Retrouvaille
The clock, ticking each second. Making its hands move in a circular motion. Then came a time when both the sticks pointed the northern direction, and she heard a knock. She was surprised, "knock on the door, at this time?" Almost midnight. Covering herself with a shirt, she made her way to the entrance of her flat. Getting hold of the knob, she paused. Thinking about the person behind the wooden piece.
"Who is it?" She questioned.
"Who do you want me to be?" Said the person in a clichè tone.
The sound echoed from the walls, pacing her breathing. She recognized it without a blink of a second.
She unlocked the door. Moving behind some steps without opening it. Folding her arms behind, staring at the rectangular material.
Then their was a gentle push on the door from the other side. Tearing the silence of this night, due to the rusty door-frame. He peeped through the half open door, finding the objective he was there for, standing in a pale green, untidy room.
She was standing still. Wearing a loose shirt, over-sizing her toned body. Hair roughly clipped, narrowed eyes biting her lower lip, smiling with a glimpse of naughtiness.
He entered shutting the door behind, locking it. Turning around again to fill his eyes with the most of her beauty and shyness after so long.
She stood watching him come closer, step by step, slowly slowly. Freezing the time. He was the same; tall, dark and skinny though powerful enough to melt her raging body, measuring till his chest.
He spread his arms with a blissful smile. She without missing the moment collided her body to his. Hugging him tightly, as if they will never meet. Tucking the hair behind her ear, falling on her face buried deep into his chest, he whispered,
"The time kept playing games with me to win this closeness."
"Hmm..."
"I've been living in hell so long, so far from you. Missing each of the moment we shared and spent together. "
"Me too!" She mummer-ed.
It had been just days, when he was out of station for a small trip with his mates. Leaving her behind, alone in the loneliness of this crowded city. Though they used to talk on the messenger, the warmth of reality and those two moral creatures heated up by this Retrouvaille.
"I love you!" Were his next dialogues.
She was silent.
He picked her face by her chin, realizing the wetness in her gentle eyes. He flicked his eyebrows once, asking her for the reason of this silence.
Saying, "I missed you!" She rose her body, holding his face in her palms, pulling it close. Their lips made a contact the next second.
"The first kiss."
Bolt of lightning struck them both, igniting up the passion in their veins. He held her face, caressing her soft cheeks with his thumbs, giving a long and tender kiss, which seemed to be stretched for infinity.
So rang the phone, notifying her about his text, when she realized that, she was all alone this far, lying in the dark cramped room. Smiling and blushing about this arousing dream. Embracing the curiosity of their first kiss and hoping for retrouvaille so beautiful.
"Who is it?" She questioned.
"Who do you want me to be?" Said the person in a clichè tone.
The sound echoed from the walls, pacing her breathing. She recognized it without a blink of a second.
She unlocked the door. Moving behind some steps without opening it. Folding her arms behind, staring at the rectangular material.
Then their was a gentle push on the door from the other side. Tearing the silence of this night, due to the rusty door-frame. He peeped through the half open door, finding the objective he was there for, standing in a pale green, untidy room.
She was standing still. Wearing a loose shirt, over-sizing her toned body. Hair roughly clipped, narrowed eyes biting her lower lip, smiling with a glimpse of naughtiness.
He entered shutting the door behind, locking it. Turning around again to fill his eyes with the most of her beauty and shyness after so long.
She stood watching him come closer, step by step, slowly slowly. Freezing the time. He was the same; tall, dark and skinny though powerful enough to melt her raging body, measuring till his chest.
He spread his arms with a blissful smile. She without missing the moment collided her body to his. Hugging him tightly, as if they will never meet. Tucking the hair behind her ear, falling on her face buried deep into his chest, he whispered,
"The time kept playing games with me to win this closeness."
"Hmm..."
"I've been living in hell so long, so far from you. Missing each of the moment we shared and spent together. "
"Me too!" She mummer-ed.
It had been just days, when he was out of station for a small trip with his mates. Leaving her behind, alone in the loneliness of this crowded city. Though they used to talk on the messenger, the warmth of reality and those two moral creatures heated up by this Retrouvaille.
"I love you!" Were his next dialogues.
She was silent.
He picked her face by her chin, realizing the wetness in her gentle eyes. He flicked his eyebrows once, asking her for the reason of this silence.
Saying, "I missed you!" She rose her body, holding his face in her palms, pulling it close. Their lips made a contact the next second.
"The first kiss."
Bolt of lightning struck them both, igniting up the passion in their veins. He held her face, caressing her soft cheeks with his thumbs, giving a long and tender kiss, which seemed to be stretched for infinity.
So rang the phone, notifying her about his text, when she realized that, she was all alone this far, lying in the dark cramped room. Smiling and blushing about this arousing dream. Embracing the curiosity of their first kiss and hoping for retrouvaille so beautiful.
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