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For a prompt on Your_Scribbles Here.
Try as I would have liked, I don't think I did a great job of following the actual prompt but it's ok. :D
Original Fiction (or non-fiction...whatever the case may be) ;)
Title: Untitled
Author: Bella Dayenu
Rating: R
Word Count: 2184
Warnings: Language, sexual situations
Summary: She knows she has to make a choice.....but she doesn't want to leave. (I suck at summaries) :D
*Note: The song referenced in the story is "Here's looking at you, kid." by: Corey Crowder Give it a listen. It's BEAUTIFUL.
"On a rainy night in London..." I write on the top of the first blank page of my favorite journal in my neat block handwriting. I frown and scribble across the words with my pen. I try to imagine us in London in the cold rain. I try to see us running to catch a cab, umbrellas catching the wind behind us. I just can't see her in London. I can't picture us wanting to be in a big city for that matter. I chastise myself mentally for not just chosing another character but I try as I might, she's the only thing on my mind lately. I give up with a sigh and flip back to the pages that are filled with loving ramblings about her.
The sun is warm against my bare shoulders as I sit out in the soft green grass, journal in my lap. The soft wind blows through my long brunette hair and cools my face. I hear her run up behind me, returning from the creek with her dog Spike trailing close behind. She calls for him to come and he barks a response. I watch her from under my eyelashes as she circles to jog past me. Her green shirt emphasizes the golden color of her skin, the blonde highlights in her short spiky hair catch the sun. I watch with fascination as the black ink of the tattoo that covers her calf flexes as she moves. She kicks her shoes off her feet in my direction and winks at me.
I catch myself staring at the way she moves gracefully to grab a stick from the ground and tosses it across the grass for Spike to retrieve. I watch the way a soft smile spreads across her face and slowly reaches her blue eyes. I duck my head when she looks over at me, blush creeping across my cheeks. I fiddle with the pen in my hand and find myself doodling a small heart in the corner of the page. She grabs the stick from Spike and walks past me, ruffling my hair on her way by.
I hear her chuckle as Spike grabs the stick she has been throwing and brings it to my feet that are now stretched out in front of me. I frown down at the glob of dog spit that has landed on my bare foot and bend to wipe it off with my hand.
"Gross! Seriously?" I complain, setting my journal and pen on the ground next to me. She has graduated from a chuckle to full blown laughter, complete with a very dramatic grabbing of her stomach and doubling over. I roll my eyes when she make a production of wiping a tear from her eye.
"I'm sorry, I swear I am but...." she said as she tries to catch her breath, "It's just...your face. It was hilarious. You're such a princess."
I swipe my hands across the lush grass and glare up at her, "I am not a princess."
"Yeah, ok. Whatever you say, sweetheart."
I look into Spike's expectant eyes, "So I guess you want me to throw the slobber stick now, right?" He snorts in response so I pick up the moist stick and pull my arm back to throw it and chuckle at the way his tail wags. "Go get it." He bounds through the taller grass at the end of the field and disappears, only to reappears seconds later triumphantly with the stick between his teeth. He prances towards us and lays down in the soft grass at my feet.
"So whatcha writing now?" she says as she plops down next to me and places a kiss softly on my cheek.
"Nothing." I grin at her mischievously and slide the notebook further away from her.
"Bullshit." She makes grabby hands in the air and gives me a slight pout. "I wanna read it. Is it about me?"
"Of course it's about you. You're screwing me up. Can't write about anything but you." I reply as I grab her hand and twine our fingers together. I bring her hand to my lips and kiss each of her knuckles, sliding my tongue across the last one as I look up at her. She closes her eyes and tilts her head back in a familiar gesture of want. I slide closer to her and rest the tip of my nose behind her ear, breathing her in deeply. There is a scent that is uniquely her. It's summer and flowers and peppermint. I don't think I'll ever get tired of that scent. "I love you."
"Mmmm, ditto. Oh and I wanna read it."
"It's not done."
"So?"
