A Love Story In Three Parts (Part One)
Jan 2, 2017 19:56:55 GMT -5
Post by Codec on Jan 2, 2017 19:56:55 GMT -5
The golden glow of morning’s first light filters through the pane less windows, warming two bodies entwined on a small bed. Outside the tide rolled ceaselessly as it had since time immemorial, and as it would into the unknown future.
She is as beautiful as he has ever seen her, in his heart there is love that could move mountains, that could part the sea and shade the skies. For him, it doesn’t matter that she has a crooked smile, that her ears are too big for her heart shaped face, and that her mousey brown hair is in a fussed mess of endless curls.
For hours yet and hours to come he has watched her sleep. Has twirled the curls of her hair in his fingers, traced the curve of her hips. They stole this moment, fumbling teens too aware that time was against them. Too aware that they didn’t know what tomorrow held. Too eager after a childhood of being in love with one another to let another night pass.
When her amber lit eyes sluggishly opened to gaze upon him, her crooked smile caught the light of the sun, and teased him with her radiance. Her joy is momentary, as reality settled in. Her voice is sleep-coarsened, only slightly rougher than normal for hers is the voice of the sea. Briny depths that contain the greatest storms, and hide the best secrets;
“How much time do we have?”
The answer is, of course, not enough. That all the time in the world wouldn’t have been enough to express to her how thoroughly in love he was with her.
“Forever…” he lied to her. Terribly. Eagerly. Hopeful. Hopeful that she might believe him then and there; when for fifteen years she and she alone had known every secret, every hidden desire, every part of him.
“Liar…” She turned from him then, the thin straw-bedding sagged.. A sigh hung heavy from her lips, and he almost heard her heart breaking. Almost felt the tears as he drew himself against her, while she reluctantly wiggled her bottom, and tilted her neck for his naked chin to rest on.
“Not long enough…” He whispered into her ear, teeth tugging coarsely at the tip of her ear. He felt the keys to his heart turning, breaking it into pieces.
The hand tucked beneath her slides up, and brushes along her cheek, along tears he knows are flowing. The other runs a trail up her side, cupping her breast as he nestled himself between her legs. She turns enough to brushed her lips against him. Her hand disappeared beneath the sheets is followed by a gasp, and a flood of heat bursting through his being, as she whispered the words he’d live by.
“Make the most of it…”
She is as beautiful as he has ever seen her, in his heart there is love that could move mountains, that could part the sea and shade the skies. For him, it doesn’t matter that she has a crooked smile, that her ears are too big for her heart shaped face, and that her mousey brown hair is in a fussed mess of endless curls.
For hours yet and hours to come he has watched her sleep. Has twirled the curls of her hair in his fingers, traced the curve of her hips. They stole this moment, fumbling teens too aware that time was against them. Too aware that they didn’t know what tomorrow held. Too eager after a childhood of being in love with one another to let another night pass.
When her amber lit eyes sluggishly opened to gaze upon him, her crooked smile caught the light of the sun, and teased him with her radiance. Her joy is momentary, as reality settled in. Her voice is sleep-coarsened, only slightly rougher than normal for hers is the voice of the sea. Briny depths that contain the greatest storms, and hide the best secrets;
“How much time do we have?”
The answer is, of course, not enough. That all the time in the world wouldn’t have been enough to express to her how thoroughly in love he was with her.
“Forever…” he lied to her. Terribly. Eagerly. Hopeful. Hopeful that she might believe him then and there; when for fifteen years she and she alone had known every secret, every hidden desire, every part of him.
“Liar…” She turned from him then, the thin straw-bedding sagged.. A sigh hung heavy from her lips, and he almost heard her heart breaking. Almost felt the tears as he drew himself against her, while she reluctantly wiggled her bottom, and tilted her neck for his naked chin to rest on.
“Not long enough…” He whispered into her ear, teeth tugging coarsely at the tip of her ear. He felt the keys to his heart turning, breaking it into pieces.
The hand tucked beneath her slides up, and brushes along her cheek, along tears he knows are flowing. The other runs a trail up her side, cupping her breast as he nestled himself between her legs. She turns enough to brushed her lips against him. Her hand disappeared beneath the sheets is followed by a gasp, and a flood of heat bursting through his being, as she whispered the words he’d live by.
“Make the most of it…”