Rain
These days leave a strange weight in my heart, and I don't know how to define it or find its cause. They are harmonical, maybe because the day and night get closer, leaving in the air a sense of calm, of silent waiting. They are also pacific, the busy work of harvesting and storing has ended, and now what we have left is to wait until the cold season ends. The trees in the forests get tinted with intense colors, as their leaves say goodbye and go on their way to fertilize the earth which now smells like... that name you gave it.
"How was it called the smell of wet earth?" I ask you, keeping my voice to a mere whisper that doesn't interrupt the space we've created.
I embrace you with your back against my chest, as we've done so many times. We are on the resting place at our home's entrance, and we've covered ourselves with a blanket you've knitted, at your own pace, during those long summer afternoons.
"Petrichor." You mutter calmly. You are relaxed, probably because of the sound of the rain which has come to play for us this afternoon.
"Petrichor." I repeat, and smell once again the air with that scent of pure nature.
The scent of your hair also mixes in, and I end up seeking with my nose between your strands. You move your head a little and laugh a bit, showing you like the caress. I feel your hand hold onto mine with a bit more strength, which now surrounds your waist, and then you ask me for what I want to do.
"Kiss me." You mutter as if it was a secret you don't want to tell anyone but me.
My fingers trace the form of your body under the blanket, from your waist, to your cheek. All of you turns around towards me, in the middle of my embrace, to look at me with your marvelous brown chestnut eyes, whose hue reminds me of the one Oak's leaves acquire as they dry on the grass.
I moisten my lips, as an anteroom for you and your priceless flavor I never tire of tasting. You slide a smile through my lips, as you touch my mouth with your fingers and caress it, slowing down the moment. Suddenly, the shy drops of rain reverberate as if nothing else exists in the world and rattle just like my heart when you made your way in, and are so close to my soul, you'd be able to mold it.
"Kiss me." I ask of you now, leaving a sigh slip through, tickling the tip of your fingers and shining in the brown of your eyes.
You come closer, heeding my petition, and without hurry brush your lips against mine, in a moist touch which does nothing but turn on my yearning. I pull you even closer through my embrace and your smile draws itself on my mouth.
"Kagome." I recite your name.
"InuYasha." You mutter mine.
The kiss creates itself, expands and surrounds us: under the sound of the rain.
A/N
Autumn, for me the most romantic season of them all.
Thanks for reading and being.
Kisses,
Anyara.
This text is possible thanks to the translation of: Dezart