I sigh deeply and lay back into the grass, feeling it tickle my neck. I pull on her hand that is still entwined in mine. She sinks down next to me and I immediately throw my leg over hers, settling my knee between her thighs and pressing against her side. She reaches over to push a stray piece of hair out of my eyes and shoots me a smile that makes my heart melt. There is something in the bright blue of her eyes that drags me in and makes me feel alive. The quiet of our surroundings soothes my soul and I bend down to place a chaste kiss to her full lips. She moans quietly as I trace her cheekbones with just the tip of my fingers.
"I like it here. It's pretty." I whisper in her ear.
"I told you that you would."
"I don't want to leave." I say in a whisper that is barely audible. I close my eyes when feel my heart drop into my feet and for the fifth time today, I feel like crying.
I feel her finger against my lips, "We're not talking about that, Liz." She shifts under me and stands, pulling me up by my hand. "Let's go. I'm taking your ass down to the pond and throwing you in. Come on Spike."
"No way! Sara, don't." I squeal as she pulls me across the grass, Spike watching us with amusement.
She stops and pulls me against her chest, tucking my head under her chin, "Ok, I'll make you a deal. I won't throw you in if you come quietly."
"I have to write." I say weakly.
"Nuh uh, you can write later." She steps back and looks at me, really looks. For the first time, I see the sadness there. I'd been so wrapped up in the time ticking down until I had to leave that I never thought that maybe it was effecting her the same way. For some reason, her sadness makes me resolute in the fact that I am going to spend every moment I have just loving her.
"Race ya." I yell as I sprint down the small pathway to the pond that has been carved out by years of traffic. A pathway of happy footfalls, sad footfalls, lost souls looking for a place to figure out the small things that plague their lives. I duck under a branch in the path and giggle as I hear her footsteps behind me. As I near the pond, I slow to reach down and unbutton my shorts. I grab the hem of my shirt as I ruck it over my head and toss it behind me. By the time I reach the edge of the pond, I am almost naked and I let out a yell as I hurl myself into the murky green water.
I lose track of time as we splash around in the pond in the middle of nowhere, just enjoying the afternoon. When I catch her yawning, I rake my hands across the surface of the water and push a column of water at her face, "Tired?"
She gives me a slight soft smile, "Nah."
I kiss her cheek, "Come on. Let's go back. It's getting late."
Day wanes and slowly gives way to the night. The full orange moon hangs like a beacon over my head as I take another look around the open landscape. I shift in the uncomfortable plastic lawn chair again and looked over at her. I try to push the thoughts of our uncertain future and of my leaving in the morning as far away as I can. She gives me a knowing smile and I slide off the chair to sit down next to her on the dewy grass. She clears her throat and motions for me to sit against her chest. I shimmy across the grass until I am firmly pressed back against her, her arms wrapped tightly around my shoulders. A light breeze kicked up and I hunch down to block the chill.
"It is still August, right?" I hear her whisper next to my ear.
I nod solemnly, "It's cold."
I stretch my legs out in front of me and feel the protest of every muscle as I move. I groan as my knees make a wretched popping noise. I feel exhaustion in every joint, every muscle.
"Can we go in yet?" I can hear the whine laced in my words as I shoot her a look.
"Nope." She softly releases the "P" with a soft pop. She runs her fingertip around the shell of my ear and I lean into it. l shiver when I feel the soft puff of her breath on my neck. She whispers a muffled "I love you" into my skin and it feels like a promise, like a vow. She kisses my neck like she is searching for something there, something that will make this whole situation easier.
"It not like you won't find someone else." I whisper in the dark, "I'm not special, Sara. You'll be better off without me."
I clinch my eyes and wait for her to tell me to shut the fuck up. She always says it with a smile but I know that deep down she's hurt that I would assume what is best for her.
She takes a deep, sad breath, "Just stay here, ok?"
