Tuesday, January 25, 2011

fantasy

A soft knock at the door announced her arrival.

He paused with his hand over the knob, taking a deep breath to relax before taking the next step in what could be one of the wildest adventures of his life.  He opened the door with a smile on his face, a worried, scared smile, but a smile none the less.  God he hoped she didn’t notice how freaked out he was over this, their first real time together. 

Little did he know her heart was racing faster than his own.

He had it all planned out you see.  They hadn’t ever really heard the others voice.  Not in the traditional sense that people generally do at least.  Their world was one of high speed modems and LCD displays, not telephones and coffee shops, in such, the only time they actually heard the others voice was the brief moment their paths crossed many months ago; A moment which set a series of events in motion and led to this very day.

This very moment.

He remembered what it was he was he had planned and an awkward moment looking into eyes.  He placed a single finger before his lips, letting her know not to say a word, then he beckoned her in to the room and toward the open balcony.

The view was nothing special for this part of the world.  One she had seen many times he was sure, but not from this place, not with this company.  The balcony overlooked the sea, the waves crashing onto shore while lightning from a distant storm lit the sky every few moments.

“Close your eyes my dear, and listen.  Tell me what you hear.”

“I hear the waves,” she said softly.

“That,” he said, “is the heartbeat of the world; heard on every shore across the planet.  It is the life-blood of Gaia, whom created all these things for us to enjoy.”


She smiled, knowing that he was the same person she had been talking to for all these months.  He had a tendency to talk about such things.  Sometimes she knew what he was talking about and others she did not quite grasp the concepts.  Whatever the case, she liked the poetry of it all and how he spoke to her of all the things life has to offer.

She had fallen for his words, but this is different.  Now he stands behind her, whispering things and leaning close.  The night is chilly and the wind strong high above the ground.  She can feel the warmth of his body near her own and leans back just a little, hoping they would accidently connect.

Hoping he wouldn’t pull away.

She leaned into him, sharing their warmth.  He accepted this willingly, eagerly even.  This was the first time they had touched, and he wanted to saver the moment’s beauty.  If not for him, then for her memory of what could be a perfect moment in time.

They stood like that for a long time, until finally the chill sank into their very bones and forced them to retreat shivering into the room.  The conversation had been light but cheery, both talking of how nervous they were and how silly it really was.  That it felt like they were playing a part in some love story written long ago by an unknown artist.  Something never published, but left within a book, never to see the light of day.

He poured them a drink and they continued to talk long into the night.  Hopes, dreams, regrets, the past, the future, and as one drink turned to three their talk turns to a kiss.

It wasn’t one of those you see in the movies.  There was no dramatic pause as the couple slowly leaned in, looking deep into the others eyes.  This was as if they had communicated their intent telepathically and agreed that at that moment, conversation would cease and a new stage of their relationship would begin.

It was clear that they were hungry.  Their want etched clearly across the flush of their skin, the pace of their breath. 

This was nothing if not primal.

He reached around with one hand and grabbed her hair, pulling her head teasingly to the side his lips broke from hers and found the soft flesh at the side of her neck.  Her breath caught in throat and a sigh quickly followed.

He found a spot.

Their lust grew by the moment, and neither had any doubt of where this night would lead.  They knew before they had even seen each other that this was an outcome they both wanted.  She was inexperienced but willing and he was more than qualified to teach her.  In spite of that, it was as if they had always been.  No awkward moments, no tripped up words. 

Their hands flew across the others body as if they had always been one, separated but never truly apart from the other.  She knew his weakness’s as he knew hers.  Both were ready to explode long before their cloths even came off.

TBC….    :P