Moon (Completed)

4.

Shivani put her hand in my waist as we kissed, and pulled me even closer, until there wasn't any place left between us.

The kiss was tender yet passionate. It seemed to last for hours, even though that was not the case. We stopped in the middle for a second or two to catch our breath, but soon we were kissing again.
This kiss was more passionate. While we kissed, she elicited small moans, which ignited something deep inside me. I moved my hands from her shoulder to her waist, to the area where her blouse ended. I used my thumbs to make tiny circles just under the hem of her blouse. This made her moan louder, causing me to smile. She smiled in return.
Soon we both were laughing loudly, like we weren't just kidding passionately ten seconds ago. Once the laughter died down, I held her face in my hands as I rested my forehead against hers and closed my eyes.
"I am happy we got to confess. I would definitely have regretted not doing this before I left." I said, softly.

I felt her nod against my head.

"I am just happy I could talk to you, let alone kiss you." She said, her voice barely a whisper.

I took a step back, and looked at her, my gaze soft.

"What do you want to do now?" I asked, looking at her expectantly.

She blushed under my gaze, and looked down as she spoke.

"I was thinking we could talk? Get to know each other better?" She said, her voice soft. "Unless you want to have sex, we could do that too, but I thought- it's just- but if" she stumbled, turning redder with each syllable. My smile became wider, until I laughed at how cute she seemed, standing there in the moonlight, turning red as she stumbled over her words. Because of me.
It was adorable.

"No I would love to talk and get to know you better. Let's sit down" I said as I pulled her gently inside the room. "Do we sit on the bed? It seems comfortable, but I have the tendency to fall asleep the minute my body touches the bed, which does not bode well for me later on but if you are okay with slapping me every fifteen minutes then i guess- " I stopped rambling as I heard the sound of chairs scraping inside the room.
I looked around to find Shivani lifting a very comfortable-looking chair from the corner of the room.

"I have an idea. Now help me take these to the balcony" she said, short of breath.

I rushed up to her and helped her. We placed both the chairs down and sat, the moon our only source of light.

It was pleasant, our first date.

"So when did you realise you were into girls?" She asked me.

"I guess I always knew? But I just didn't know it was a thing. I remember looking at popular actors with their 6 pack abs exposed and not seeing what the big deal was. But I was always whipped for women who exuded confidence." I said, a small smile on my lips. "I guess I have a type, huh? " I said, looking over at Shivani and giving her a once -over.

She just smiled.

"What about you? What was your gay awakening?" I asked.

"Not exactly gay but my bi awakening was when I realised I loved watching Stranger Things for both Steve and Robin. Also, I was basically in love with my grade 10 biology teacher." She said, looking at nothing in particular. But her eyes had glazed over like she was remembering a fond memory.

"She was so pretty I could cry. I literally couldn't breathe when she was around me. My heart always beat a little faster." I couldn't help but feel slightly, just very slightly jealous. "But then she left and I never felt that way about a woman again, so I assumed it was a one time thing. Until- until tonight."

I looked up and her eyes met mine. They conveyed so many emotions at the same time- happiness, content, affection, excitement. Her eyes shone as she looked at me and that's when I realised just how much I liked this girl.

We met hardly five hours ago. Is it possible to grow this attached to someone you haven't even known for so long?

I wanted to savour this moment. Her gaze on me, light, gentle and delicate, like the moonlight that lit the entire city.
Slowly, our hands met as we intertwined our fingers together. Her palms were soft yet her finger calloused.
"Do you play any instruments?" I asked her, feeling the tips of her fingers.
"Yes, the guitar. I have been learning since I was 8." Shivani said, her eyes not leaving our hands.

"Wow, that's pretty long. " I said, the wonder in my voice evident.

"Yes, my mom did not let me sit idle at home. She thought I needed to be kept busy. So she signed me up for swimming lessons. And since the pool was closed on Mondays, I had piano and guitar classes then." She said. Her eyes were now closed and she was leaning her head against the head rest of the chair.

"My mom just let me be I guess. She just wanted me to play and study. When I insisted on vocal lessons, she signed me up for them. But I stopped after two years." I said.

She opened her eyes to look at me.

"That's very nice of your mom. Because of all these lessons, I never had any time to play. I never made any friends and I was always exhausted." She said, her eyes gloomy. Her eyes watered a little as she possibly thought about her childhood. " Well, that's okay. Now I am a jack of all trades. That's good, no? " she gave me a watery smile.

I looked at her, and saw an 8 year old Shivani with a guitar, who looked exhausted as she looked at other kids play. My heart broke.

I reached out and gave her a hug. She did not hesitate to hug me back. I heard her sniffle and burrow her nose deeper in the crook of my neck.

We hugged for a long time. I felt like Shivani really needed it, she did not want to let me go.

But then, my phone rang.