The smell of coffee filled my lungs while I enjoyed each sip on that balcony. Looking up at the sky, I could the see the undecided clouds, Gloomy confused but still filled with life, something I could relate to easily. It had drizzled just minutes ago. And the air filled itself with that all familiar smell of fresh rain on fresh soil.
'You really are in your element. Arent you?' The voice that filled my ears still held that same mystique as the first day I had heard it.
'I am. It just needs a bit of thunder and I'm there.' I turn around to face him and return that warm smile of his.
Did this warm feeling have something to do with the coffee? I wasn't sure. But I embraced it the same.
'I'm a bit scared of it actually.' He chuckled
Turning back to balcony view I replied. 'At least now I know something that you are afraid of.'
'Not that I'm terrified. Just uncomfortable perhaps.' His voice approached closer as he took his place next to me on the balcony.
'What else are you afraid of?' She raised her eyebrows and looked him straight in the eye. He began to shift uncomfortably as my eyes searched him for answers. Just as it had all these days that I've known him. He just couldn't make eye contact. I smiled to myself at how that thought filled me with the same warmth I felt a moment ago.
'Im not afraid of anything else' A nervous grin spread across his face as he avoided my look.
'Oh really? Then you wouldn't mind looking me in the eye, would you, when you answer that?' I couldn't help grin the same way. I knew how irritating this must be to him.
'What does that have to do with anything really?' He turned to look at me with his nervous grin still attached. He was literally beginning to shake at the effort.
'Ok ok, stop! Don't kill yourself with the effort of doing that.' I laughed at his extraordinary effort.
He complied almost instantly. 'Only because you said not to' He said
The impulse that came over me that instant made me stand up on my feet and quickly peck him on his cheek.
The surprise and blushing bout that came over him, instantly wiped the beautiful smirk from his face.
'What was that for, may I ask?'
'Don't know maybe if you'd only stop asking me questions. I could think clearly'
The confused expression on his face was priceless.
'Now that's perfect. Shush..' I stood up on my feet again, hooked my arms behind his neck and gently kissed his lips. Fire swept through my insides from my stomach to every inch of my body. It took him a few seconds to register what was happening. But when he regained his sense of belonging, I knew whatever was consuming me had found its way inside him. What started as slow and tentative soon blossomed into burning embers of passion. My hands all over his face and his inside my hair. Everything melted inside me. Throwing tingling sensations all over my body. The melting soon flowed of its own accord and started to drench my clothes down below. If this was passion, I wanted to be consumed by it.
How we found our way to the room and onto the bed I could still not remember. But the burns that he left with his trails from my ear past the neck and all the way down was still fresh in my skin's memory. The way his smell invaded every olfactory nerve in me. How he asked 'Is this alright. Am I hurting you?' every time I bit my lips to stop myself from whimpering out aloud. How my legs behaved on their own accord. From opening themselves up, to shaking uncontrollably multiple times throughout the night. I knew he had made sure that he had fulfilled my needs, even though he became content way before me.
When the next morning came I was sore all over. Every skin stretch felt over excited and every fold felt bereft of moisture. The cup of coffee waiting for me started me up again. When I walked up to him sitting by the table all I wanted was to hold him close and maybe even restart something from yesterday.
But the cold words that left my mouth held no promise
'I won't be coming to see you off on your plane' Now, I couldn't keep my eyes on his.
'I know'. He smiled understandingly. The way he looked conveyed how much he knew. Almost suffocatingly I looked away before something changed in me.
'I will leave tomorrow' I simply replied.
'I wish I could have seen you off' He said smiling awkwardly.
' Maybe I will come visit there, at your home 'I said
' Maybe' We both knew how the story ends.
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The End..
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