Smitten

By Matthew Royall

Rise and Shine

Another morning like this, watching the sun come in through the window. Not spying the sun itself, but rather the way in which, as time rolled on, the shadows she cast would stretch over him, and retreat to the rhythm of her breathing. He’d slowly steal her hand on mornings like these, and trace it amongst his fingers, either until she awoke, or until he fell back asleep. The next thing he awoke to were her eyes, and a finger prodding at his chest, to wake him, for he’d rolled over onto her arm, and now his whole body was holding it. That made it hard to get up. She got up and disappeared around a corner of his house, leaving a radiance of warmth in the spot she’d been.

She returned and jumped onto the bed, sending his being into the air for a bit, and bringing wakefulness, rather than the daze of early morning fuzz he’d just been reveling in.

"Morning" Her voice sings, an angels’ choir in one tone.

"Yes, that it is" He replies, feinting the grump of most early morning wakers.

"So what about the day? Ready?" She wondered aloud, to both of them, rather than just him, in her usual morning musing.

"Yes, always ready to combat another army of Cheerios. I swear, those things start out as powder, on the bottom of car floors, and through static or something, they magnetize into little rings of grain and lint... making cereal is all profit."

"As long as you get your Kix." She jested through a grin, to imply the grain of her joke.

"I thought you had to get your Pops today."

A smile behind a middle finger, as she did have to run her dad around today, but was also cereal joked against. After a slight embrace, removing themselves from the warm spots they’d spent the whole night asleep making, they got ready for their separate days. After dancing around each other in the kitchen and bathroom, doing their respective preparations, they went their separate ways.

-\- A lesson in balance...

She’d come home a wreck of the day’s toils, a bunch of stress balled up into a fist, ready to punch into anything that even looked like a target.

"Looks like you had a grea-!" He stopped, as she gave him a look that said this, while also freezing the ground along with his feet, immobilizing him.

"Shut it. Now."

He put his hands up, and smiled. Her mood was an illustration in the oddity of life. His day had brought him home with an ability to fly, and a smile that nearly left each side of his face. Though now silenced, it was clear as day that he was elated. In turn, it was obvious that her mood bordered on thunderstorms, with a chance at rage.

His presence was content, and small. Hers was large and angry. He stood and embraced her, and swayed them around a little, not prodding for explanation to the red of her cheeks, the reason that she had two clenched fists. He leaned too much in one direction, and fell them onto the spring of their bed. She turned away, but he wouldn’t let go, cementing his hug around her resolve to be angry.

With each second, he increased his magnitude, thinking his happy thoughts, and with mental osmosis, transmitted them to permeate the membrane of her brain, and make the calamity seem a bit more sane. With each second, the fire died, and red cheeks turned pink, and she could feel herself shrinking smaller and smaller, fitting into arms she’d just moments ago felt like bursting out of. For a second, she felt like being angry that the anger was gone! Her emotion, stolen! What a thing! The fire was mere embers.

He liked the temperature change. He liked when she turned around, and didn’t burn him with that ice cold gaze of malice, even though the feeling wasn’t for him anyway.

He wasn’t his unusual bubble happy anymore, but a different kind. She’d calmed to a light drizzle, and her eyes were soft again. They kissed.

The (Real) Perfect Waste of Time / - /

He lied back in the tub, under a blanket of steam produced by the showerhead, which was raining water down on his midsection. He didn’t have to lift the folded towel from his eyes to know who’d come to join him. He didn’t mind as she leaned against him, between the ‘v’ of his legs, and tickled her hands up to his kneecaps. A film of water filled in the space between them, causing their bodies to glide against one another anytime she moved. Except for a smile spreading now and again, he lay motionless. She kept trying to insight more of a reaction than this, but was to her avail, seemingly unsuccessful.

Little did she know the inside of his mind was racing. His body was just not showing it. So in response, she dead weighted onto him, and they just sat there breathing in the humidity, the steam rising off of one another. She hummed, a tune from nowhere particular, but everywhere special, and his hands began to slide up her ribs, fingers slipping up them with ease. He picked up her hair and flipped it over her head to cover her eyes, water running down it, collecting at the end where it trailed off.

His wet lips almost immediately clamped onto her neck, his docile broken with such an abrupt move that she was turned red with her own surprise. In orchestrated movement his hands found her shoulders and his thumbs pressed deeply into her them, staying there, while he glided his tongue over the goose-bumping skin of her neck. Though warm, the immediate shock of these two senses gave her a feeling that made her spasm in shiver, breathing out a sharp gasp.

His embedded thumbs circled into her, loosening further anything tense that may have been pent up from before. His lips found her ear and gave it a tug, cool droplets of water which hadn’t fallen, but had remained there contrasted with the humidity he breathed. His kiss then moved to the hinge of her jaw, and knuckles slid down her back, crawling back up in a reverse of the same movement.

He slipped forward, and she spun, draping her legs over his, echoing a laugh off of the walls as she looked into a towel when trying to look into his eyes. As the cloth was peeled off, he found it hard to retain the over-serious expression he’d projected under the veil, and smiled as their eyes met. Instead of immediately moving into a burning kiss, as she’d thought, they just lingered in an eye contact, the drone hum of artificial rain pouring over them, little miniature waterfalls rolling off their chins.

