Late Night Reunion Part One
The sky is dark and foreboding. Lighting cracks and a flash
pierces the darkness, chasing away the
shadows only to leave a ghostly image of what was seen for
an instant glowing in the mind. As the wind
blows and the rain pounds upon the roof, you pull the blanket
a little tighter around your body and move a
little closer to the fire. A soft glow from the flames dance
upon your face. The delicate porcelain of your
face radiates the warmth and amazingly brings even greater
beauty to what many consider absolute
perfection of grace and femininity.
Startled from your thoughts, you jump as someone pounds
upon your door urgently. You look at the clock
and to the fire contemplating whom on earth would be calling
on you this late. Uncertain if you are going to
answer the door, you tiptoe across the room and peek out
at your uninvited visitor. You pause for a second
not recognizing the face, but take a second look. Water
is pouring down the mans face and his glasses
are nearly fogged up completely. Your eyes widen as a though
races thru your mind. There is a moment
of possible recognition, but you are uncertain. Why? How?
You think as you dash to your computer and
pull up an image. Round as saucers your eyes become as you
realize you do know the man at your door.
Your heart pounds within your chest and you make your way
back to the door. You look again and he is
still there waiting patiently. This man, unlike most,
doesn't have a look of frustration at being in the cold
rain, but simply appears to be waiting patiently, seemingly
secure in some thought. Trembling, your hand
moves to unlock the door, but pauses. Your mind is telling
you of the million and one reasons why this
could be a bad idea and your hand withdraws for a moment.
It moves to your chest and feels your heart
pounding. Your eyes close as you lean against the door almost
straining to hear through it. A warm calm
soothing sensation washes over your body as your heart
reassures you why it's safe to open the door.
"Yes", you whisper. He is different; he is safe.
You smile as you begin to open the door. Your head is swimming,
as the world seems to spin around and
around you. Your eyes meet and you gaze deeply into his bright
twinkling blue eyes and he returns the
longing look into your emerald eyes. "Cole, how on
earth? you begin to speak but silently his finger gently
touches your lips, hushing you. With a whisper, he simply
states that he once told you that neither time
nor space could keep you apart. Why did you doubt him?
Suddenly realizing that he is still standing in the tempest,
you take his hand in yours and pull him out of the
storm and into the warmth of your house. Eyes darting for
something to use to dry, you use the closest
thing available and wrap your blanket around Cole. He smiles,
still gazing into your eyes, but you realize
that despite the content look on his face, his body has begun
to shiver uncontrollably. You both move to
the fire and seek shelter from the chill of the evening.
Mild hypothermia has started to take it's toll and
his eyes begin to flutter slightly as he fights to focus,
yet
the whole time, there is nothing but the most happy and satisfied
smile upon Cole's face as his eyes take
in every inch of your face.
You throw some more wood on the fire and work the coals until
it roars to life and the whole room is aglow
with its light and warmth. You remove the blanket and give
a knowing nod. "Don't you know how to dress
for the weather up here? One doesn't wear something
like this during a storm", you say as you begin to
unbutton the shirt. "You are soaked to the bone. You
will never get warm with this thing on". Without time
to react, Cole leans forward and steals a tender kiss. He
blushes and looks away shyly. "I'm sorry, I just
have thought of little else besides your lips since first
seeing them." You smile but say nothing. You have
one thing on your mind, and that's to keep this man from
freezing to death.
Your fingers move quickly as you work your way down, undoing
button after button. You hands move inside
the shirt and up his chest. His skin is frightfully cold
from the storm, yet the touch ignites a fire within you.
You pause for just an instant as your lower lip is lightly
squeezed between your teeth, but you regain focus
and move your hands up his shoulders and cause his shirt
to fall down his back. The orange and red
tongues of flame and light dance upon his chest.
**** Stay Tuned for Part Two ****
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