Harry loved the contrast between life before and life after. Before there was total silence. He came home and there was no noise to greet him. It was so quiet until he left for work the next morning, back into the noise of the London streets.
It was different now and he loved it. It was never quiet in his house anymore and it was those little noises that he loved. Ever since they had got together, they had never spent a night apart. Ruth had practically moved in with him, she barely went home anymore. Not that he was complaining.
He loved the little noises that reminded him that he was no longer alone. Just the flick of a light switch. A close of the door. The turn of the page from her latest book which she wouldn't put down until three in the morning. The slight swish of the bed sheets as she got comfortable. The bedsprings moving as her head nuzzled into his shoulder for the night.
And the most important, the most special moment when the silence of his life was broken was when she whispered the three words that made his world stop. The three words he would never get tired of hearing.
S is for silence. As this one was really really short here's another entry...
"Mm," Ruth mumbled, halfway between sleep and waking. The only response was an arm tightening around her waist. She rolled closer to Harry, loving his sleepy scent in the early morning light. A smile flowered on her face as Harry kissed her bare collarbone, his hands drifting, soft as a feather over her naked skin.
As it became clear that sleep was the last thing on his mind Ruth rubbed her eyes and opened them with a light flutter of her eyelashes. Harry's face was closer to hers than she had anticipated. She leant towards him and closed the gap, planting a gentle kiss on his lips. His hands pulled her close, skidding on the silk sheets as his arms wrapped around her body. It took a long time for that kiss to end, but neither one of them was complaining.
Harry reached to the floor and picked up their half drunk bottle of champagne which had been forgotten the night before. It had gone semi flat but he didn't care. He passed Ruth her glass and then topped up his own. Several people had called him an alcoholic in the past but this was a special occasion so it didn't count, he thought to himself.
"We really should get moving," Ruth said in a low voice.
"Why bother?" he asked accurately. "I'd much rather have my hand drifting inappropriately over your body than visiting museums all day. Wouldn't you?" She didn't reply and he was horribly disappointed when she got out of bed. The disappointment didn't last as his eyes took in her perfectly naked form for several long seconds before she threw a dressing gown over her skin. She picked up a do not disturb sign and opened the door to put it on display to everyone who might wander past. Then she shut the door, flicked the lock and climbed back into bed next to Harry.
This was heaven, Ruth thought t o herself. Trapped in a five star French hotel room with the man she loved and absolutely nothing to do. Except touch and explore each other under the silk sheets.
S is also for silk sheets! Which one is better?