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But it’s the first time in a long time that she has been on the prairies. It was Canada’s idea. Instead of them hanging around Ottawa and Toronto like they usually do, why not visit the places where her people (their people, the voice reminds her again) actually live?
And so they’ve spent their week together trekking across Manitoba and Saskatchewan and Alberta in a rented car with nothing for company but the AM CBC Radio channel and each other. Somewhere along the way it stopped being Ukraine and Canada, but Katyusha and Matthew in that little red car. And that’s when things change for them.
Katyusha runs out into a wheat field, golden and ripe and swaying, and she basks in the prairie sunshine. She had felt the compulsion to stand in the wheat, see if she could feel it growing around her. Instead she feels the breath of wind make the heads of wheat stroke her hands and legs and any part of her body they can reach, and she relaxes and basks in the sensations. When a pair of warm, work-roughed hands appear at her waist she merely leans into them and lets a smile breeze over her mouth.
“Katyusha, Katyusha,” Matthew sighs. “Do you want to keep going?” His breath caresses the back of her ear as his hands stroke her sides.
“No,” she says back, and she brings one hand over his, leaning into his shoulder and watching the swaying fields of gold. “Here. I want you here.” He takes his hands off her waist and pulls back, and she almost thinks she’s offended him, except then he turns her so that they are face to face. She smiles and he smiles, and when he kisses the corner of that smile tenderly she knows he wants her, too.
“Are you sure?” he asks gently. It is his gentleness, his careful attentiveness to her needs and wants, that makes her so willing to fall into his arms.
“Yes,” she replies, and then she leans against his front and kisses his lips soundly, with lips and tongue and a little bit of teeth. He kisses her back the same and purrs into her mouth, and the sound reverberates through her body. She pushes against him as the wind picks up, not for warmth but for the assurance he is there. She can feel him quivering like the wheat in the wind. She wonders if perhaps he is affected by the wind and his land like this all the time.
He brings his kisses to her neck so she looks up, offering him all her skin to taste and torment. Her eyes lock on the sky, and she is overwhelmed. It is cloudless and vast and so blue and alive she finds herself overpowered and nearly falls into her partner. He is kissing and licking and sucking her throat, but drowning in the sky does nothing to diminish the sensation. If anything, it is magnified until all she can comprehend is his touch and kisses and the blueblueblue in her eyes. His land and sky and mouth make her dizzy and she suddenly realises that her breath is gone, stolen by the overload of feeling. As soon as that realisation sinks in she tears her eyes from the blue and sucks in the dry prairie air.
He comes up from her neck and looks down at her in concern. “Too much?” he asks. She shakes her head, because all she wants is more, more, more. But he chuckles fondly and nuzzles her cheek. “The sky here is… different. Powerful.” He holds her close. “Don’t try and take more than you can handle.” He pulls back and clasps her hands, pulling down just a little. He’s anchoring her to the ground and wheat and the scent of the earth and kissing her chastely all across her face.
He pulls her down, until they are surrounded completely and entirely by stalks of wheat and the smell of moist earth. One stalk is entangled in his windblown hair and she moves a hand up to untangle it. He catches her hand and kisses the palm.
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