Drabble :: With a storm
No idea where this is coming from. :-)
She was awake and watching the storm through the window, when she felt the mattress dip. Startled, she turned her head.
"Sorry." He mouthed, hands on the edge of the bed, his voice drowned by that of the storm. He lowered his mouth to her ear. "I knocked, but then realised that it wasn't any use." A pause. "Shall I leave?"
She shook her head and patted the space beside her. He slipped under the quilt, close enough for her to make out the colour of his eyes when lightning lit the room for a split second. She was glad for the heat of his body, but she did not touch him.
"What are you doing here?" she asked.
He waited for the crack of thunder to pass before answering. "I remember you saying that you didn't like the cold."
"You don't also happen to be afraid of a little storm, are you?" She teased gently.
Another pause, then a small grin. That endearingly familiar, self-depreciating charm. "Maybe just a little."
She leaned closer, and found his lips soft and trembling slightly. They kissed for the first time. Sweetly. Sleepily.
And she was no longer cold, nor was he afraid.
She was awake and watching the storm through the window, when she felt the mattress dip. Startled, she turned her head.
"Sorry." He mouthed, hands on the edge of the bed, his voice drowned by that of the storm. He lowered his mouth to her ear. "I knocked, but then realised that it wasn't any use." A pause. "Shall I leave?"
She shook her head and patted the space beside her. He slipped under the quilt, close enough for her to make out the colour of his eyes when lightning lit the room for a split second. She was glad for the heat of his body, but she did not touch him.
"What are you doing here?" she asked.
He waited for the crack of thunder to pass before answering. "I remember you saying that you didn't like the cold."
"You don't also happen to be afraid of a little storm, are you?" She teased gently.
Another pause, then a small grin. That endearingly familiar, self-depreciating charm. "Maybe just a little."
She leaned closer, and found his lips soft and trembling slightly. They kissed for the first time. Sweetly. Sleepily.
And she was no longer cold, nor was he afraid.