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It was late, well past when most of the world had crawled into bed for the night, and I was still wide awake. The sky was alight with sparks and the world outside was in tumult. Flashes from the windows lit the room for moments at a time, recreating everything in black and white. On this noir night, as the rain simmered at a low hum, muffled by the rattling of window panes and brick walls, and tender breathing under bed covers, I let out a silent smirk.
I felt the soft rise and fall of her chest slow as the humming filled the room. We had been lying on my bed for some time, listening to the millions of drops outside, listening to each other breathe. Her skin felt warm on mine, and I pulled the covers over us like the rain could begin seeping in at any moment. I laid my hand on her waist and ran the other up and down the valley of her back, up and down. Her hair smelled sweet and ran through my fingers like silky sand. In the mornings when she would go, I would often find a hair or two draped over my pillow, like long strands of golden memories. I could tell this was a night to make memories.
My heart would not sit still in my chest, and I knew she could feel it too, thumping against her shoulders. She turned to me and let her hair gingerly fall over her face, and with a smile I pushed the hair away from her lips long enough to kiss her softly.
When our lips met, the windows rattled and the furniture shook, the cat ran for cover and the hairs on my body stood on end. The clap of thunder was too loud to be immediately believed. For a moment, the room had come alive with the flash and rumble of the great storm outside, which, for all of our attempts to do so, could no longer be ignored. Our lips parted and our eyes met, and now it was her heart that would not sit still. But her heart was not like mine, not like the timid thumping of a small rabbit running for cover, but more adventurous and unafraid.
We went outside on the balcony, and I stood in the doorway while she stepped out for a better look. We looked in awe at the world ablaze with wild raindrops, obscuring our sight like everything was melting. The torrents were so thick that the patches below streetlights fizzled like static sepia TV screens. The trees outside strained under their newfound weight and the grayscale skies cracked with thunder. All was alive with sound and fury, all was deluged, and all was electric. And so was she.
She stood there, letting the rain pelt her and stared with quiet intensity at the skies. Lightning struck, but stayed caught in the clouds, and the sky became green, then yellow, then white, and she smiled. Standing in the heart of a maelstrom, she smiled. I walked up behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist and looked over her shoulder. Her naked legs were soaked and her breath was quick and thin.
She was shaking, and I was shaking too, not because she was cold or afraid. She was electric with excitement, like she had seen Zeus himself hurling thunderbolts down to us with terrible majesty. We were shaking together there, smiling at the rain, resonating with the awesome sight we knew we were so fortunate to see.
And on that balcony, feeling our hearts race together in the cacophony, feeling the cold of the rain and the warmth of her body against mine, the rise and fall of tepid breath and the cold sting of wind, I knew I was between two memories that would always leave me breathless.
I felt the soft rise and fall of her chest slow as the humming filled the room. We had been lying on my bed for some time, listening to the millions of drops outside, listening to each other breathe. Her skin felt warm on mine, and I pulled the covers over us like the rain could begin seeping in at any moment. I laid my hand on her waist and ran the other up and down the valley of her back, up and down. Her hair smelled sweet and ran through my fingers like silky sand. In the mornings when she would go, I would often find a hair or two draped over my pillow, like long strands of golden memories. I could tell this was a night to make memories.
My heart would not sit still in my chest, and I knew she could feel it too, thumping against her shoulders. She turned to me and let her hair gingerly fall over her face, and with a smile I pushed the hair away from her lips long enough to kiss her softly.
When our lips met, the windows rattled and the furniture shook, the cat ran for cover and the hairs on my body stood on end. The clap of thunder was too loud to be immediately believed. For a moment, the room had come alive with the flash and rumble of the great storm outside, which, for all of our attempts to do so, could no longer be ignored. Our lips parted and our eyes met, and now it was her heart that would not sit still. But her heart was not like mine, not like the timid thumping of a small rabbit running for cover, but more adventurous and unafraid.
We went outside on the balcony, and I stood in the doorway while she stepped out for a better look. We looked in awe at the world ablaze with wild raindrops, obscuring our sight like everything was melting. The torrents were so thick that the patches below streetlights fizzled like static sepia TV screens. The trees outside strained under their newfound weight and the grayscale skies cracked with thunder. All was alive with sound and fury, all was deluged, and all was electric. And so was she.
She stood there, letting the rain pelt her and stared with quiet intensity at the skies. Lightning struck, but stayed caught in the clouds, and the sky became green, then yellow, then white, and she smiled. Standing in the heart of a maelstrom, she smiled. I walked up behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist and looked over her shoulder. Her naked legs were soaked and her breath was quick and thin.
She was shaking, and I was shaking too, not because she was cold or afraid. She was electric with excitement, like she had seen Zeus himself hurling thunderbolts down to us with terrible majesty. We were shaking together there, smiling at the rain, resonating with the awesome sight we knew we were so fortunate to see.
And on that balcony, feeling our hearts race together in the cacophony, feeling the cold of the rain and the warmth of her body against mine, the rise and fall of tepid breath and the cold sting of wind, I knew I was between two memories that would always leave me breathless.