Just playing with words tonight and working back up to concentrated work on the book. Warning: Probably falls in the "chick" arena, guys!
Love in the Afternoon
the gentle musings of a romantic...
“Sweetheart? Where are you?” the man called quietly, not hearing the usual sounds of music playing, or seeing lights on in the living room or office on a dreary day. He shushed the dog who was ecstatically yipping its joy at his return.
A few steps down the hallway gave the reason for the quietness of the house. His lady was barely visible in the jumble of covers; only a small part of her face was showing, the heat of the covers creating a sheen on her forehead. Being well familiar with her cold feet touching his legs, he was surprised to see the sweat on her face. Closer examination showed that she’d fallen asleep in her clothes - the normal sweatshirt, jeans and wool socks that comprised her ‘after work’ clothes.
“Ahhh, Love....,” the look he gave her was so tender, had she seen it, she’d have had tears well up in her eyes.
He knew she was exhausted, the weeks prior to the holidays had been intense for both of them. He’d looked forward to spending the rest of late afternoon with her, but decided to try to make her comfortable for her rest.
He gently pulled the covers from around her, thinking to just lightly cover her with the sheet. When she slumbered through that, he decided to carefully pull the wool socks off her feet. Again, no change in her slumber made him proceed to the next item of clothing. He pulled off her jeans, and though she stirred as though to wake, he softly said, “No, keep your eyes, closed....sleep...let me make you comfortable.”
“Mmmmm....okay........” she let him handle her like a child, holding her arms up as he stripped the sweatshirt from her, her eyes never opening. Her nipples hardened as the cool air hit them. He looked at them, found himself slightly aroused. There was time for that later.
He tucked the covers around her, watched her curl within them and drift back into deep slumber. He smoothed her hair away from her face, and let his fingertips caress her soft cheek, let his fingers drift over her arm to her hand, which he gently picked up. He turned it so the palm faced upward; he softly kissed her fingertips.
“Sleep well, my beloved. I love you.”
9 comments:
Oooh very nice Kate, is this something new, or what you've been working on?
Oh, that was just a short story that, amazingly enough, was right there in my head when I woke up from a nap yesterday. So, I wrote it down. It's a good exercise for me to remember that my roots were "in" short stories, long before the poetry and far longer before the thought of novels!
No, it's not part of either of the big projects I'm working on, but who knows? It might fit into something one of these days!
Thanks for your comments!
All I write is "chick" arena stuff so don't worry.
Don't you just love when you wake up and words come in your mind? The latest story I'm working on came to me in the middle of a work day. I had to jot down what I could in the middle of doing patients, but I didn't want to forget any of it. LOL!
Great talking with you the other day!
The mall trip was uneventful. I don't feel so bad now writing stuff down at work. Of course, only I can decipher it later, sometimes LOL!
Very nice Kate! Very nice!
Thanks for sharing!
Hey, Melanie:
When I was a reporter, I never worried about losing my notes or having them subpoenaed into court: I have my own version of shorthand, one that only I can decipher. Maks for perfect security of me notes, dinna ye ken? And, if they ever did get subpoenaed -- they never did -- the lawyers would have no choice but to tak me word for what they said. Neat, huh?
Nice story, Kate, but warn me next time, okay? This thing is so sweet, it'll mak one's teeth rot. ;-D
The Auld Scot
TW - remember, I'm one of the few that can read at least part of your shorthand! LOL But, just last week, I think I found a person whose scribblings were *seriously* undecipherable!
And,regarding the story: you were warned, Woofie...it specifically said at the top that it probably fell into the "chick" arena. So....PFFFFFFTTTTTT! *grin* Or perhaps I should just give my standard reply to you when you're giving me s*** - KMA Warrior! ;)
Think I'll have a shower. A COLD shower!
Why, Katie lass, what an ill temper ye have. What's wrong, did ye get smacked in the heid by the Humor Monster?
You are right, you did warn us that this was a chick story. I saw that. I just couldna' resist making some sort of comment, ye ken. As to yer scurrilous and totally unfounded command to KYA, lass, ye ken well me standard retort: stick it out here.
The Auld Scot
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