Recollections

Fluff II

Burning Fire

She flows like an angel.

Her smile lights up as she turns to me, her eyes expectant. Her hands fall slowly to her sides, her chest rising with her breath.

"Beyond words, love," I mumble. My eyes are caught on hers as her smile widens impossibly more. She runs up quickly and slams into me with a hug. I don't hesitate to wrap my arms around her, though her impact almost knocks us to the ground.

"Thank you."

"My love," I mutter quietly, feeling her small frame enclosed in mine. She repeats my words with a breath out. I lean back from the hug to press a kiss on her forehead. She giggles lightly and looks up, reaching to her tiptoes to kiss me.

Her lips linger, making my own tingle in excitement. Suddenly everything in me is a fire. I have to bite my tongue to keep myself from making a noise. Her eyes are like a doe's eyes, sparkling in innocence, clearly with no idea what she does to me. She smiles once more, the softest smile ever.

"I'm going out with the girls tonight. I forgot to tell you," she says. I nod and watch her turn around.

"Okay."

"Okay?"

"Okay."

She walks out of the living room into our bedroom, probably to change into whatever attire she plans on wearing out. I must stand in that same spot for a while because suddenly I see her walking out of the bedroom in a long length green dress with a slit in the dress leading up to expose her upper thigh. Her shoulders are exposed, the dress holding up with only one slim strap over her right shoulder. Dangerously slim and provokingly sitting atop her skin.

She's wearing black shoes, probably the only pair of high heels that woman owns. Her hair is shockingly done up in a side braid with a bow tying it together at the ends of her hair.

Now I'm curious just how long I was zoned out.

"Well?" She asks. "How do I look?"

I walk up to her, my eyes trained on her porcelain skin. "Very beautiful, my Love. Very, very beautiful."

"Aw, thank you babe," she coos. Her hands reach for mine and pull me to her to peck my cheek before walking to the table and grabbing her phone and keys, placing them in the clutch purse she pairs with the outfit.

"Do you need a ride?" I ask, following her like a loyal puppy. I feel ridiculous over this woman. "I know there's this thing with women not driving in long or fancy dresses."

She chuckles. "I'm being picked. I'm okay. Thank you though."

I sigh as she grabs her zip up jacket and runs out into the fall air. "Bye!" She shouts as she rushes out the door, the door slamming behind her. I don't move a muscle as my mind races.

". . . .Fuck."

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