Peculiar women

Sunday

The sun broke through the window. No blinds blocking it from letting it's light kiss our faces. I start to gain more consciousness and realise I'm still holding her hand. A soft smile forms on my lips and I close my eyes again, enjoying the feeling of her body heat. I turn my head to the side to look at her. Strings of her night blue hair have fallen over her face. Her face is still relaxed but as I lifted a hand to cares her cheek a sweet smile plays around her lips.

"Good morning" Almas morning voice is huskier and deeper than her usual.

"Good morning" I feel like she can hear me blush though that shouldn't be possible right?!

Her smile widens to a grin and her eyes flung open. "You are so adorable"

She moves my hand she's still holding and plants playfully kisses all over it.
I feel like I've known Alma since forever, though I have only met her yesterday. Her lips are still warm on my hands, kissing both one after the other.

"I don't remember live without you..." I think to myself before realizing I've just said it out loud. The blush on my cheeks depends even more and I brake eye contact in embarrassment.

I was expecting a chuckle from Alma, but instead I was greeted with silence. I looked up into her eyes again, scared of what is going to meet me in them.
Her eyes though are filled with the deepest love, with pure admiration. A tear starts twinkling in the corner of her eye. The emotions displaying in her eyes are enough of an answer to me and I smile.

"I gonna make breakfast, any special wishes? Tea or coffee?" I crawl out of bed, already missing the warmth of it.

"Yes a small black coffee, please"
It seemed like she wanted to get up to first but then froze in action. "Do you have any fresh clothes for me?"

"Oh uhm... just take some of mine. Feel free"

Alma nods and I walk out to the kitchen.

I take a basket from under  the kitchen counter and go out into the garden to get some tea herbs for myself and some fresh flowers for the kitchen table. Deep in thought I look to my bedrooms window, seeing Alma undressed standing by the closet looking at my clothes. I'm starring for a while, catched by her beauty like being witched. Though as I realized what I've been doing I nearly dropped the basket and look at the ground like it's the most interesting place in the world.

Back in the kitchen I can't get her body out of my mind. Being that deep in my thoughts nearly brought me about the bacon I was making.

Being busy with the pans of egg and bacon, I didn't hear her coming in. Two gentle and warm hands are sliding around my torso, her warm body touching mine. Alma placed her head on my shoulder after giving me a quick kiss on my cheek.

"You really don't have that much of dark coloured clothes, let's not even talk about black" she chuckles "I wouldn't expect you too, when I look at you anyway" she plants another kiss on my now rosie cheek.

Alma retreats her ands from my torso and walks over to the table to sit down.

"Could you bring the plates over so I can place the food on them?" I turn slightly around and look at her. Her night blue hair is loosely put up. Shes dressed in a darkish blue t-shirt and dark brown 30s style pants. This outfit is extremely different from her own one and she seems to be nervous about the new way of dressing.

"You look astonishingly beautiful"

She raised her head, nervousness being clear in her eyes, her cheeks rosie. She looked down, a shy smile displaying on her lips "thank you"

Alma came over with the plates placing them down next to the stoves, perfect for me to just raise the pans and push over the food.

Alma closed her eyes while taking in the smell of the food. "Mmmh... it smell delicious, I can't wait to taste it." She openes her eyes and smiles at me heart warming.

I smile back, feeling the heat creeping up onto my cheeks.

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After breakfast. We had decided to walk to the city and do some shopping, for clothes and groceries. I had taken my bicycle with me so we wouldn't have to carry it all, but could just put it on my bike.

We walked along each other in comfortable silence. She was waching everything around her, taking it all in, while I watched her. I noticed her hair had some lighter blue strings in it. Her skin had some lose freckles, perfectly placed over her. She wore no makeup today which took the intimacy from her. It even gave her a soft expression... or maybe it was that hint of a smile dancing around the corner of her lips.

Alma looked over to me and locked eyes. Her warm smile widened slightly and could feel the heat rushing into my cheeks, creeping up my ears too.

I hastily looked down, but I couldn't hide the big smile, that had formed on my lips. Not even by biting my bottom lip.

I heard a light chuckle escape her and I could feel the warmth in my cheeks double up.

My heart always jumps a bit when I hear her laugh or giggle. Maybe it actually takes a pause to appreciate the most beautiful sound shit woman can make.

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We had now reached the mall, if you can actually calle it that.

The city I live in is not that big and so are the shops. It is a street with the most shops on it. All the small vintage looking stores in a row next to each other.

We went into a vintage clothing store first, looking through all the different dresses, pants an shirts.

Alma went mostly for the colour and not after the style, after she realized that they don't have clothes from her century.

We left the store with one dark blue and one black high waist pants, two dark blue but not the same blue blouses, a -in my opinion- very cute summer dress which was dark blue with little silver stars on it. I think she only brought it because I said it's cute.

We brought a few pairs of underwear in another boutique a few meters along the street.

"Why am I not allowed to see what you brough?! It's just underwear!" I protest while following Alma out of the shop.

"Right it's just... underwear" a grin replaced the smile that had fancied her lips.

The pause she had made before underwear left me breathless and the heat flushed into my ears.

"It's really hot in the sun, lets get going we still need some groceries." I walked past her, trying to hide my red ears somehow, without looking like a fool.

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We had everything we needed for now and unpacked it all at home on the dining table.

"Alma?" Her name feels like honey on my lips "how- how long do you plan to stay?" I ask, hating my voice for breaking.

She looks up, placing the jars of jam back on the table. She looks at me for a while, her expression soft and relaxed.

"As long as you are comfortable" she takes the jars again and walks over to the closet with where I put every unopened jar and continues "My children are safe on their own right now and I might need to leave when I get a call or letter about where they are. I think you can understand that."

I felt needles had been pointed through my heart, but ofcourse I understood, if someone should understand it's me.

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A/N: hi! Sorry I haven't proofread anything and I actually dont know where the movie Matilda takes place but I think what I thought of fits with the aesthetic.
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