Secret
The afternoon was reaching its end, welcoming a comfortable dusk from one of the always cozy and fresh summer nights. The colors in the sky are reflected on the lake we've come to refresh ourselves, and in whose shore we'll be camping for the night. Kagome remains at my side, covered only by her yukata, and we keep a comfortable silence we both know it emerges between us when the soul is at peace. Suddenly, a memory comes to me about an afternoon with a similar sky, many centuries away from this time.
"What are you thinking about?" You ask, and then I come to see colors of the sky and water reflected in your brown eyes: blue, orange, violet; every single one dancing before your ideas.
I smile at you, and the memory turns ever so vivid despite the time that has passed.
"That kiss we never told anyone about." I confess.
Her gaze shows immediate comprehension.
"It's true, it somehow remained a secret." You mutter as if even now, by ourselves, you would want it to remain intimate and treasured.
We keep ourselves in each other's gaze, just like that time, when after realizing a kiss could rescue me from my youkai blood, we asked ourselves in silence how it would feel if we were to do so without such a pressure.
I lean towards you, and you wait for me, in the same manner than that time. I recall the heated color of your cheeks, and the orange layer of that afternoon on your skin. Likewise, I remember the impressive way in which my chest pounded, and how much I desired to touch you with all of my body. I brushed your lips, like now, and I felt in the same manner how you breathed inside me. I sought to recreate the same tense sensation, waiting for you to take the next step, beyond caress, and I feel you press your mouth against mine, as if you'd never forgotten it.
I wonder if we'll always remember that moment in the same way, every feeling running through us as if it was happening again.
I take my hand to your waist, and place it gently, just like that time, albeit without the same fear, I must confess. I part my lips and take yours, then give you mine. Your name resounds in my mind, in the same way than back then.
Kagome.
We kiss with caresses that hold and free, one after another, until the afternoon fades together with the light on the horizon. Today we stay in penumbra, unlike that afternoon in which the lights of your time kept us within eyesight. We stop when our bodies warn us of having reached that threshold of leaving it be or letting go. We both knew to continue implied much more than what we were prepared for, and we realized such caress was perfect and ours, just like that.
However, tonight I vow to keep kissing you, and kiss you more, and more.
.
Kisses!
Anyara
This text is possible thanks to the translation of: Dezart
