Only You

Home Coming

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Can't Get No...

Pulling into Sullivan's Grocery Station it felt like I was once again in my teens. Expensive clothes coiuldn't hide my distinctive appearance reminiscent of the sparse Rowlette family. My blonde hair and bright blue eyes marked me as a Southerner, not a stranger in these parts. But my honey dark skin showed my uniquely Italian ancestry, so it really came as no surprise when Mr. Sullivan called me by name. But still, after so many years it was a shock.

"Bliss, y'all 'avn't been round these parts 'fer years, he said stating the obvious, What brings ya' to these parts 'gen?" I shrugged my shoulders, annoyed with the noisy old bird today as I'd been at age 12, buy'n things from his store for my mama.

"Its personal buisness, ya' hear? I'll not have ya'll mess'n in mt buisness like ya did last time. I ruedly answered. But if you'd like to judge me, you'd have to know the full story...

Indicating my car parked near the gas tank, I tapped my foot impatiently, waiting for him to take my money. He still ran that old service station like he had when I was a kid, I groaned to myself; service was not going to be given with a smile.

I slapped my hand against my head in stupidity, I should have known better then to think I could get away with disrespecting the old bird in any way. Even if I was 30 now; well being honest... 31. My mental self gave a cringe--you're only 30 if you want to be I said in an attempt to pacify myself.

"So... Mr. Sullivan leaned over the counter as I waited for him to make up his mind patiently--I'd resigned myself at this point that quick, or fast wasn't going to happen, I'll ask ya 'gen. What are ya' don'n 'ere?"

I watched him closely, it wasn't like anything the gossip said to his friends would be harmful to me. "I've come round to claim the 'ol beach house. The home the Morrison's used to own by the lake, you know that one?"

He gave me a look as if to say, that's what I expanded this much effort on?

Finally deciding he couldn't get any addition information out of me, he allowed me to pay the $57.00 and I walked out. Breathing in a quick breathe of fresh air I inhaled, noticing that, that was what I'd missed most of all, well when I wasn't being honest to myself.

I settled into my smooth, leather bucket seats of my car and shifted into gear... In five minutes I'd be there, the lake house... where it had all started. And where it had all ended. Through some sick twist of fate I would be back in the one place that I'd swore I'd never return to.

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Satisfaction...

The first time our relationship seemed to change from that of two young'ns being the best of friends to that of of adults, or a least young adults had to be when we were both 13. Only two years after the incident with the older kids, when I had professed my veminent "friendedness" with Nathaniel.

But I won't talk about that yet... no, the beginning was too sweet for me to tell you about it now, I still get tears in my eyes when I think about it.

But the Lake House, the house where it had all began I think I can talk about that now, that night, July 23rd, 1991. We were 14 years old. It was the first time I kissed him, we'd kissed a couple times before, but never like that.... I think it never happened again as well as that night.

Innocence gave us golden wings, and with then we could fly...

We were sitting in the living room of the beach house, watching the movie that had come out recently. "Silence of the Lambs." and their was already a growing Oscar buzz for young Jodi Foster. But by all that was good an' holy, was it ever scary as hell!

Starting out on the old fashioned couch at least 1 cushion apart, we quickly ended up tightly pressed together as I trembled in fear. I'll never know if it was just body heat and companionship that drew us together but did it ever feel good, right.

He stretched his arm around my back as we watched, his body heat drawing me even closer. He tilted his face down to look at the top of my head to see if I was okay. His wavy brown hair covered his eyes in a shear curtain; but as I happily thought to myself, I could still see his chocolate brown eyes.

The concern in his face washed over me, and our eyes met. My face tilted up to meet his so mere inches separated them. Unlike the the other times we'd kissed I didn't hesitate. I quickly wrapped my hands around his neck, weaving my fingers together to hold his head in place. Then I looked at his full, sexy lips and kissed him.

Our lips met in a dance of passion and innocence, yet the fire that burnt in his eyes and was reflected in mine was anything but childish. His lips moved from my lips to my cheek, from my cheek to my ear where he whispered delicately against it causing me to move towards his body even more.

 From my ear he ran his lips down my neck, to the delicate point where my neck met the skin on my shoulder. I shuddered from the sensations that his lips made rush through me. At the same time I ran my hands over the hard muscles of his back, enjoying the sensations. 

Then, almost as spontaneously as the maturity and passion had taken hold of us, it dissipated. Leaving us in a sense of awkward limbo.

His hands gripped my shoulders in a reassuring way and I smiled at him. "We're gonna be okay, right Nath?" I asked questioningly.

"How could we not?", Nathaniel asked with the carelessness only youth can offer, "We're Nathaniel and Bliss--with a combination like that what could go wrong?" he whispered gently kissing my forehead.

Then, almost as if he'd realised what that single kiss could lead up to once again, he pulled back and shifted awkwardly in his seat. Nath's reason for embarrassment more then obvious to fourteen year olf eyes.

Then, almost as if we were decades older his barely developed voice deepened and he murmured, "It'll be alright Bliss... go to sleep. I'll be there when you wake, always..."