Their hands slipped into one another’s, thumbs in line with each other’s as they lace. Their eyes closed to keep the water out and they leaned into each other for a kiss. Their heads were tentative, not quite moving in together, also seeming to bob slightly, as if a few of the drops of water were a bit too heavy, and swayed them. He mouthed the words ‘I love you’. If in fact he had actually spoken the words, they were barely audible over the whisper of the shower. She began kissing him as if to say, ‘I love you too’.

Between their lips which darted back and forth from one another’s, water streamed, and kept their eyes closed. Their hands found familiar places around one another’s bodies, tracing in random caress as if this were the first time they’d touched each other in such a way. As their mouths connected, their kiss erupted into ferocity, and it was hard to breath, but the light-headedness only made something about the moment more exciting.

They each felt compelled to make the other one feel at ease, the way two lovers do, sort of into a battle over who would be the one to bring the other’s pleasure a bit higher first. He, with his back to the wall, eventually lost the struggle, her hands gently pinning the front of his shoulders. Admitting defeat, he sighed and smiled with one corner of his mouth raised, containing any objections or "ladies first" obligations behind sealed lips.

Her lips met his again, and she proceeded to take control, glancing her fingertips over each of his nipples. He hardly contained squirming, but did so by adopting in his mind the same posture his body'd taken, laying back and enjoying the ride. Her mouth replaced her hands, hovering her warmth over his chest, and breathing out slowly and deeply, sending a wave of breath over him which gave his skin a jolt of feeling. She kissed his body several times, causing suction and bringing his skin into her mouth, rolling her tongue over it in a quick motion.

Her hands began stroking up his legs and she pushed him into more of a sitting posture, than less of a recline, and lied on the floor of the tub. Their eyes met once more, and she grinned as he closed his. To take a vengeance on his earlier abruptness, she skipped any stage of teasing and used her mouth to envelope his dick, which had become erect during the course of the time’s sensations. As she had, he gasped, but smiled through it, and ran a thumb down her cheek, caressing her while she began to coax an orgasm out of him.

Her mouth brought a moisture warmer than the showerhead could dream of bringing. The massage she was giving him was better than the thing could do too. While her tongue lolled about him inside of her closed mouth, he let his mind wander, in they way it can only do in such a calm.

He thought of times they'd smiled, and times they'd held conversations silently. Her lips created a tight suction which caused the muscles in his legs to tense. This was furthered when she used her free hand to run water-softened fingernails over his ball satchel.

The hum of the shower and the utter relaxation that her mouth brought him put him into an almost hypnotized state. The two stimuli converged to create an even greater event than the simple act of sex that was going on. As sound and echoes were bouncing off of the tiles, he bit his lip softly, as she went for the gusto, focusing on the silky skin of his penis head. His mind raced, easing his mind into the orgasm, opening his eyes and viewing the woman in front of him, taking in every detail about her; the way the water collected above her brow, the shape of her lips around him, the look of near peace, or perhaps pleasure that was amongst her closed eyes as she performed upon her lover, legs bent at the knees, feet bobbing back and forth youthfully. Her hair was matted down under the running water, and he was pushed overboard.

No thoughts overcame his mind anymore, and his thighs and ass tensed up as he lost any control over his body he might've had, and released his seed into her almost too eager mouth. She continued despite, gingerly running her tongue over his slowly throbbing member, sucking gently, knowing she'd given a great release to the one she loved. She let his juice run from her mouth and travel slowly to the drain. She slowly inched her way, kissing the same way she'd come down, up his body, ending up hanging her lips in front of his, feeling his finally slowing breathing against her lips, restraining herself from kidnapping his lips with hers and kissing furiously. Their lips lingered in front of one another’s for what may've been an hour for all their mind's could recognize.

The tentative pairs finally met, joined by the water cascading down from overhead. sending trails down the various contours of their faces. They pressed against each other almost prudently at first, their heads turning once in a while to accommodate each other's noses in a series of light pecks, which made an almost inaudible smacking sound each time they happened. Their tongues met briefly, and he used his foot semi deftly to turn off the shower, creating a near silence in the room. They stood up together, locking eyes and letting the water drip from their bodies, steam billowing around the area carelessly.

They stepped from the tub they'd moments ago lied in. He grabs a towel from the rack, and begins to pat her dry, slowly and sensually as one can when simply drying another with a towel. She smiled as she was dried, nipples alert at the abrupt change in atmosphere, despite the blanket of steam. Her hair still retained most of its dampness. None the less she took the towel from his and began to remove the excess water from his body. His eyes traced the way her hands ran up and down his being, and his mind began to race a bit more with every stroke; surely hers must've been too.

She initiated an embrace, draping herself over him, almost dead weighting herself atop him. He wrapped his hands underneath her thighs and hoisted her up, her legs starting to dangle from his hips nearly dragging the floor as he carried her into their bedroom.