Off the dome #1

One of those lazy Saturday’s…you know the ones where everything is still. Calm. Even the leaves aren’t rustling in their trees. They lay in bed, windows open, letting fresh air roll over them. Hiatus Kaiyote plays lowly from the corner of her bedroom while she watches him lay beside her. Eyes closed, he laid upon his back, both hands on chest, fingers drumming along with the beat to the song. She grins. She could stare at him for days on end. She longed for moments like this with him. Their schedules didn’t allow them to be this relaxed let alone be allotted this time alone together like this. A bit of luck was on their side today. 

“I’m enjoying the fuck out of this band by the way.”

He breaks their silence and looks over to her smiling. She smiles back with a chuckle. That smile of his flowed through her, made her stomach tingle. She wants to trace those smile lines.

“Good I’m glad. I stumbled upon them…thought their name was interesting…”

He turns to lie on his left side, propping his head in his hand. He reaches for her hair with his right. He begins to play with it, rolling the strands between the tips of his fingers. For some reason, she wanted to blush when he admired her. Something about the softness in his eyes when he looked upon her…it was as if he had never seen anything like it. Or that he just really loved what he gazed upon. She would never know how he really felt, no. That he couldn’t tell her for some reason but she could see some of it in that gaze. Just him being in her presence made her vulnerable. Her body felt warm, sensitive to his touch…she wanted him on her skin all the time. He was soft, gentle enough but still could be stern and rough. His fingers left her hair to journey up to her face. They linger about her cheek and trail down to her chin. 

“Hey look at me.”

She did as she was told. When their eyes met she squirms. Sometimes it is too intense to handle but in a good way. She wishes she could read him a little better. Really she wished he would just communicate a little better. 

“Fuck you’re gorgeous.”

The agonizing gaze broken as she wants to collapse into herself. His fingertips forces her chin back up at him. They fall back into the intensity and sincerity of his feelings. 

“You make me…” She starts but doesn’t know how to finish the statement. He makes her feel all sorts of things that she wish she could say in just one word. That one word could finalize everything and make her feel more at ease but no such word exists. She bites down on her bottom lip, feeling silly about being a tad speechless in front of him. She giggles. She isn’t feeling like herself. She is small, exposed. 

“When you bite that lip like that.” 

His lips were upon hers before she could even say, “yeah I know…” He is always taking what he wants with no second guesses. This is where she loses herself completely. Control is now gone and she is growing. She loves to taste him, have him in her mouth, devour him if she could. Nothing collided. Everything was so smooth and befitting as if their mouths were made for each other. Home. The sound of the world outside was the soundtrack. Birds chirping. A dog barking. The air moving. It was very much perfect but perfect doesn’t last forever. Soon reality will strike and it will all be over. She runs her tounge across his top lip, savoring every line and crease. A sigh of pleasure flows from his lips. And when it’s over he comes home again to celebrate a reunion. Let’s live here for always. This is our home. But before she becomes too comfortable he abandons her. 

“Mmm…shit. We should stop.” He says as he runs his fingers underneath his lip. 

She collapses back onto the bed, regaining her wits about her. She’s slightly dizzy and for some reason out of breath. Drunk off his taste. She rubs her eyes confused as to why she feels the way she does. How long were they locked in? Wasn’t she breathing? 

“Why? What’s wrong? Do you have something to do?”

“No just…man I was drowning there for a minute.” He laughs and she laughs too. “Damn we were swept up! I think I stopped breathing.”

She laughs harder as she reaches for her phone to play something new. So it wasn’t only her. She begins to play Ta-ku. He lays next to her, chest rising and falling quickly. He reaches for her hand and plays with her fingers. The air is getting cooler. The noise outside begins to pick up a bit. Things were getting a little busier outside their world. As for in their world, things were becoming still again. He drums the beat to the song on his chest. She watches. They resume their lazy Saturday.