First Kiss
He was dancing, he knew, regardless of how his feet moved. He was pleased with himself, feeling as he had after swimming his first successful laps in a pool. He felt as though something big had occurred, that a milestone accomplishment had been achieved. She lead his every step, guiding him towards fluidity. The song ended, and they both collapsed onto the sofa in fits of joyous laughter.
"This night will live forever," she said, and he gave a series of stern nods in agreement. She took him by the hand and lead him outside. Following her had come naturally to him; she was the way, and he was the seeker of a new world to live in harmoniously. He sought only to be held by her, and she had craved only companionship - a friend with whom to feel safe and free.
It had been a couple of months since they had first met. She had cut through his layers of his personality, and found his soft core - where who he really was had been hiding from the world. She knew that the person she was falling so rapidly for existed deep within the secretive man she had met, and so she worked him out slowly, allowing him to bloom as beautiful flowers surely did in the spring time. Daily, she watered him, nourishing his soul with her love.
She never felt the urge to spell it out for him that she was falling in love until that moment, as they sat on her balcony enjoying the starry night sky. She bit her tongue. To her utter astonishment, he kissed her hand, muttering words she could not hear.
"What was that?" She asked.
"It was a prayer for unity," said he.
"What is that language?" She followed up.
"It is the first tongue of mankind, called Sanskrit," he said. "I have fallen very deeply into a state of affection for you."
She startled, amazed at how his eyes betrayed how very truthfully he had just spoken.
"I for you," she replied softly. They looked into each others eyes as visions of what could now be filled both their heads. He believed that they were seeing the same world, and so he said little more and decided to remain present in her midst.
"It's almost been two months, and you haven't so little as tried to kiss me," she questioned.
"I have never kissed someone before," he said. "Like, I have been kissed, and I have reciprocated; however it pains me to have to make the first move, invading people's personal space like that."
She smiled, understanding what he was saying. She knew how painful it was to have your space invaded and your safety threatened by a person bearing down on you with intention. She squeezed his hand, and inched her face slowly towards his. At first he was startled, until he realised she was kissing him, and he kissed her back.
As every night surely does, this one ended too. Dawn came, and with the rising sun came a new day, and they both had offices to get to. They lay in bed, realising that being late would possibly be the outcome. Her bed was perfect, he felt. They fit on it precisely. She turned to lay her head on his chest and listened to his beating heart. He simply lay there and breathed for a moment. He spoke first.
"May I spend tonight with you?" He asked.
"You ask me this every day," said she. "Why do you ask every morning when we already know that you will be here after work, with me, remembering how to love again?"
"Because every day is new; as are we new every day," he said. "You make decisions too, sugar, and it's important that, you know, there be consent."
She kissed him again at his words, and a new day began.
"This night will live forever," she said, and he gave a series of stern nods in agreement. She took him by the hand and lead him outside. Following her had come naturally to him; she was the way, and he was the seeker of a new world to live in harmoniously. He sought only to be held by her, and she had craved only companionship - a friend with whom to feel safe and free.
It had been a couple of months since they had first met. She had cut through his layers of his personality, and found his soft core - where who he really was had been hiding from the world. She knew that the person she was falling so rapidly for existed deep within the secretive man she had met, and so she worked him out slowly, allowing him to bloom as beautiful flowers surely did in the spring time. Daily, she watered him, nourishing his soul with her love.
She never felt the urge to spell it out for him that she was falling in love until that moment, as they sat on her balcony enjoying the starry night sky. She bit her tongue. To her utter astonishment, he kissed her hand, muttering words she could not hear.
"What was that?" She asked.
"It was a prayer for unity," said he.
"What is that language?" She followed up.
"It is the first tongue of mankind, called Sanskrit," he said. "I have fallen very deeply into a state of affection for you."
She startled, amazed at how his eyes betrayed how very truthfully he had just spoken.
"I for you," she replied softly. They looked into each others eyes as visions of what could now be filled both their heads. He believed that they were seeing the same world, and so he said little more and decided to remain present in her midst.
"It's almost been two months, and you haven't so little as tried to kiss me," she questioned.
"I have never kissed someone before," he said. "Like, I have been kissed, and I have reciprocated; however it pains me to have to make the first move, invading people's personal space like that."
She smiled, understanding what he was saying. She knew how painful it was to have your space invaded and your safety threatened by a person bearing down on you with intention. She squeezed his hand, and inched her face slowly towards his. At first he was startled, until he realised she was kissing him, and he kissed her back.
As every night surely does, this one ended too. Dawn came, and with the rising sun came a new day, and they both had offices to get to. They lay in bed, realising that being late would possibly be the outcome. Her bed was perfect, he felt. They fit on it precisely. She turned to lay her head on his chest and listened to his beating heart. He simply lay there and breathed for a moment. He spoke first.
"May I spend tonight with you?" He asked.
"You ask me this every day," said she. "Why do you ask every morning when we already know that you will be here after work, with me, remembering how to love again?"
"Because every day is new; as are we new every day," he said. "You make decisions too, sugar, and it's important that, you know, there be consent."
She kissed him again at his words, and a new day began.
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