“It’s raining,” he said.
“I like the rain,” she replied. It was true: the rain reminded her of her childhood and of places she had traveled. The rain brought many pleasant memories with it.
“I like you,” he said, with that crooked smile of his that belied his age, revealing a youthful innocence, which, he knew, made him irresistible to her.
“Did you know,” she started, trying to keep her composure if only for a moment longer as he stepped closer to her, “that dragonflies swarm before it rains?”
“No,” he mumbled from behind her, his lips skimming the tender softness of her shoulder.
“I learned that when I lived in China,” she volunteered, wondering if perhaps this flippant fact would interest him more than her skin, her smell, her shallow breath, her anticipation.
But it was exactly these facts about her past, her travels and adventures that she offered up so trivially, that made her so fascinating to him - and so desirable.
In one quick motion he pulled her to him with one hand, while the other hand brushed back her long, dark hair, allowing him to kiss that sweet spot on the back of her neck where she had the dragonfly tattoo.
She closed her eyes and sighed, losing herself in the moment and the tenderness of his lips, forgetting all about dragonflies and the rain.
May 11, 2010
Very nice micro fiction. I think you should share your talent with challenges on this.
ReplyDeleteI like the subtle romance angle.. that dragonfly tattoo in Japan means freedom and courage. I wrote about it before.
Nice to meet you~