Winter Season

Your kiss

When he woke, the room was dark. He was covered up. Light peaked out from the bathroom door. When she returned to bed, he wrapped her up.

She asked again, “Honey, are you okay?”

“I am now.” He snuggled up against her. “Do you remember on my birthday how I wanted you to kiss me but you were so unsure. You’ve always gotten it right. But I know there is a way that I can kiss you and you melt like chocolate in the sun.”

“I know.”

“You found your kiss.”

She giggled, “really.”

“Dear God, really.” He rubbed his nose in her hair.

“Was this our first fight?”

“Did we really fight?” He looked puzzled.

“You don’t have a black eye. None of our clothes are in the yard. There wasn’t any cussing or screaming.”

He kissed her neck and across her shoulder. “I don’t like any of that.”

“Nor do I.”

“I will work on being able to say what I feel. I can’t always think of the right words in the moment.”

“I understand that and will do the same.”

“Ess.”

“Yes.”

“Let’s go ahead and get married.”

She rolled over in his arms, caressing his face. “Are you sure?”

“I’ve been sure.” His voice cracked. “Ever since Valentine’s Day, I’ve been sure. I love you.” He moved to hover over her.

She wrapped her legs around his waist. “I must confess; I like it when you take control. I have been in control all of my life. I trust you and it feels freeing to let you drive.”

He kissed her with THAT KISS, “I was thinking that same thing. How intoxicating it was that you wanted me and took what you wanted.”

He gasped as she licked his ear, “so one of these days if I want to rip your clothes off and do unspeakable things to you, you’ll let me.”  

“What kind of unspeakable things?”

She giggled, “oh, I’m sure I can think of something naughty.”

“I bet you can,” he said playfully.

She rubbed her fingers through his hair, “are we okay? I’m learning as I go on this.”

“I should be asking you that question.”

She kissed him gently, “we’re okay.”

Winter Season