The sunlight was waning through the window, the clock quickly ticking away the minutes on the wall. I leaned against the sink, hairbrush in my hand, and I looked in the mirror.
"Vacation's almost over," I spoke softly in my head. And with that, I finished brushing my hair, and came out of the bathroom.
He's sitting on the couch, mindlessly staring out the window at the setting sun through the not-so-filtering blinds. He looks so peaceful. I close the door behind me, walking right in front of him to the doors leading to the outside, where the ocean is dancing along the shore. I throw open the doors, and seat myself on the arm of a chair, with a tranquil view of the setting sun against the ocean staring back at me. I hear him stir from behind me, and feel a shift in the chair when he sits down. A slight breeze wafts through the door, making his cologne float into my senses, surrounding me like a blanket.
"A lovely day turning into an even lovelier evening," he spoke, his voice tinged with contentment. He wraps his left arm around my waist, his fingers lazily swirling on my hip.
"It's definitely beautiful," I reply, a smile forming on my face. "I love the ocean. I love the beach. There is no better place for me to be happy than by the ocean." His fingers stop tracing circles on my hip. His fingers tap my side.
"What about me? Don't I make you happy?"
"It's definitely beautiful," I reply, a smile forming on my face. "I love the ocean. I love the beach. There is no better place for me to be happy than by the ocean." His fingers stop tracing circles on my hip. His fingers tap my side.
"What about me? Don't I make you happy?"
My lips purse in amusement.
"Of course you make me happy," I voice, placing my hand on his. "But you also know how peaceful I feel by the ocean."
"I do, yes." His fingers go back to tracing haphazard shapes against my hip and thigh.
"I do, yes." His fingers go back to tracing haphazard shapes against my hip and thigh.
Another breeze grazes my face, and I close my eyes as it caresses my senses. I breathe it in and sigh with delight, as he takes my hand in his and laces our fingers together. He leans his head against my back, making me chuckle.
"I miss you," he murmurs into my back.
"What do you mean, you miss me? I'm right here." I grab the hand on my leg and kiss it.
"But you're not here. You're there, standing on the shore."
"I am so here right now. I can feel you touching me, I feel your hand in mine, and I can smell the cologne I bought you for Christmas. If I were by the ocean, I wouldn't feel or smell any of that." I turn to him, and kiss the top of his forehead. "You're a silly guy," I laugh. I turn back to the opened doors, and watch the sky turn a pinkish-purple as the sun sets further into the horizon. His fingers move from my hip to my back, creating figure-eights in their wake. He buries his face at the top of my back, his nose pressing gently into the nape of my neck.
"What do you mean, you miss me? I'm right here." I grab the hand on my leg and kiss it.
"But you're not here. You're there, standing on the shore."
"I am so here right now. I can feel you touching me, I feel your hand in mine, and I can smell the cologne I bought you for Christmas. If I were by the ocean, I wouldn't feel or smell any of that." I turn to him, and kiss the top of his forehead. "You're a silly guy," I laugh. I turn back to the opened doors, and watch the sky turn a pinkish-purple as the sun sets further into the horizon. His fingers move from my hip to my back, creating figure-eights in their wake. He buries his face at the top of my back, his nose pressing gently into the nape of my neck.
"I know what you're doing, Mister."
"And what is that, madame?"
"Tempting me to turn around, and stop looking at the ocean." His lips press gently against my neck, and move down, stopping at the top of my spine. His breath tickled as he lingered there. Deciding to play with him, I get up from the chair, and walk outside. Dragging a deck chair, I sit down, burying my toes in the sand. I hear his footsteps against the wooden planks of the patio/deck, and then the slight shuffle of the sand displacing behind me. He crouches down beside me, his hands gripping the arm of chair and places his chin on his fingers.
"And what is that, madame?"
"Tempting me to turn around, and stop looking at the ocean." His lips press gently against my neck, and move down, stopping at the top of my spine. His breath tickled as he lingered there. Deciding to play with him, I get up from the chair, and walk outside. Dragging a deck chair, I sit down, burying my toes in the sand. I hear his footsteps against the wooden planks of the patio/deck, and then the slight shuffle of the sand displacing behind me. He crouches down beside me, his hands gripping the arm of chair and places his chin on his fingers.
"Why'd you go away?"
"No reason. I just felt like it," I smile. He sighs, and sits on the sand. He picks up a handful, and lets it slip through his fingers, the breeze blowing it away from him.
"Come sit next to me," he asks, a hint mischief in his voice.
"No, I am comfortable here," I reply. I reach out my hand, and run my fingers through his deep brown hair. I see a smile creep across his face. He's not even slightly annoyed at me, if he's doing that. He takes my hand, and kisses my palm. He glances up at me, his blue eyes dancing in the light, and I smile. I stand up.
"No reason. I just felt like it," I smile. He sighs, and sits on the sand. He picks up a handful, and lets it slip through his fingers, the breeze blowing it away from him.
"Come sit next to me," he asks, a hint mischief in his voice.
"No, I am comfortable here," I reply. I reach out my hand, and run my fingers through his deep brown hair. I see a smile creep across his face. He's not even slightly annoyed at me, if he's doing that. He takes my hand, and kisses my palm. He glances up at me, his blue eyes dancing in the light, and I smile. I stand up.
"Where are you going?" His eyes search mine questioningly. I step away, his hand still in mine.
"Make some space," I smile. He opens his arm, and I sit across his lap, resting my head on his shoulder. "This is much better," I sigh. He runs his hands up and down my arms, warming them. He leans his head down, and kisses me softly.
"Make some space," I smile. He opens his arm, and I sit across his lap, resting my head on his shoulder. "This is much better," I sigh. He runs his hands up and down my arms, warming them. He leans his head down, and kisses me softly.
A perfect end to a perfect day.
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