She leaves me for only a few moments and returns to sit behind me on the grass, gently covering my shoulders with a warm blanket. She turns so we are back to back in the dewy grass and she pushes solidly against me. I hear the sound of her fingertips on the strings of her guitar and I smile. With her back against mine, I feel her heart beat. I feel her take in a large gulp of air. I feel the muscles in her arms flex as she readies herself to play.
And I feel the first clear beautiful notes that comes from her mouth......
"I'll keep on driving
So we can talk awhile
I know I could drive all night
Just to stay here with you."
It all comes crashing in on my heart; Our song, her voice, the sadness that laces the familiar words, the impossible choices we have to make. Before I can stop myself, tears are streaming down my face. I fight to catch my breath. I've never wanted anything in the world as much as I want her.
"At the end of the night we'll embrace
And stare at the star-filled night
Oh, would it be alright
If I didn't say goodbye this time?"
I push against her to search out the breath she is taking, to search out the feeling of her words.
"I'll wait and wonder
When our next time will be
I'll see you next week, hopefully
I wish it were sooner.
At the end of my trip we'll embrace
And stare at the star-filled night
Oh, would it be alright
If I didn't say goodbye this time?"
I allow the tears to flow but I find myself singing with her. There is comfort in the way our voices mingle and dance together in the open sky. I hear her voice catch when she realizes I am singing with her, to her.
"Everytime we're away
I feel a distance I can't take
Watching you drive away
Oh, it kills me
I'll be alright, have no worries
I'm just a bit over anxious
Maybe a little impatient
At the end of the night, next time
After we look at the star-filled night
Can we escape to a far away land
Where we will forever remain
Living as one, walking hand in hand?"
The last notes she plays float over our heads and we sit in silence. I don't want anything but her.
"I can't do this." I whisper.
"So it's over? This is just....over?"
I push to my feet and stand over her, looking down at the blonde in her hair that I have grown to adore. I look at her jawline, the one I have grown fond of kissing. I kneel in front of her and take her hands in mine, "No. It's not over, Sara. I can't do this. I can't leave. I'm not leaving."
The night, pregnant with questions and hope, seems suddenly brighter.
Try as I would have liked, I don't think I did a great job of following the actual prompt but it's ok. :D
Original Fiction (or non-fiction...whatever the case may be) ;)
Title: Untitled
Author: Bella Dayenu
Rating: R
Word Count: 2184
Warnings: Language, sexual situations
Summary: She knows she has to make a choice.....but she doesn't want to leave. (I suck at summaries) :D
*Note: The song referenced in the story is "Here's looking at you, kid." by: Corey Crowder Give it a listen. It's BEAUTIFUL.
"On a rainy night in London..." I write on the top of the first blank page of my favorite journal in my neat block handwriting. I frown and scribble across the words with my pen. I try to imagine us in London in the cold rain. I try to see us running to catch a cab, umbrellas catching the wind behind us. I just can't see her in London. I can't picture us wanting to be in a big city for that matter. I chastise myself mentally for not just chosing another character but I try as I might, she's the only thing on my mind lately. I give up with a sigh and flip back to the pages that are filled with loving ramblings about her.
The sun is warm against my bare shoulders as I sit out in the soft green grass, journal in my lap. The soft wind blows through my long brunette hair and cools my face. I hear her run up behind me, returning from the creek with her dog Spike trailing close behind. She calls for him to come and he barks a response. I watch her from under my eyelashes as she circles to jog past me. Her green shirt emphasizes the golden color of her skin, the blonde highlights in her short spiky hair catch the sun. I watch with fascination as the black ink of the tattoo that covers her calf flexes as she moves. She kicks her shoes off her feet in my direction and winks at me.
I catch myself staring at the way she moves gracefully to grab a stick from the ground and tosses it across the grass for Spike to retrieve. I watch the way a soft smile spreads across her face and slowly reaches her blue eyes. I duck my head when she looks over at me, blush creeping across my cheeks. I fiddle with the pen in my hand and find myself doodling a small heart in the corner of the page. She grabs the stick from Spike and walks past me, ruffling my hair on her way by.
