stopping in the hollow before his bottom lip. In one swift movement he lifted her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist finally meeting his lips as he backed through the door.
"Did you grow up here?" She asked him as they walked along the beach.
"Not exactly. But this is the best bit." He kicked the shallow water so it sprayed ahead but the wind pushed it back on them. It was hardly cold but he got the reaction he wanted. She gasped and pushed him deeper. He grabbed her, taking her with him.
When they were both soaked and waist deep in the waves he signed a truce with a kiss. She gave in immediately, loving the taste of salt on his lips. "So where did you grow up?" she pulled him shallower to continue on their walk.
"At the base."
"Oh, come on. I want to know."
He sighed, "Really?"
She nodded like it was a silly question.
"I'll take you there."
"Good." She nodded curtly.
"Damn you're beautiful." He kissed her hand.
"You…" she spun him to face her. "You are…" she kissed him, forgetting what she was going to say.
"I'm what?" he pulled back.
She shook her head slightly, amazement in her eyes. "More than I ever…" she shrugged, not wanting to sound hallmark. A satisfied sigh escaped her lips. "Of everything I've ever wanted, I would never have thought to ask for you – for this… it's more than I could have dreamt up. You amaze me everyday."
"That's going to be hard to keep up."
"No." she shook her head. "Cause mostly it's the normal stuff that you don't even notice. Like these." Her thumb lined the side of his eye, "Smile lines." She grinned cheekily, tiptoeing to kiss them.
"Well wrinkles won't be so hard to keep up. It's getting rid of them that's the trick."
She ignored him. She was serious. She hugged him, kissing his chest where her head lay, just once.
He kissed her hair. "Thank you."