Here With Me

A short prose piece

He is lying on the bed with his sock-less shoe clad feet dangling off the edge. His shirt, which I am pretty sure I ironed a day or two ago, is already beginning to look rumpled from him lying on the bed, reading the important brief in his hand.

I admonish him and he simply flashes me a cheeky grin, those damningly charming dimples emerging in his face, making me forget the lines that crease his skin or his prominently receding hairline, and he invites me to join him in bed and crumple his shirt even more.

I resist, at least this time, and tell him I have to get to work.

I have to work too, he says.

Apparently you can do it in bed, I tell him as I sit on the edge of the bed, near him, lathering my legs with moisturizer.

Not hearing any smart retort from him, I turn to glance his way. He is looking at me, watching me.

I look at him and am hit by that surreal sensation I have come to be familiar with, followed by the thought, him with me?

It is not just that he is so fiercely intelligent and intellectual - on my best days I can match him point for point in a discussion. It is simply that he is so powerful, not just in the scope of his job, but in the way that he is, the palpable aura that pulsates around him till sometimes in the heat of lovemaking, I feel it too and it is all I can do to not let the essence of him overwhelm me, take over me, consume me whole, I who never let anyone tell me what to do and even when they did, I wound up doing otherwise just to prove a point.

Where did you go, he asks me, interrupting my reverie.

I shoot him a questioning look.

Just now, when you were quiet, where did you go in that mind of yours, he asks.

And then it all becomes real to me, once again, the why and the how that surrounds us being together.

Him and I, on this bed in his loft, my heart’s location distinctly felt in my chest, warmth radiating off his body beside me, the sound of his voice brimming with concern, curiosity and need, a need to know me, share my thoughts, climaxing in the connection between his core and mine of the various shades of gray we have thus far envisaged.

 

And so after I lean down to kiss him goodbye, I remind him to put on a pair of socks.

 

Reviews

[Forest Green]

This is delightful...only one 'run-on' sentence (of which I am also frequently endowed...;). You have a sparkle to your prose and much skill and uniqueness in dealing with a frequently-predictable topic.

I believe this is some of the best prose I've read on this site...and I'm a true pursuer of it.

Thanks for the recommendation.

[Ama May Cooper]

Such a sensetive piece. The protection our mind presents for ourselves , a gentle burying in a saftey net of emotion and when one retreats to it noone but ourselves cna quite understan where the went

[Call Me Cash]

You have written this like an erotica piece without the erotica. The reader gets engrossed, heart pounding intensity without the effort. You truly have one of those unique qualities about you, you captivate the reader with such ease that I am starting to think that you might be a computer.

I love his indication of 'where did you go?' is something many of us can relate to...'Oh no where interesting honey, just the ether of my mind...' sort of thing.

Thank you for the fyi on this piece! Loved it..=D

[Michael X]

engaging and personified, this has ambitious color flowing through and through, adventurous,
thanks for sharing your skills, your story writing ability is a pleasure to read.

[Hoshi Nami]

this felt very realistic and intese. my blood pressure definetly rose- and i think it great when you are reading something and you get a real reaction from it. i especially loved how you ended it, it gaves us a slow and easy release back into reality. good job.

[Pax Analog]

This is a charmingly observed slice o' life between two engaging characters, fond of and comfortable enough with one another to embrace the powerful psychodrama between them with the natural ease of bodily existence itself.

The subtle psychic mental interaction is almost sexual, yet all the more effective for being more implicit.

And the closing reminder re putting on socks makes one smile at how the most oddly quotidian things become poignant between lovers.

Beautifully written, beautifully observed relational scene.

[Jessica M.]

This was very well written.
I really like how you put climax in as an emotional state instead of a physical fixation.
Nice write.