I hear her chuckle as Spike grabs the stick she has been throwing and brings it to my feet that are now stretched out in front of me. I frown down at the glob of dog spit that has landed on my bare foot and bend to wipe it off with my hand.
"Gross! Seriously?" I complain, setting my journal and pen on the ground next to me. She has graduated from a chuckle to full blown laughter, complete with a very dramatic grabbing of her stomach and doubling over. I roll my eyes when she make a production of wiping a tear from her eye.
"I'm sorry, I swear I am but...." she said as she tries to catch her breath, "It's just...your face. It was hilarious. You're such a princess."
I swipe my hands across the lush grass and glare up at her, "I am not a princess."
"Yeah, ok. Whatever you say, sweetheart."
I look into Spike's expectant eyes, "So I guess you want me to throw the slobber stick now, right?" He snorts in response so I pick up the moist stick and pull my arm back to throw it and chuckle at the way his tail wags. "Go get it." He bounds through the taller grass at the end of the field and disappears, only to reappears seconds later triumphantly with the stick between his teeth. He prances towards us and lays down in the soft grass at my feet.
"So whatcha writing now?" she says as she plops down next to me and places a kiss softly on my cheek.
"Nothing." I grin at her mischievously and slide the notebook further away from her.
"Bullshit." She makes grabby hands in the air and gives me a slight pout. "I wanna read it. Is it about me?"
"Of course it's about you. You're screwing me up. Can't write about anything but you." I reply as I grab her hand and twine our fingers together. I bring her hand to my lips and kiss each of her knuckles, sliding my tongue across the last one as I look up at her. She closes her eyes and tilts her head back in a familiar gesture of want. I slide closer to her and rest the tip of my nose behind her ear, breathing her in deeply. There is a scent that is uniquely her. It's summer and flowers and peppermint. I don't think I'll ever get tired of that scent. "I love you."
"Mmmm, ditto. Oh and I wanna read it."
"It's not done."
"So?"
I sigh deeply and lay back into the grass, feeling it tickle my neck. I pull on her hand that is still entwined in mine. She sinks down next to me and I immediately throw my leg over hers, settling my knee between her thighs and pressing against her side. She reaches over to push a stray piece of hair out of my eyes and shoots me a smile that makes my heart melt. There is something in the bright blue of her eyes that drags me in and makes me feel alive. The quiet of our surroundings soothes my soul and I bend down to place a chaste kiss to her full lips. She moans quietly as I trace her cheekbones with just the tip of my fingers.
"I like it here. It's pretty." I whisper in her ear.
"I told you that you would."
"I don't want to leave." I say in a whisper that is barely audible. I close my eyes when feel my heart drop into my feet and for the fifth time today, I feel like crying.
I feel her finger against my lips, "We're not talking about that, Liz." She shifts under me and stands, pulling me up by my hand. "Let's go. I'm taking your ass down to the pond and throwing you in. Come on Spike."
"No way! Sara, don't." I squeal as she pulls me across the grass, Spike watching us with amusement.
She stops and pulls me against her chest, tucking my head under her chin, "Ok, I'll make you a deal. I won't throw you in if you come quietly."
"I have to write." I say weakly.
"Nuh uh, you can write later." She steps back and looks at me, really looks. For the first time, I see the sadness there. I'd been so wrapped up in the time ticking down until I had to leave that I never thought that maybe it was effecting her the same way. For some reason, her sadness makes me resolute in the fact that I am going to spend every moment I have just loving her.
"Race ya." I yell as I sprint down the small pathway to the pond that has been carved out by years of traffic. A pathway of happy footfalls, sad footfalls, lost souls looking for a place to figure out the small things that plague their lives. I duck under a branch in the path and giggle as I hear her footsteps behind me. As I near the pond, I slow to reach down and unbutton my shorts. I grab the hem of my shirt as I ruck it over my head and toss it behind me. By the time I reach the edge of the pond, I am almost naked and I let out a yell as I hurl myself into the murky green water.
