Post by maggie on Jan 20, 2007 17:44:59 GMT 10
the grand finale...
Luka
As we walk back, I have to concentrate on just walking straight. She said yes. She’ll marry me. I’m half afraid I’ll wake up and realize it was all a dream, but as we open the door to my apartment, I know it’s real. It’s really happening. She shuts the door gently and turns to face me, smiling softly. I remove her coat and mine and then move to put them in the closet, but change my mind suddenly and throw them on the floor. She gives me a strange look and I walk over to her and kiss her hard, walking her backwards to that she’s pinned to the door. She lets out a small gasp. After a few minutes of frantic kissing, I pull back, breathing hard. She looks at me, an almost stunned look on her beautiful face. Her eyes search mine, and I answer her unspoken question by pulling her shirt over her head. She grins and lets her arms rest around my neck as I kiss her again. I lift her up off the ground and she wraps her legs around my waist as I carry her to the bedroom. We fall onto the bed together and I smile at her, lying on the bed, staring up at me, her hair spread out around her, her eyes shining, lips pursed, cheeks flushed. She’s always been beautiful, but now, at this moment, she’s moreso. More beautiful than I’ve ever seen her. Her arms stretch over her head, bent at the elbows, stretching her body out on the sheets like some painting I swear I’ve seen before. There’s a light in her eyes I can only imagine is reflected in my own, and I pray to god I had something to do with how happy she seems right now. Perfect, flawless, incredible, she lies on my bed, waiting patiently, and I can only stare and take her in. I won’t remember what she was wearing or how she did her hair, but I’ll never forget the way she looks tonight.
Luka
As we walk back, I have to concentrate on just walking straight. She said yes. She’ll marry me. I’m half afraid I’ll wake up and realize it was all a dream, but as we open the door to my apartment, I know it’s real. It’s really happening. She shuts the door gently and turns to face me, smiling softly. I remove her coat and mine and then move to put them in the closet, but change my mind suddenly and throw them on the floor. She gives me a strange look and I walk over to her and kiss her hard, walking her backwards to that she’s pinned to the door. She lets out a small gasp. After a few minutes of frantic kissing, I pull back, breathing hard. She looks at me, an almost stunned look on her beautiful face. Her eyes search mine, and I answer her unspoken question by pulling her shirt over her head. She grins and lets her arms rest around my neck as I kiss her again. I lift her up off the ground and she wraps her legs around my waist as I carry her to the bedroom. We fall onto the bed together and I smile at her, lying on the bed, staring up at me, her hair spread out around her, her eyes shining, lips pursed, cheeks flushed. She’s always been beautiful, but now, at this moment, she’s moreso. More beautiful than I’ve ever seen her. Her arms stretch over her head, bent at the elbows, stretching her body out on the sheets like some painting I swear I’ve seen before. There’s a light in her eyes I can only imagine is reflected in my own, and I pray to god I had something to do with how happy she seems right now. Perfect, flawless, incredible, she lies on my bed, waiting patiently, and I can only stare and take her in. I won’t remember what she was wearing or how she did her hair, but I’ll never forget the way she looks tonight.