Secret NightA Story by Ruby MoonJust something written at 2 in the morning... forgive me for the endingHolding your hand in mine, we walk down this path in a garden at midnight. The stars above wink down at us as if they are holding a secret, or telling us that they won’t tell anyone and that tonight is ours and ours alone. The path in front looks like it is floating, where the moonlight bounces off the white stones joyfully. If I trace the path with my eyes and lean a little to the side, I can see the half hidden fountain just behind those trees. The grass has just grown a little after their last trimming and you can see the dewdrops forming if you look at it closely and patiently enough. That is not why I am here tonight though. Tonight... I am here with you. “My dear”, my smile seems to say to you. “Come closer”, each swaying step seems to beckon to you. “I need you”, the grip of my hand says to you. Reaching the destination I had in mind I slow to a stop gently, letting you drink in your surrounding. This garden, the one I’ve shown you a long time ago with my words is now here. Smiling I gently reminded you, pointing at the pond-like fountain in the corner... the place where even your tears belong, the budding flowers... the representation of our relationship just beginning, the soft untamed grass... how we would like ourselves to grow to fill in the spaces in between. Before long, I can see you remember and that you understand what and where this place is. Taking off my shoes I silently beckon you to do the same, leaving them at the beginning of the garden. Right behind the natural arch that formed from the intertwining ivy that have crept up the two trees that stood beside the path. Turning around I saw that you have started exploring this secret place, this place I built for only you and me. The dew disturbed by your passing no longer reflects the moonlight, but marks your path with a darken trail instead. This is the path I now follow, silently musing on the two paths I followed so far, the moonlit path of white stones and the darken path of fallen dewdrops. Also thinking of how this place is reminding me that there will bad as well as the good times ahead. Looking up, I see you waiting at the only building in this place, a white pavilion. The circle of a building is made of wood, with sits built in around the inside of the edge with only one break. At the break, there are two steps leading up to the sanctuary. The backs of the sits reach just below the chest height of someone standing and there are a sort of wooden shutters can be draw close if needed to. This building was not here the first and last time I told you about this place. It’s a new addition... just a little reminder of a place similar to this where we shared our first kiss, just changed to suit this place better. Hurrying towards the break, I let my eyes drink in your form against the white background. The shutters are open, so I get to caress you with my eyes even as I walk impatiently towards you. My long skirt falls heavily against my feet with each step I take, the hem being soaked in dewdrops. My hair let out of its prison of being “styled” for the earlier dinner falls wavy against my back and is constantly being crowned with droplets of water as my hand brush low brunches out of the way. Reaching at the door of the pavilion, I finally have time to wonder as to how I look. Just as my mind answered me “You look like a dreadful mess...” you come forward, holding me close in your arms and whisper in my ear “You look wonderful my dear”. Just closing my eyes and resting my head against your chest fills me with wonder and peace. The wonder that is you, the peace that you bring with you fills my being. I just want to savour this moment, the weight of your hands around my shoulders and the heat of you against the cooling night. After a long moment, I start to hum softly... following the song of the water from the fountain flowing over the stones, the sound of leaves rustling in the wind, the sound of our breathing... Moving, swaying softly to the song of nature and the sound of humming. Slowly the swaying moves to a dance... a more passionate set of movement following the tempo of our feet against the floor. Moving away from each other, like the careful game we played when we met... being careful not to over step imagined lines and boundaries. Drawing close to each other, like we want to be together... and we can’t help ourselves. Circling around each other, like we are forever out of the other’s reach... and we are looking out for each other. Touching each other, like we are only here in passing... and that we are real. Pressing against each other, like we need one another... and reassuring each other that the person is needed as well. Fast, like we are eager and have but a moment to ourselves. Slow, like we have all of eternity to content with. After the dance is over, we rest in each other’s arms... feeling our hearts race against one another. My face against your chest as your face is against my neck. Making me confused as to if the air that is stirring there, is your breath or that of the wind. Shivering against the cold as the night tries to dry my sweat. Pulling back slightly to look at you, I speak softly... asking you with all I have “Please... kiss me.” Waiting just long enough to see how my request sparks something in your eye and to see your face moving down to comply. Closing my eyes and feeling your lips against mine makes me shiver harder. As if your kiss reminds me of all the warmth that is you and that makes the cold unbearable. The feel of your lips pressing down on mine is almost more then I can take and yet, I move to stand on tiptoes to feel more of your mouth. Even as I wrap my arms around you to hold you close, and to balance myself I can feel you move your hand down to my waist to hold me close against you. Before I can think much further... or more likely, lose my thought processes any further, you pull back and look at me gently, with your all of your feelings in your eyes. I could see how much you wanted me right then and there; how you wish to give in to that feeling, and also how you fight to hold it back. The only thing I can do is to hold you close and let you come to your own decision in time as I promised to let you pick the time. Then I remember to how you said you would like our first time to be in a bed and God, how I wished there was a bed right then!
© 2008 Ruby MoonReviews
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