I lose track of time as we splash around in the pond in the middle of nowhere, just enjoying the afternoon. When I catch her yawning, I rake my hands across the surface of the water and push a column of water at her face, "Tired?"
She gives me a slight soft smile, "Nah."
I kiss her cheek, "Come on. Let's go back. It's getting late."
Day wanes and slowly gives way to the night. The full orange moon hangs like a beacon over my head as I take another look around the open landscape. I shift in the uncomfortable plastic lawn chair again and looked over at her. I try to push the thoughts of our uncertain future and of my leaving in the morning as far away as I can. She gives me a knowing smile and I slide off the chair to sit down next to her on the dewy grass. She clears her throat and motions for me to sit against her chest. I shimmy across the grass until I am firmly pressed back against her, her arms wrapped tightly around my shoulders. A light breeze kicked up and I hunch down to block the chill.
"It is still August, right?" I hear her whisper next to my ear.
I nod solemnly, "It's cold."
I stretch my legs out in front of me and feel the protest of every muscle as I move. I groan as my knees make a wretched popping noise. I feel exhaustion in every joint, every muscle.
"Can we go in yet?" I can hear the whine laced in my words as I shoot her a look.
"Nope." She softly releases the "P" with a soft pop. She runs her fingertip around the shell of my ear and I lean into it. l shiver when I feel the soft puff of her breath on my neck. She whispers a muffled "I love you" into my skin and it feels like a promise, like a vow. She kisses my neck like she is searching for something there, something that will make this whole situation easier.
"It not like you won't find someone else." I whisper in the dark, "I'm not special, Sara. You'll be better off without me."
I clinch my eyes and wait for her to tell me to shut the fuck up. She always says it with a smile but I know that deep down she's hurt that I would assume what is best for her.
She takes a deep, sad breath, "Just stay here, ok?"
She leaves me for only a few moments and returns to sit behind me on the grass, gently covering my shoulders with a warm blanket. She turns so we are back to back in the dewy grass and she pushes solidly against me. I hear the sound of her fingertips on the strings of her guitar and I smile. With her back against mine, I feel her heart beat. I feel her take in a large gulp of air. I feel the muscles in her arms flex as she readies herself to play.
And I feel the first clear beautiful notes that comes from her mouth......
"I'll keep on driving
So we can talk awhile
I know I could drive all night
Just to stay here with you."
It all comes crashing in on my heart; Our song, her voice, the sadness that laces the familiar words, the impossible choices we have to make. Before I can stop myself, tears are streaming down my face. I fight to catch my breath. I've never wanted anything in the world as much as I want her.
"At the end of the night we'll embrace
And stare at the star-filled night
Oh, would it be alright
If I didn't say goodbye this time?"
I push against her to search out the breath she is taking, to search out the feeling of her words.
"I'll wait and wonder
When our next time will be
I'll see you next week, hopefully
I wish it were sooner.
At the end of my trip we'll embrace
And stare at the star-filled night
Oh, would it be alright
If I didn't say goodbye this time?"
I allow the tears to flow but I find myself singing with her. There is comfort in the way our voices mingle and dance together in the open sky. I hear her voice catch when she realizes I am singing with her, to her.
"Everytime we're away
I feel a distance I can't take
Watching you drive away
Oh, it kills me
I'll be alright, have no worries
I'm just a bit over anxious
Maybe a little impatient
At the end of the night, next time
After we look at the star-filled night
Can we escape to a far away land
Where we will forever remain
Living as one, walking hand in hand?"
The last notes she plays float over our heads and we sit in silence. I don't want anything but her.
"I can't do this." I whisper.
"So it's over? This is just....over?"
I push to my feet and stand over her, looking down at the blonde in her hair that I have grown to adore. I look at her jawline, the one I have grown fond of kissing. I kneel in front of her and take her hands in mine, "No. It's not over, Sara. I can't do this. I can't leave. I'm not leaving."
The night, pregnant with questions and hope, seems suddenly brighter.