Intimacy

The day says goodbye on the horizon, I can see it through the window now that I have just put every ingredient in the cooking pot, which I keep on the fire so that the stew for today's dinner gets done. You've been the entire day out, you and the others from the village are building a cabin for the blacksmith's son, who is to be married soon.

I hear when you get close, recognizing that characteristic rhythm in your steps without even looking at you. I check I'm not wrong when you enter our home, and when I set my eyes on you I realize today's work must have been arduous.

"Kagome, I'm here." The energy in that phrase seems even exaggerated given your appearance.

"I see you." I can't help but smile. "How was it?"

"Buah!" Your expression makes it evident you don't know where to begin. "You could say that good and bad."

"That so?" I get close to you, without stepping down the wooden floor that covers the majority of the cabin, while you remain in the genkan.

"Yeah. Yori, the blacksmith's son, knows about horseshoes but nothing about roofs." You start to explain, as I pull from your haori's jacket to get it off, as you brough it dirty from work. "Also, I don't know how he dares to get up there if he lacks the balance. "I slip the jacket out through your shoulders, and you, immersed in your narrative, allow me to do so. "I had to catch him twice." I do the same with the hitoe, which peeks from the pants' waist, and I place it besides the red jacket as both will go directly to wash.

"I see." The tone of my voice changes slightly to follow the wake of my intent. I like to perceive your trust in me, the way in which you let yourself get undressed without even noticing, completely clouded by the world inside your mind.

"Yes, really, we had to give him another job." I sit by the border of the little wooden step and I bring my hands to your pants' belt. "One that kept him with his feet glued to the ground." I plant a kiss on your abdomen, the skin is soft over a firm muscle. "And alive."

"I'm glad." I follow the thread of the conversation, although my thoughts right now are in another action, more intimate and ours.

"I'm glad too, even more when we were able to finally place the planks on the roof." The belt loosens and I leave a kiss in your belly, right before your pants slip all the way to the ground.

Suddenly you fall silent, and I look at you and you look at me. You've read my intentions, and now I read yours. You take your pants off, pushing it with your own feet before laying over me and placing a hand on my pants' belt.

"Now, I want you to tell me about your day."

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Kisses

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