Random Short Stories

Comfortable Silence

xixphantom
(A no dialogue story)
The morning sun peaked through our curtains. Like a debauchee, slipping it's gaze through the small cracks. The gaze landing perfectly on my face and body. I blink away the sunlight, adjusting to the newfound brightness. Smiling, I feel the warmth of the body next to mine. I shift my weight, moving closer to him. His warmth envoloping me like a cover. My movement seemed to stir him. I turned and looked at him. His face glowing, his hair shining. He's absolutely stunning. I'll never get used to the gorgeous view I get every morning. Brushing the back of my hand on his cheek, his eyes flutter open, just slightly. His beautiful blue eyes land on me. He smiles at me, gently. He let's out a low groan as he stretches and wraps his arms back around me. He pulls me in closer, placing a warm kiss to my temple, making me grin. The love evident in every move and gesture. He nuzzles his face into my hair and let's out a sigh of satisfaction. With this closeness I can appreciate him more. His scent is warm and comforting, impossible to bottle. The warmth of his body radiates into me, but is not too overbearing that I might burn. He runs his hand up and down my bare thigh, causing me to shiver and cuddle further into him. We lay in the bed, not allowing the quiet of the morning to shatter. Our slowed breathing, being the background music to our intimate moment. Our own symphony being played, but so quitely that you could only scarcely hear the beauty of our music. The symphony becomes a lullaby as the breathing becomes heavier and slower. Our eyes, both fluttering to a close. The musical silence continues as his hand slows the movements on my thigh. We fall, together, into the darkness, our comfortable silence following.