THE LAST OF THE POPCORN
Paradise (1/1)
A warm breeze stirs the air and shifts the leaves of the palm trees. The hammock strung up between two trees sways with the movement of the bodies it holds.
His arms are draped over and around her, and he's all skin, butterfly kisses and smooth warmth. Wisps of smoke from the stone encircled fire disperse into the gold and orange and pinks of goodbye day and the deep blue of night. Waves beat against the shore like a background for the wildlife. Exotic birds sing pitchy songs that, strangely enough, come together in perfect harmony.
A patchwork song of peace.
She's all whispered touches and finger tips dragging along bare arms and shoulders.
It's the first time she's been to Earth, and she wishes they'd done it years ago. They were on an island, had spent the day in the sun and sand and waves. There were birds of every color and size, creatures just off the coast playing, and flowers the like of which she had could never have dreamed.
And all the while there hadn't been a single worry. No wait for a call to action. He'd called it vacation. She'd called it bliss.
They watched the day fade in amicable silence and twisted limbs. The deep purple of night arrived, dragging all the stars behind it.
They had only the fire now, she took in his form as the orange glow hugged to his curves. Lean and muscular and more tanned than she'd seen before. Stunning.
She lays her head on his chest and listens to the thump thump of his heart. She can feel her own, and it's keeping perfect time with his. She closes her eyes and soaks in his presence. He shifts into her, brings his chin to top of her head and lets out a contented breath.
This is how it should have been. How they should have been long ago.
He pulls her closer, pushes a kiss into her hair and asks, "Ready? Daedalus will be here soon."
"We have time still." she looks up at him through long lashes. He smiled down at her, warm and welcome and just a touch mischievous.
"We do."
She edges up onto an elbow, careful not to tip the hammock on which they lay. She brings her hand to his face, fingers tracing his jaw, gliding over three days worth of stubble. She sends her own smile down at him, places her hand flat against his cheek, guiding his face just so.
"This we must do again." she whispers as she leans in. There's a consenting murmur, but it's lost in a tangle of lips.
Short, I know, but I tried to make it longer and I felt like it just kind of took away from it. Hope you enjoyed it. I have a couple more half started and one that's really clear in my mind that I just need to get down. It's really cute, I think. =)
Review!!! Thanks tons everyone!