Kataang Week: Day Three!
HAHAHA THIS IS A LITTLE MORE 'MATURE,' I GUESS.
Prompt: Heartbeat
Darkness.
Ba-bump… ba-bump….
She was disoriented, tired, and slightly breathless. For a moment, one panicked moment, she was lost. The room was unfamiliar. The blanket scratched at her bare skin--it was much too new to be hers. As her vision began to adjust to the black night, recollections from earlier that day began to break through her foggy thoughts.
Ba-bump… ba-bump….
(The faces are happy, smiling… a celebration--and she cries; his eyes, oh, his eyes, they never leave her; heat, nervousnervousnervous, gasping and clutching and--)
The breath she’d been holding escaped, a choppy chuckle slicing into the near-silence of the room. Of course, things were different now. She was married…. Her hand reached up and gently stroked the chest she was using as a pillow.
Ba-bump… ba-bump….
Propping up on an elbow, she watched her husband. Small breaths, in-out in-out, and contented features. A smile found its way to her lips, tender, loving. The woman leaned down, hair rolling over her dark shoulders as she placed a kiss on the corner of his mouth.
Pleased, she laid back down.
Ba-bump… ba-bump….
He groaned suddenly, fingers groping. When they brushed across her stomach, a light tickle that caused her to shudder, he enveloped her… pulled her closer. There was a muted sigh, followed by soft snoring. All was quiet, save for:
Ba-bump… ba-bump….
She fell asleep to the rhythmic sound of his heart.
Ba-bump… ba-bump….
Prompt: Heartbeat
Darkness.
Ba-bump… ba-bump….
She was disoriented, tired, and slightly breathless. For a moment, one panicked moment, she was lost. The room was unfamiliar. The blanket scratched at her bare skin--it was much too new to be hers. As her vision began to adjust to the black night, recollections from earlier that day began to break through her foggy thoughts.
Ba-bump… ba-bump….
(The faces are happy, smiling… a celebration--and she cries; his eyes, oh, his eyes, they never leave her; heat, nervousnervousnervous, gasping and clutching and--)
The breath she’d been holding escaped, a choppy chuckle slicing into the near-silence of the room. Of course, things were different now. She was married…. Her hand reached up and gently stroked the chest she was using as a pillow.
Ba-bump… ba-bump….
Propping up on an elbow, she watched her husband. Small breaths, in-out in-out, and contented features. A smile found its way to her lips, tender, loving. The woman leaned down, hair rolling over her dark shoulders as she placed a kiss on the corner of his mouth.
Pleased, she laid back down.
Ba-bump… ba-bump….
He groaned suddenly, fingers groping. When they brushed across her stomach, a light tickle that caused her to shudder, he enveloped her… pulled her closer. There was a muted sigh, followed by soft snoring. All was quiet, save for:
Ba-bump… ba-bump….
She fell asleep to the rhythmic sound of his heart.
Ba-bump… ba-bump….