Twilight descended a sense of quiet across the valley, leaving only the hum of the humming fish, the echo of distant murmurs, and the working fingers of knitting needles audible in the overall stillness of the night. The Once-ler and she sat in his makeshift "home" attempting to catch up on the thneed orders that had begun to flood in. His business really had picked up and it had become apparent he couldn't keep up production without another set of hands knitting these thneeds. So there they were, sitting mainly in silence attempting to create the fuzzy pink contraption that was the thneed.
Finally, the silence was broken with an exasperated sigh followed by her voice.
"Once-ler…" she spoke clearly, in an attempt to gain his attention.
"Hmm", he responded in an effort to seem deeply concentrated on the task at hand. While in reality, his eyes had been lingering in her direction.
"I think I need some help with this", she stated matter-of-factly, while holding up her poor attempt at knitting for him to remedy.
With a chuckle, he patted the spot on the bed, on which he was sitting, motioning her to join him. She gladly jumped up from her spot on the floor and joined him on the side of the bed, eager to be closer to him and to learn from his expertise. From his place on the bed, he took hold of her hands and slowly guiding hers with his nimble fingers through the proper motions of knitting technique, slowly a blush crept up upon his cheek as he did.
"How did you get so good at this, anyway?"
"Lots and lots of practice." Trying to stay concentrated on the task at hand as well as attempting to maintain his "cool" demeanor.
Remember, I'm not exactly mister social", he replied. The blush on his face growing pinker still as she moved closer to his body, trying to separate the gap between them.
Giggling at his remark, she took notice of this grabbed a hold of his hands, ultimately stopping the knitting project, and turned to look up upon his face. He turned to her shooting a questioning glace, only to have her lips meet his in the form of chaste kiss, which he gladly returned. Breaking apart, his blush quickly enveloped into a deep red tint that coated his entire face. Blushing herself, she pulled away and rested her head upon his shoulder, a content smile plastered on her face. No words needed to be spoken; the gesture had transcended the use of them. With that he couldn't help thinking how perfect everything was becoming, and how it was just going to keep getting even better.
