Wordmongers' Masque
A Perfect Day.
Waking up I was happy to find myself holding you in my arms. I could tell you were still asleep by the faintly patterned breathing. We were curled up in each other's bodies and the blanket had been pushed down, exposing us to the mild chill of the room. Feeling you shiver, I pulled it back up to your neck.
Gently, you stirred and began to wake up. I placed a soft kiss on the back of your head and pulled you tighter in my arms. It only lasted for a few brief moments as you rolled over, to look me in the eyes. There we lay, content to gaze into each other's eyes, until I moved to kiss you.
As my lips reached yours, you gave me a quick peck back. And then, rather suddenly, you got up. As you stood you pulled the blanket with you and let it drape over your body. Reluctantly, I pulled on my boxers and followed.
When I'd caught up with you, the bathroom door was firmly closed. I only had to stand there for a moment before you decided to open it. But instead of letting me in you stuck out an arm and handed me my toothbrush with toothpaste already on it.
“Brush up,” you demanded.
I grinned and did so, knocking when I was ready to spit. You opened the door while finish up your own teeth. As you set the toothbrush down, you also let the blanket drop. Standing there, exposed, you seemed unable to stop tapping your foot in mock impatience. And I couldn't help but stare. With your beautiful smile you pushed my head towards the sink.
“So sorry,” I half giggled as I rinsed out my mouth. Turning back to you, I tried against for a kiss. There you let our lips lock. It was long enough to be called a kiss, but not long enough to let me taste you. You moved your mouth away from mine, while you slid your hands down my side. From there, you dropped my boxers to the floor to join the blanket and pulled me into the shower.
As you fiddled with the taps, water begun to drip out of the facet. When it started to spray properly a blast of cold splashed off of you and onto me. Even as it happened you squirmed behind me and forced me to take the ice-cold assault. I quickly turned the hot water on and a rush of warmth hit us.
We spent almost an hour in there. Touching. Kissing. Washing. Soaping. Until, finally, the water started to cool off as the tank began to run out. The chill felt weird with your warm body against mine. I turned the water off as you grabbed towels. We were almost dried off before either of us spoke a word. You tossed me your damp towel, wandering away while leaving me to hang them up.
“I get your bathrobe,” you exclaimed, already halfway through putting it on.
“And that leaves me with?” I questioned, laughing at your fit in the giant robe. You started back towards my room and said something I was too busy staring to hear. I followed behind and caught the sound of drawers being opened.
“Clean boxers!” you said as you tossed me a pair, “and breakfast!”
Together we cooked. Made acceptable eggs on my second attempt and toast on my first. You did the bacon, claiming you had “superior cooking knowledge”. We ate our late, almost lunch, breakfast at the table and played footsie. You laughed at my giant, awkward feet... and I mocked your tiny ones. And we held hands in that “just happy to be there” way.
“So?” you asked.
“So what?” I responded, fully understanding the question. I just enjoyed hearing your voice.
“So... what are we doing today?” you replied with just a hint of smile on your face. Followed with an only slightly playful kick.
“Not good enough for us to be together, eh? We always have to be doing something, don't we?” I got up and put our dishes in the sink. When I turned back around, you were standing right there with your hands on your hips.
I couldn't help but kiss you.
“That's your brilliant plan? Kiss me?” you smiled and pressed your lips against mine, “Good enough for me...”
It took a whole of twenty minutes for us to make it back to my bed, stopping to hold and kiss each other. This time, it was me undressing you. I pulled my bath robe off your body and admired you, before you escaped into the warmth of blankets. I slid off my boxers and crawled under them, back to your body.
That's how we spent our day.
Touching. Kissing. Cuddling. And loving. And I couldn't think of anything better.
A mask tells us more than a face.
Oscar Wilde