Instants

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There is something amazingly pleasant in the touch of the tip of your fingers on my head. It's a delicate and firm caress that helps to ease my tension, leaving me in a state of languor. I enjoy how you gently massage the sides, as your thumbs make a docile movement at the start of my nape.

I sigh, showing you my delight, giving in.

I hear you laugh, and I mirror the gesture with genuine joy, submitting completely to your fingers, intertwined in my hair, as you extend your arms to the sides, unraveling them, still moist after the bath we just took together. To feel your care for me is one of those instants I most treasure, and maybe that's why I rise no objections, put no resistance to it. I muse, in that way that only the soul muses, that details like these are the ones that create instants one never forgets, and that form those beautiful memories composing a life, shared with another.

Right now, as I find delight in your precise caresses, I recall instants in which you've been primordial to my calm and happiness. It fills my chest with a lasting feeling, a feeling that inhabits and makes impossible for me to think in anything else than the love that runs through me with every breath, every action. That's the love that you inspire in me.

I rest my head back, against your chest, and fill myself with vitality in one deep inhalation. I feel you leaning closer to me, then you bring a strand of my hair to your nose, and fill yourself with its scent. I open my eyes then, only to see myself in the golden of your eyes, looking at me from your position behind my body. You are wrapped in the yukata you have for home, one that you usually use after taking a bath, and soon your hands resume the caresses you've been giving to my hair.

"You like it like this?" You ask, and I can't help not notice the many connotations your words arouse in the intimacy of this instant.

I open my gaze into a slit, and I know you've managed to read my thoughts when that coquettish smile dances on the corners of your lips.

"I meant the massage." You clarify, as you fail to hold back your smile.

"I like it, like that... the massage." I answer, leaving a short pause before making it clear.

You shake your head, a reproach I know you don't feel as your gaze remains in mine, and hints at the precious instant we are sharing.

I reach back with a hand, to pull your head closer in search of a kiss. You take in a deep breath, and release it right on my lips, right before touching them with yours... then we allow ourselves to feel the instant, the yearning that begins to pulse and grow inside us, right in the center itself of our bodies, and of the air that surrounds us and grazes our skins. Your hands have left my hair, and settled on my shoulders to lift me closer, and we sigh, we smile and look at each other, ceasing everything else to find the reason of the infinite in that instant.

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A/N

I saw the image of one caressing the other's hair, and I liked the idea of keeping the doubt of who was in which position.

I hope you've enjoyed it.

A kiss,

Anyara.

This text is possible thanks to the translation of: Dezart