It was the laughter in her eyes. He never wanted to hear them dim. Maybe that's why it was. Her sudden pause. The lingering hesitation. He turned to face.
They had pulled off to a side. A boundary. They stood, each to each, in a world of shadow, save one distant light. Perhaps that was the only place that was safe. A point just distant from the harshness of reality. It was here that she softly stuttered.
It was said, almost in a hush. Three little words.
That was it. It was nothing. It was everything. He was shocked. It had always been there. Those words. The elephant in the room that if by speaking its name both were afraid it would rip the environs asunder. Yet... by saying she had brought the hidden to life. To many they may just be words, but not to him. They marked a moment. An unspoken pledge hidden behind. Accept me. Embrace me. I devote myself to you... if only for a moment... deeper. Live with me, be with me, join with me... love me. Within those three little words was a simple destruction if their was no response.
Her laughing eyes were momentarily silenced by a shadow of fear. Those three words. Even though she had been the first to utter, he questioned if could be held so venerable. He knew the gravity, their seriousness. Indeed they held a power so bold that even though she had said them, could he be held so fragile. Could it be true? Those words. They were for him. She longed for return. He longed for her. He longed to say, to speak, to give life.
He pulled her close. The three words were returned. The shadow of fear that plagued her eyes suddenly dissipated. They pulled one to another. Bodies began to speak in words unspoken. Heated kisses filled with desire aced at times as verbs, at other times as definite nouns. Each touch, each caress, acted as a delightful adverb. The tracing caress drawing the bodies one into the other. The crash of the two, the hard into the soft. The push, the pull, the trace along all boundaries, while tongues consumed furious. All actions repeating the words simple three that both had been so hesitant to say. Words that their bodies had spoken unabashedly in hidden maneuvers long before the lips, the souls were able to catch up.
For at the end...
...the desire, the primal pull...
... had very little time, for any lingering hesitation.
They had pulled off to a side. A boundary. They stood, each to each, in a world of shadow, save one distant light. Perhaps that was the only place that was safe. A point just distant from the harshness of reality. It was here that she softly stuttered.
It was said, almost in a hush. Three little words.
That was it. It was nothing. It was everything. He was shocked. It had always been there. Those words. The elephant in the room that if by speaking its name both were afraid it would rip the environs asunder. Yet... by saying she had brought the hidden to life. To many they may just be words, but not to him. They marked a moment. An unspoken pledge hidden behind. Accept me. Embrace me. I devote myself to you... if only for a moment... deeper. Live with me, be with me, join with me... love me. Within those three little words was a simple destruction if their was no response.
Her laughing eyes were momentarily silenced by a shadow of fear. Those three words. Even though she had been the first to utter, he questioned if could be held so venerable. He knew the gravity, their seriousness. Indeed they held a power so bold that even though she had said them, could he be held so fragile. Could it be true? Those words. They were for him. She longed for return. He longed for her. He longed to say, to speak, to give life.
He pulled her close. The three words were returned. The shadow of fear that plagued her eyes suddenly dissipated. They pulled one to another. Bodies began to speak in words unspoken. Heated kisses filled with desire aced at times as verbs, at other times as definite nouns. Each touch, each caress, acted as a delightful adverb. The tracing caress drawing the bodies one into the other. The crash of the two, the hard into the soft. The push, the pull, the trace along all boundaries, while tongues consumed furious. All actions repeating the words simple three that both had been so hesitant to say. Words that their bodies had spoken unabashedly in hidden maneuvers long before the lips, the souls were able to catch up.
For at the end...
...the desire, the primal pull...
... had very little time, for any lingering hesitation.
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