Creative Writing Fragments.

INSPO - Our Own House by Misterwives.

Her hand was wonderfully warm and so lovely and soft. My girlfriend's hands were my favorite part of her.

And she was an expert at using them, knew just where I liked them. Whether it was on my face, in my hair, on my back, they were where they were meant to be.

The same went for her lips of course, exactly where they had to be. On my heart, on my lips, or against my ear, always perfectly placed for their full and gorgeous effect.

Example?

Right now.

She's such a passionate person, my girlfriend. Has been since the wonderful day I met her. Her beautiful brown hair short and just lightly brushing her neck, her gorgeous eyes, large, innocent and brown as a horse always watching for fun. She was a party in a person, that's how I always described her. A party in a person. Lively, loud and loving. A smile always on her face. Always.

Even now, with her ever smiling lips on mine as I tried to coax her out of my car. I ran my hand down her back and pulled my head away in a teasing way.

"Catie," I breathed against her face, "we should go and see th-"

"Shh, hunny. Just a little longer." she whispered with her low and raspy voice. She climbed onto my lap and pressed her forehead against mine, her beautiful brown eyes staring into mine. She had me.

"Maybe a little longer." I sighed, closing my eyes and touching our noses together.

"That's what I like to hear." she snickered, before capturing me again against her smiling lips in a kiss I've been yearning for.

Her clever hands, quick and coaxing, travelled from the edges of my face to my neck, back and eventually to my thighs, where Catie grasped onto me. I guess I gave her a smile because I felt a laugh growing on her lips. I rubbed her cheeks with my thumbs and breathed heavily as her mouth parts with mine and the air we've just shared mingled again between us.

"Ready now?" I asked. She nodded and opened the car door.

"But we aren't done." she promised, climbing out. I smiled.

"God I hope not."

"Come, my dear," she said, taking my hand, "the carnival awaits."

My lovely girlfriend lead me into the crowd of people as I made sure to lock the car. Her fingers intertwining with mine as she showed me the way.

"Two," she told the man at the entrance, paying the money for us to go through the gate.

"You aren't together, are you?" he asked, an unwarranted disgust on his face.

"Of course we are, asshole." I snapped. He held up his hands in defense and Catie pulled me through the gate.

"Forget him, babe. Don't let one idjit ruin our night." Catie whispered in my ear as we enter the mess of stalls and sweet smelling food.

"Ferris wheel?" she asked, her eyes lit and daring.

"Of course." I replied. Her face brightened as her smile widened. She linked her arm with mine and we walked briskly to join the line of couples.

The open carriages of the amusement park ride beckoned others in the same boat as us.

I slipped in and let Catie follow me, her smiling face looking at me and we were lifted up. I grasped her hand and she gently kissed my fingers.

"Almost at the top." she said, watching the lights and people shrink below our feet.

"I love you, Catie." I said, slipping my hand around her waist and moving into her side.

"And I love you, Kiara." she responded, gently kissing my forehead.

I have a beautiful girlfriend.