Sunset
I don't know the exact moment in which I began to like this instant of the day. Maybe it was during those afternoons we shared, in search of the still resisting fragments, and days and days would pass us by, together in a group, on the road. I know you'd prefer to sleep in a sheltered place, over a futon, however I have to admit my place has always been outdoors, fresh air, except now that our cabin is our home.
Today we arrived to this hill during a stroll we pretty much forced upon ourselves, after two days of being imprisoned, surviving on rice, dry fruits and water; aside from kisses, desire, and the wonderful sensation that is to touch and feel each other. Two nights ago, we made love for the first time and we haven't stopped touching each other since then. Even while on this stroll we decided to take, in order to remind our bodies they too can remain standing, our hands haven't been apart for longer than a couple of fleeting instants.
"I love it." You express, with all that light that usually surrounds you when you see the world just like now, looking at its orange, violet, and blue colors on the horizon.
I'd want to tell you what I love is you, and the way your dark hair waves against the breeze, or how the sky's orange streaks are mirrored in the chestnut of your eyes. However, I just watch you in silence, as I tighten my hold on your waist.
"Why have you chosen this place?" You ask, focusing on me.
I shrug. What can I say?
Here is where I waited for you every afternoon for three years. Too much grief for a beautiful moment.
Yet, your eyes and soul read me. How could I think you wouldn't?
You turn to face me, and hold yourself of my arms. That gesture alone makes my hands surround your waist with complete naturality, closing the gap between our bodies, so I can keep touching you beneath the clothes. You smile with a soft gesture on your lips, and then you part them when an idea, formed within your mind, that has begun to create itself.
"What do you want?" I ask you. The aura of intimacy that has surrounded us these past few days, seems to keep us company even here.
"A kiss." You answer, and moisten your lips in waiting.
"Come for it." I dare you, moistening mine.
Your smile widens, and I notice how you stand on the tip of your feet, using my body as support. I try to keep myself firm, I try not being me the one who claims your mouth once again, and in the attempt, I sigh, waiting and feeling in the thin skin of my lips, the memory of the many kisses we've given each other these last two days.
I hear you complaining, frustrated, for despite the effort you can't rise to my height.
"You don't want it?" You ask, the sunset's colors mixing with the marvelous rosy of your blush.
I bent towards you, taking that offered and yearned for kiss, giving you my will on the way.
A/N
An image, a moment, a kiss, a love.
That's how InuYasha and Kagome are always for me.
More kisses, and thank you for being here,
Anyara.
This text is possible thanks to the translation of: Dezart
