And All That In Between...

On request, the sequel to the previous post. You can find the mirror at http://madscapes.blogspot.com

That Night

Conversation. Dinner. Conversation. Wine. Conversation. Bed.
In that order.
That’s how it was. Eight months of the occasional sparking electricity. Long conversations late into the night. Shared memories.
He’d filled out. Become more him. A tad surer, more mature and definitely quieter. Looking for that spark, he’d stumbled across so many cross connections that it was difficult to find a strong pulse anymore. Yet, that one night had not been forgotten. That one glimpse of what could be was enough to drive him to endless hours of thought, of possibilities, promises and enticing dreams. This time he knew what he wanted. He just wasn’t sure if she’d want it too. And there was no point in risking what could be possibly the best thing that ever happened to either of them, just because they could!
And she’d changed. Gone was that sad half-smile. There was more of her, curvier, more feminine. He watched completely mesmerized, as she walked down the stairs. He could see she had made an effort for him, the effect being pretty dramatic. Definitely much more than what was anticipated!
And watching him watch her was a novel experience indeed! That split second more of a pause, before the welcoming hug, the lingering gaze on the moist lips. But what almost undid here right there was the palm in the small of her back. Lord! It really had been too long, she reminded herself, trying hard to maintain a thin layer of control on a body that seemed to be responding to all that attention by its own self! And it certainly had been getting attention the entire evening! An arm around the shoulder. The casual brushing of hands while handing a glass. The innocent games played with the feet. The fervent shoulder rub that promised a lot. All culminating into the massage, sensuous as it was comforting. Bringing them closer than they’d ever imagined…
The goodbye hug came a lot more naturally as compared to the first. They were much more at ease, now that the night was behind them. Was there enough strength to stare the night in the face or would they live to regret what had been? All questions would have to be answered later, at their own pace. As of now they were at ease. With each other, as well as the world.