Unkissed. (Rated R)

49.🐸

She squeals by the gesture, "What was that?" she giggled, cupping her ear.

"Your hair was in your face." I respond with a smile. Observing the way she shy's away from my touch.

"I know, but that thing you just did with my ear."

I tauntingly step closer, and she back away in response.

"It's just a little flick." I shrug, my finger still in the air and I wiggle it with a grin.

"It tickled."

"Did it?" my grin stretched wider.

"Nasir, don't!"

Seeing as I crept in closer, she fists the ends of her dress, and scuttles away from the tree with me behind her. The never-ending sky of electric blue echoes her squeals and laughter as she tries to escape from me, the tall green grass and flower beds shrivel as our moving figures dash beside them, until I gently grip her elbow.

"Nasir, don't" she huffs, angling her head away from finger.

"It's not supposed to tickle." I beamed; the emeralds encrusted in her tiara glimmer under the sun.

"But it does."

"Just relax." I assure, releasing my gentle grip from her elbow.

Her panting begins to settle, and her tensed body begin to loosen as she inhales a deep breath, behind her disheveled dark curls do I notice her chocolate orbs observe my approaching finger, allowing me to featherily brush the loose strands of her curls from her face. Under the warm sun and clear blue sky, we stood in the middle of the horizon, her green gown sways by a breeze in the open atmosphere.

Neither of us spoke a word, listening to the swooshing leaves of the trees that rustle against each other in the background, whispering a gentle lullaby, but in the gentle stream came a muffled drum. As if drums played in rhythms from afar, that than grows to a thunderous beat oddly close enough for only I to notice, and it follows by a tight constriction of my chest, leaving me panting and trembling as I brushed the last strand from her face, and when our eyes meet in a subtle glance, I witnessed her shapely lips stretch into the most angelic smile I have ever seen.

She beams with radiance as she and her crown glimmer under the early afternoon sun. I am paralyzed, I didn't even realize I was not breathing until my body involuntarily hiccupped for oxygen, my eyes pinned to her features and the rows of straight dazzling teeth. The drums nearby grew louder and louder but only I heard them play in my ear canal, something in my chest spirals and lava boils down my abdomen.

This was the day, the day it all began. It was on this day, her face was forever embedded in my brain, corrupting my daily activities and dreams with her divinity. Shot right out of the sky, with her as my missile, and crashed right into the earth facedown, and all I want to do is thank her for considering me. I see her in a new light, a light I felt was there but never acknowledged, but as I stand closely in her presence It became clear that the drums I hear were not from a far, but they beat in my chest.

"What's wrong?" she questions, a quizzical expression strewing upon her face as she leans into mine, haling me out of this momentary ponder.

My finger still against her cheek, and it trembles violently at the touch of her sheen skin. I clear my throat, swallowing the lumps thickly as to not give away an answer far too quickly, instead I proceed my task. Hooking the curled strand behind the shell if her ear, trailing the end pf my finger down her lobe and playfully teasing the end with a light flick -- she gushed.