Tremble.
Spring is one of my favorite seasons. I like to feel the breeze, not hot yet not cold either, just fresh, bringing along that sensation of when nature stirs awake, and that of when the fields start showing signs of being fertile again, after the winter's sleep.
I stand up from the labor I've been doing in a small plot of garden. I've wanted to try something this season, and create a row of flowers around the stone path leading to our cabin. I stretch, rising my arms towards the sky, arcing my back to rest the muscles of that zone as I fill my lungs with fresh air. Then, I look at you, seating on the upper stair leading to out home's door, and from there you observe me with a neutral expression, yet your precious ears crowning your head, give away your thoughts with that little tremble I've been realizing for a few days now.
I decide to test something, merely experimental. I take my hair to tie it over my nape with a ribbon, leaving my neck uncovered. Your ears shake again while your expression remains undaunted. I try not to smile now that I'm seeing my theory is true.
One more test. I think.
"Uff... it's so hot." I voice as I lift the clothes of one of the legs of my hakama, to uncover it and let it taste fresh air. Your ears tremble again.
"What's the fuss about, woman?" You spit the words with an unpleasant tone I know it's not real.
I smile, and close in slowly towards you. When I'm two steps away, I open and slid down my hitoe a bit, over my shoulder, to fan it with my hand.
"Checking something." You watch me attentively, my theory becoming truer, and I end my phrase in a singing tone. "Your ears tremble when you see something you like."
Suddenly, silence becomes another partner, and only the rustle of breeze-caressed leaves can be heard, coming from the stirring trees. Your gaze has become intense. Taking one of my hands, you bring it closer to you, which forces me to bend and hold myself against your shoulder. You've rested it against your crotch, and I feel my colours rise all the way to my cheeks.
"It's not the only thing trembling when I see something I like." You say, your cheeks a mirror of my own, yet your decision doesn't change.
Under my palm I feel your sex shaking with one unique soft movement.
"For example, if I do this, which I like." You slide your hand through the opening of my hitoe and your hand cups one of my breasts. I inhale in surprise then, feeling my breathing losing its rhythm. "Can you feel the trembling?"
You shape the question with a darkened voice, almost as much as the black of your pupil, which has expanded. And yes, it's true, the erection beneath your hakama has pulsed again.
"Yes." I accept, and I notice my own trembling when doing so.
You bring your mouth closer to mine, and whisper me sweetly.
"Want me to tell you what is it that trembles in you, when you like something?"
A/N
I hope you've liked this small piece of life.
Kisses,
Anyara.
This text is possible thanks to the translation of: Dezart
