Life Translated as Excerpts

Long Day.

When she saw you walk through the door, slouched and slightly dragging your feet, she got up off of the bed to wrap you in a hug.
"How was your day?" she asked. Her voice, soft and gentle.

The events of the day had kept you on edge and tense the entire time. Enveloped in her arms you finally felt able to relax a little bit, the gentle beating of her heart starting to disarm you. Closing your eyes, you sighed and leaned your head onto her shoulder, melting into her touch. But only just a little bit.

You were afraid if you let go, even the slightest bit more, your stiff muscles would give way and you'd simply collapse onto the floor. You couldn't even muster the strength to answer her. In an attempt to speak, you parted your lips slightly and instead, released a breath you didn't know you were holding in.

She held you for a few seconds longer, taking in the meaning of your breath. Knowing. It's not like you needed to verbalize what you want to communicate. Not with her. Most of the time she understood what you were thinking before you had a chance to form the words anyway.

She let go, and with her hand, caressed the side of your face down to your jaw. Tilting it slightly so she could look in your eyes for a moment, making sure to connect before taking your hand and leading you over to the bed. Pulling your heavy jacket off and laying it on the chair next to her, she knew you needed support, but more importantly, a quiet place to just exist for a while.

She laid on her back and gently pulled you down into her. You shift around, finding the places you wanted to fall into her. Your bodies coalesce as if you were a two-piece puzzle. Your face was cradled in the crook of her neck. Your forearm rested on her chest, rubbing your thumb back and forth against her soft skin, simply enjoying the privilege to feel her heart beating beneath you.

She patiently waited for you to settle in, her arms once again gently wrap around you. One resting on your side, her hand brushing the hair out of your face and sweeping her fingers down your neck so it wouldn't get in your eyes. The other landing on the small of your back, finding its way up under your shirt, gingerly stroking up and down. Her fingers barely skimmed across your skin. The lightness of the touch was coaxing you to rest. Reminding you that you always have a safe place.

She leaned her head onto yours and continued to trace little love notes into your skin. You breathed in, catching the aroma, and reveling in it. In this moment. Her touch. The rise and fall of her chest. All of it. Her pheromones were a powerful drug and you were an addict. It takes a minute, but your body finally catches up to your mind as, piece by piece, every strand of muscle gives in until you felt like a puddle. Simply put you're just relaxed, but with her, everything felt like ecstasy.