Like Droplets We Fall

Part Six - The Anatomy Of Us

Her morning was a joyful one. The familiar feeling of being grazed by his
stubble intoxicated her thoughts. Consumed her being.
Last night. Last night was ... magical. She could feel his passion. The mutual movement of their hips were blessed by the gods. Such love & wanting radiated off him. And she relished in it. She bathed herself in his light.

Their bodies electrified between the sheets: kissing, nipping, loving. She was unsure whether to laugh or cry so she decided to just be thankful. She shut her lids and murmured a silent prayer. A few tears managed to escape her lids, tears of appreciation.

Her eyes met his now open sapphire ones. How she could drown in them. Immerse herself in them. Lost. They didnt look foreign anymore. They look ed like his. The pair of blue crystals that she could read. Ones that dialated whenever her body lay exposed.

His grin reached his eyes, satisfied, obviously. His palm began reaching for her face and she allowed them to. She didnt flinch. She let the warmth of them trace her cheeckbones. His strong hands cupped her face. And he kissed her forehead.

"I love you ", he whispered.

Her heart froze.

Those words.

Those 3 words she'd been waiting to hear ever since her heart claimed him. He had said them. Her heart did a double take, not believeing what she was hearing. Love. An emotion he explained he wasn't capable of showering her with. Her eyes gleamed with thick tears, a huge lump of happiness was trapped in her throat.

Her entire body zinged with acceptance. As if it had the power to accept his love. As if it knew, the one that entered it would stay. And he did stay. He stayed that entire day with her, wrapped in her sheets , embracing her with his strong arms.

Home.

He smelt like home & safety.

A few days ago she promised to never fall again. Because anything that falls, breaks. But he put the pieces together. He solved the puzzle that she was. The puzzle piece of his heart latched with hers. Forever.

Us , forever.

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Morning came and her cheshire grin remained plastered on her face. Her cheeks seemed to adopt a darker shade of scarlet, if that was even possible.

She pranced around the kitchen, mixing pancake butter , wearing his art t-shirt that smelt like pine forests & the ocean. Cake flour and batter sprawled across her face and the kitchen floor. Her dancing footprints left a mark on the flour. Dancing. Ha!. When last was she this happy. When last did she receive the love she deserved?. A while.

She sang along to Beyonce's Crazy In Love while making pancakes for him. She hoped she would be making them for him for a long while. To cook for him. To feed him & love him. Her heart pumped vigourously in agreement. Her heart was bare now, stripped of its bandaid.

Exposed,

Free,

Loved.

While busy making pancakes, her eyes failed to recognize the faint outline of someone tall, leaning againt the threshold. His bare ankles folded , as well as his arms. His rippled flesh stood out in flamboyance. His brown disheveled hair seemed ... messier than usual. That damn grin!. Ugh. Her lips twisted seductively, watching her. Hunting her. He let out a deep chuckle, watching her shakes her hips. Hips that his hands and .... other organs have become accustomed to.

She turned and her heart leaped in her chest. The bowl clattered to the flour-messed floor and she ... laughed. A genuine laugh. Isnt that funny?. She ran back to the same thing that broke her. She could cry. Thats how happy she was.

The atmosphere within his dark, icey eyes changed. They seemed hungry. For her. His lust was splattered with a newer shade of love. Like on of his painting.

The canvas was brushed with a wicked, toxic, lustful black. Black that elegant. Black that is dangerous.

But now,

That black was splattered with a shade of pink. The black welcomed the pink. It bathed in the pink. Made love to the pink. And together, they made a new colour.

Thats how he was now. His eyes didnt seem to solely contain smoke. It contained smoke and rain. Soft , beautiful showers of rain.

He prowled towards her. Each step filled with hunger. With desire. And she felt it too. That desire. That desire to be wrapped in bed , allowing him to love her. To tug on his brown, mahogany hair for assurance. That desire to be touched. For him to touch her soul. Two links of a chain connecting.

His frame stood infront of her now. His eyes viewed the open buttons of his infamous tunic on her body. Her heart was occupied by an array of emotions. . Love , lust, wanting, dark desire.

But he did nothing of that sort.

She was taken back. Where was that rough guy?. That never-satified guy with the raging sexual wanting?. The guy that appreciated her body more than her heart?. The guy that had no respect for her?. The guy that treated her like filth. Dirty, cheap filth?. The egoistic guy that loved himself more than anyone. The guy that ripped her heart into a million pieces?

Instead her planted a strong, velvet kiss on her plump lips and began throwing pancake batter on her. Everywhere. Batter flew across room. Messing the blinds & windows. Down his shirt on her body. For the entire morning Apartment 2B was filled with childish screams of plea & deep chuckles.

That guy was long , long dead.

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Whew!. Happy times, happy times. Lets see how long she'll last. *evil grin*. *Throws party pom-poms in the air*. But no, on a serious note, everyone does deserve happiness. A friend of mine recenty believes that she wasnt destined to be happy. I dont agree. EVERYONE has to find happiness on SOME level. Sometimes the SMALLEST things are enough to make us happy. And thats what really counts. Thank you so so so so much for reading! I love you all, please comment , vote & share ♡.