Wrapped In Blue

Palm trees and Memories

“didn’t I tell you it was a good idea?” I was so proud of myself right now, he was awestruck, still gawking at the scenery around him, the lush green mountains, with the clouds floating, looked like they were resting over the tree tops. The 8 hour long journey didn’t seem a lot anymore, the weekend escape was beginning to feel dreamy right now, Lansdowne is cradled at the altitude of 1,700mts above sea level, surrounded by thick oak and blue pine trees all around, it was a hill station still untouched by the frenzied tourists. Quite and quaint, breathtaking, I had put in a lot of exhaustive research into this little hill town, trying to plan a getaway for 2 years now, who knew that time was holding me back because this wonderful experience was supposed to be shared, not to be experienced alone. But, nothing had prepared me for what was actually lying before my eyes, the air was fresh and cold, you could smell the nutty, musky oak in the air, and he was still trying to absorb it all, lost in the scenery. I wrapped my arms around him from behind he didn’t say a word, just pulled me closer. I knew it was a long trip for him, travelling for 8hours when he had already been exhausted, but how could have I not suggested this getaway.
“You are up early? I thought you’d be exhausted” I said, peeking at his face, he looked relaxed but me being me as always I needed confirmation. “we left the balcony door open last night, so the chirping in the morning woke me up, And then I saw this, so couldn’t just have stayed in bed and miss this.” He replied waving his hand lightly at the mountains in front of him, I was a bit doubtful as after all this time he was just coming back from the same kind of environment, forests and trees. But, the idea of taking him away from the world for a few days, just having him to myself in the most relaxed environment I could find, was just too tempting. And this was the best time to be here, the monsoon has just passed, the hills were greener than ever, one could hear all kinds of birds chirping at this hour. “how did you sleep? You seem cold” he asked rubbing my cold hands, and how did I sleep! blood rushed to my cheeks, warming my face, as the memories from last night gushed in. “well... I was pretty spent, and I can still feel all the places you have been to, last night.” I said, with a very stupid grin forming on my face. He chuckled, pulling me around, turning me to face him, my back resting on the railing of the balcony, his arms wrapped around my waist, his lips were twisted in amusement. “did I cause much discomfort madam?” he was completely enjoying this line of conversation that I have opened. I reach out and trail my hand on his cheek, gently moving it up into his hair, “I don’t mind that kind of discomfort, if that is what you call it.” I said as I trailed my fingers down, back to his face, and then I noticed it, the bright red mark on the side of his neck, it was a striking crimson, on his pale skin, I instantly, scanned his chest, Oh! There were more than one, when did I even do that, it was a trail of crimson red, little bites, which disappeared right at his naval, “there are more than you can see darling, you made sure that I remember the night too.” He said observing the line of my sight, and his voice was a hushed whisper, that just unfurled something deep down to the south, I instinctively pulled my thighs together. And he did not miss the little act, his hand moved down my waist, grabbing my arse in his palm, and I jumped, this happens every bloody time, his touch even after so long just took me by surprise every time. “still jumpy I see” and there, there was the notorious twinkle in his eyes, he knew exactly what was it that he did to me, But looking at him right now I wanted nothing more than to pull him down and kiss those smiling lips of his, and I did just that going on my toes, I pulled him down lightly, kissing him gently, I knew this man, I have known him, I have kissed those lips before, but it was different every time, it was never the same. The kind of passion that took over me when I touched him, scared me, it was beyond me, his arms instinctively wrapped me in pulling me closer, my  fingers slipped to his sides and a thought struck me right then, I started moving my fingers gently on his sides, he smiled against my lips “You know you dont want to start this war” , “how can you be so sure?” and i went ahead, tickling him, but not long before, he picked me up, threw me over his shoulder and tickled me all the way to our bed, we couldn’t stop laughing, we couldn’t stop touching each other.. we just couldn’t