The soft satin cushions separated us and I reached out for his absent fingers. Sitting here in blissful silence, I explored the contours of his hands with my own. 1
Not one word was ushered. I liked how my hand fit into his. I liked how we could be so comfortable in one another's company, without the need for distraction. 2
A soft lick of breeze sneaked through the french doors, lingering across my face in a warm haze. I shuddered, not through cold, but through the intensity of being here. With him.3
His palm felt soft to my roving fingers. His hand jilted slightly out of reach. My fingers were clearly tickling him. He was deep in thought and barely registered that he had jerked his hand away.4
I sank down into the cushions, looking at him stare straight ahead. He had had a hard day at work and now sat on the sofa, shoes and work attire still on. I was happy for the silence. I was happy to just be close to him.5
The vase containing white lillies sparkled in the late afternoon sun. The heads were wide open now, not like the closed tight buds of two days previous. They had been his gift after I'd made him a candlelit three course dinner.6
But the lillies could not compare with simply being here with him. 7
The gentle lull of waves against sand, outside our window, provided a delicate soundtrack. The afternoon sun was beginning to chill as the breeze slowly picked up momentum.8
Our uninterrupted time was coming to a brief end. I soaked in as much of his gaze as I could, lingering slightly in my reluctance to leave him. A short soft squeeze of his hand, our eyes locked in unspoken appreciation. A kiss on the back of my palm. A murmur of 'I love you' and 'You're beautiful'.9
I hesitantly stand, my body's imprint already fading from the sofa cushions. As I leave the living area I feel his smile on my back. I open the door to the kitchen and remove the cake from the oven. I stand it proudly on the counter and refill our champagne flutes. 10
'Happy Anniversary.' I beam, as I re-enter the room. He sees the cake and grins wide. He helps himself to a slice and we toast another year. 11
My fingers dance delicately over his once more. I know the evening is ours. The light is fading gently. I drink in his features again and sigh in contentment. 12
The evening is ours, I whisper to myself. 13
The evening is ours.
Author notes
The love language in this story is primarily 'quality time'. This is my love language in real life, and the male character's love language of acts of service (the cake) is my husband's. I have tried to include every love language in this story, as all five are enjoyed to a certain degree.
I love this book too - really makes you appreciate your loved ones when you understand their love languages!
A contest entry
- 5 Love Languages by Mel-the-Believer.
100 points, ended October 8, 2008, 6 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next story in this contest, remove from contest
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"his absent fingers" - this suggests to me that his fingers aren't really there...
"ushered" should read "uttered" in the 2nd para I think - 'ushered' means something different.
I really love the imagery here - I could almost hear the soothing sounds of the sea, and I got an image of a light, airy room with the white lillies as a pleasing focal point.
However, you said at one point that your alone time was being cut short, and then that you had the whole evening - perhaps this could be changed slightly? As an initial suggestion, how about instead of you time alone coming to an end, you put something like "I know that tomorrow will be just another busy today. But for now we're alone together in this stillness"??
Obviously, that's just a simple suggestion! I really like this, glad I clicked. -
This was wonderful. I loved it. Thank you so much for entering the contest. Keep on writing. God Bless!
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Your description is terrific and the lovely half-twist, going from what might be erotic to a most beautiful love scene? What man in his right mind wouldn't want something like this!
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I found this to be very descriptive which I look forward in a story. It was well written. Good job.
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I found this at a total random. This is beautiful written and I love the scenery. You had me thinking they were in bed but I can see I was wrong lol. Great write tho. Keep it up. Good luck in the contest.
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