Short story time!
I felt like moving away from poetry for a moment or two...
Part One
Dreams were fun, but nothing beat the real thing.
From the second his eyes caught glimmer of her shyly smiling face, he knew his dreams compared nothing to this. The moment his fingers touched against her, and he was holding her in a momentary embrace, he would have given anything for time to freeze. He let his eyes roam up and down her body, from her gentle green eyes to her shoes. Damn, even her shoes looked nice. She could make rags look elegant.
They wandered aimlessly around nowhere in particular, just absorbing the other's company. Even a dull task like walking was an escapade when they were together. He would slide up close to her, only to anxiously take half a step away when she'd turn to smile at him. He'd never, in the past, been so shy to be so close to her, but he found himself unexplainably nervous.
She seemed to notice, and it amused her. Just to ruffle him, she'd give the softest brush of her shoulder against him. He'd get visibly jostled, and he'd scratch the back of his head and stare straight ahead. She'd giggle at his behavior, enjoying his shyness, while never fully opening herself up as well.
As they walked along an isolated path, he let his shyness fade away. Without giving it much thought, he softly grabbed her hand in his. Simultaneous little blushes crossed their faces, and he was pleased to notice her lack of resistance. There were no words for a while, and finally he stopped walking altogether.
"What is it?" A voice finally broke through, and it was hers.
"Nothing," he replied.
"Are you sure?"
He smiled softly. "You have something on your face."
"Where?" She asked.
He moved in closer, as if examining her face for said item. When he got close enough, he kissed her, holding for quite a time. "On your lips," he said when he finally pulled back. It was his turn to smile at her sudden shyness.
"Oh. Well." She asked after a brief pause, "Are you sure you got it?"
"Let me check."
But when he went to, she softly pushed him. He lost his balance and fell onto his back. She smirked a little and straddled him, successfully pinning him down.
"You planned that," he growled.
"Yes, I did." She smiled. "And you fell for it."
"Did you expect anything less?"
"I didn't." She ran a finger along the side of his face, noticing his shudder. "But since you want to play a game, let's play a game."
He smiled anxiously, yet hid his excitement well. "What type of game?"
"Let's play pretend." She offered.
"Okay. What do you want to pretend?"
"That, for now, things are exactly as we both want them."
"And what's that?"
She smiled. "We both know, deep down inside. I'm sure I don't have to say anything."
He was quiet for a moment, then answered delicately, "I'd like to pretend that."
"I like this game."
"I think I will, too."
To be continued.
Part One
Dreams were fun, but nothing beat the real thing.
From the second his eyes caught glimmer of her shyly smiling face, he knew his dreams compared nothing to this. The moment his fingers touched against her, and he was holding her in a momentary embrace, he would have given anything for time to freeze. He let his eyes roam up and down her body, from her gentle green eyes to her shoes. Damn, even her shoes looked nice. She could make rags look elegant.
They wandered aimlessly around nowhere in particular, just absorbing the other's company. Even a dull task like walking was an escapade when they were together. He would slide up close to her, only to anxiously take half a step away when she'd turn to smile at him. He'd never, in the past, been so shy to be so close to her, but he found himself unexplainably nervous.
She seemed to notice, and it amused her. Just to ruffle him, she'd give the softest brush of her shoulder against him. He'd get visibly jostled, and he'd scratch the back of his head and stare straight ahead. She'd giggle at his behavior, enjoying his shyness, while never fully opening herself up as well.
As they walked along an isolated path, he let his shyness fade away. Without giving it much thought, he softly grabbed her hand in his. Simultaneous little blushes crossed their faces, and he was pleased to notice her lack of resistance. There were no words for a while, and finally he stopped walking altogether.
"What is it?" A voice finally broke through, and it was hers.
"Nothing," he replied.
"Are you sure?"
He smiled softly. "You have something on your face."
"Where?" She asked.
He moved in closer, as if examining her face for said item. When he got close enough, he kissed her, holding for quite a time. "On your lips," he said when he finally pulled back. It was his turn to smile at her sudden shyness.
"Oh. Well." She asked after a brief pause, "Are you sure you got it?"
"Let me check."
But when he went to, she softly pushed him. He lost his balance and fell onto his back. She smirked a little and straddled him, successfully pinning him down.
"You planned that," he growled.
"Yes, I did." She smiled. "And you fell for it."
"Did you expect anything less?"
"I didn't." She ran a finger along the side of his face, noticing his shudder. "But since you want to play a game, let's play a game."
He smiled anxiously, yet hid his excitement well. "What type of game?"
"Let's play pretend." She offered.
"Okay. What do you want to pretend?"
"That, for now, things are exactly as we both want them."
"And what's that?"
She smiled. "We both know, deep down inside. I'm sure I don't have to say anything."
He was quiet for a moment, then answered delicately, "I'd like to pretend that."
"I like this game."
"I think I will, too."
To be continued.