Her Favorite Place
She walks to him,
and he welcomes her to his arms. A bright smile, full of teeth, greets his
welcome. She closes her eyes tightly and squeezes him just the same, feeling
the warmth and comfort of those familiar, strong arms, holding her close,
melting away her pain and problems, leaving only feelings of contentment and
security. She releases him reluctantly.
Then, as an afterthought, she hangs on with a firm but gentle grasp. She
takes in a breath deliberately. The faint smell of a brusque
cologne fills her nostrils, faint even though she is so near. It is a calming, reassuring smell.
After a moment, eyes
of brown open wide, and extensive, curly eyelashes flutter, seeing the
well-known face they always long to see, a modest smile forming upon it. Her
smile grows even larger before his. She softly caresses his face, paying close
attention to every curve, every freckle, even every imperfection, which are
null in her mind.
Her eyes look up to
his, but her face remains level, adding even more accent to the child-like
features. Diminutive, obscure eyes open to show a window to clear skies, which
look down at her thoughtfully, observing her, taking her in, committing her to
memory.
Slowly, his tender
lips part, and he begins to speak. Her eyes dart quickly to the lips giving the
words. She stays intent on every form the mouth makes, barely listening to the
sounds they are creating. Gradually, the sounds process.
A feeling of warmth encompasses her body, tingling its way through, and she
replies without thinking. "I love you, too."
She is still aware of those lips, though. Oh, how they silently scream for one soft, gentle kiss. Casually, delicately, she brushes her lips against his, tasting him subtly. She then buries her face in his massive chest, a slight bit of crimson rushing to her cheeks. She bites her lower lip in a girlish smile and hides herself even deeper into the comforting warmth that is his arms.
This is the place she wants to be and stay for all eternity. No other place could rival this; no other place could bring about such valiant emotions. She now knows this is where she belongs. His touch, his voice, his face, his ambrosial taste, and even the smell of his austere cologne, they were reasons for why she was there, why she existed.