October Kiss

First kiss: a rainy October night.

Our hands are clasped on top of your knee as we watch the end of an action movie.  Now and again the wide pad of your thumb runs along my forefinger.  I doubt you notice that you're doing it, but I do, for new goose-flesh erupts along my arms with every minute stroke.

As the hero of the film crests a hill littered with grenade shells, you raise our linked hands and rest your chin upon them.  You resemble The Thinker and I nearly smile, but then you slip the tip of my forefinger between your teeth and I forget about everything else.  Deliberately you bite and release each of my fingertips, then lower our hands back onto your knee as if nothing has happened.  I am reminded of a prayer, and my very skin tingles with the premise.

When the film is over we head to a tiny park not far from the theater, where the hundred feet of grassy expanse serves as our escape from dreary suburbia.  We are talking, I think, but it is hard to believe that either of us are really interested in whatever it is we're discussing.

It is like a movie is playing out before us, as if our detached selves are watching our hesitant bodies draw ever closer.  This prelude takes much longer than I thought it would.  Your eyes dart from my lips to my eyes and back again, betraying your uncertainty.  I bite my lip no, and you blink why; I curl my toes maybe, and you smile yes.

Your lips are softer than, I think, is normal.  Our mouths aren't quite perfectly aligned and moist with nervousness, and the actual kiss is almost too transient to really count, but I savor every second of it nonetheless.  Shocked by our boldness, we draw back much more quickly than we perhaps intended. But the air is cool, and my lips crave your warmth despite only knowing it for the briefest of moments.  And for once, for once, I don't think before giving in to my most instinctual self's demand.

It's better the second time; you kiss my upper lip quite fully, and I run the tentative tip of my tongue over your own.  The feeling is, I hastily decide, insurmountable by anything other than a retry.

I kiss you again and notice a gentle prickle against my bottom lip.  The stubble clustered in the groove under your lip is nearly colorless and quite soft, not unlike the meager fuzz that merited your first proud shave.  I never knew that you had stubble there, shadowed by the curve of your mouth.  And that, somehow, is what I know I will remember most vividly when I wake up tomorrow.

Your arms encircle my waist, resting loosely on my hips like we're dancing.  I trail my fingers across your cheek as you kiss down my jaw, and I find myself smiling -- for now, reality has surpassed the excruciatingly impossible dreams that plague my sleep with whispers of love.

Then the underbelly of the sky gives way, serenading us with cool October rain.

Reviews

[Annique le Roux]

Oh my word! It's so beautiful. The way you describe the love between the two characters is so amazing and the kiss, wow! Well done, this is a great story! You draw the reader in right from the beginning and keep their attention right until the end. The last line is so beautiful and left me wanting to read more about these two.

Brilliant! :)

[Unique_ Renee]

Wow, that felt so real, i can slowly feel a tear drop start to fall and i see these two lovers, show passion towards each other that i hope that we will all find our own true love. But this story really does show the power in kisses. It was beautiful!

October Kiss is a great title and a real romantic time to actually face love =]