sunday scribblings - kiss

Tension: palpable. Nerves in overdrive when faced with opportunity after months of "if only..." I can't quite meet his eyes, blue and searching mine for something. Permission to proceed? I am frozen just a heartbeat away from the word yes. I am frozen, tense, tensed. For a moment I can see those years we didn't speak, lost time a gulf between us as we sit side-by-side. But he bridges that gap, rubs my back, gentling me as I think to bolt. His fingers brush through my hair, soothing. I let myself relax. I thaw.

I lean back into his kneading hands, into his arms, warm, welcoming, oddly familiar after all this time. Just what I need. I breathe. His fingers trail up, trace my jawline, tremble against my cheek; his hand a gentle guide turning my face to his. No thought, no pause, I lean into him once more with my eyes closed, lips parted in a silent sigh. We meet midway for just a moment in a kiss that's a question, soft and wondering. Then a second, this one a statement, lips slightly moistened, touching, lingering, pulling slowly away. Less wondering, no less wonderful. Our first (this time around) kiss.