This story was written over a long period, the idea triggered by a friend of mine. Though it took forever to write and edit... and re-edit... I am extremely proud of how far it has come since its start. I would appreciate the feedback, positive or negative, anything that would help improve my writing. However... if you're going to respond that I took to long to get to the sexual aspect of it, I ask that you please leave and save your time and mine. I have never, EVER been into "Wham, Bam, Thank you Ma'am"... and my writing reflects that.
Thank you Angelus for the classical idea and triggering my brain for this story! And for letting me bounce ideas off of you. And an even more important thanks to my lifelong friend who has helped me find the passion within me and for helping me discover true love again... things I never thought I could have. I love you.
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The soft bed sheets moved against my skin as Christian's fingers caressed my back, moving sensuously, teasing me. I turned to face him, the moonlight outlining his face, his blonde hair glistening.
"What are you doing?" I inquired playfully, my arms wrapping around his hard body.
"I woke up and saw you laying there and just couldn't help myself." His eyes, blue and dark, pierced mine as we stared at each other in the moonlit room.
He inched his facer closer to mine, his breath warm against me.
Suddenly, a blindingly bright light shone. I sat up quickly. I looked around to find daylight outside, and myself alone in bed with a note.
"Brianna,
You looked so beautiful, I couldn't wake you, though I was extremely tempted. I had to go to work early, so I left you pancake batter in the fridge, made with cinnamon just the way you like them. I love you. Enjoy your day off. I'm sorry I couldn't be home to share it with you.
Forever,
Christian"
I gripped the note and fell back on the bed. I smiled as I looked out the door to the balcony, sunlight streaming in, illuminating the room. It was the beginning of October, the air was cooling but warm, and the leaves were just beginning to change to match the color of the sun. Judging by the angle of the rising sun, it wasn't much past 8.
I missed Christian. Every bone in my body told me to go back to sleep and just wait for him to come home. The sheets warmed me as my naked body stretched beneath them. I vaguely attempted to fall back asleep until the faint scent of the pancakes that he made for himself this morning made its way up the staircase to my nose. I bounced out of bed, threw my robe on and flew down the stairs to the kitchen.
The scent of cinnamon flooded me. I opened the refrigerator to find the mix Christian left and hurriedly made myself breakfast.
"Hm... Maybe he really can cook," I mumbled to myself. "At least breakfast foods."
I silently ate the pancakes after drenching them in maple syrup. I swirled the remaining amount of syrup on the plate making odd designs purely for my own amusement. I dropped the fork on the plate and looked around the house.
"It's my day off and what am I doing? Sitting in my house, alone. This is officially pathetic." A boredom that bordered on depression swept over me as I began cleaning up the kitchen.
I slowly wandered my way back upstairs. I flipped through Christian and my vast music collection, and stumbled upon a CD I hadn't played in sometime. I placed my copy of Mozart's "Requiem" in the player and danced my way across the room. I dropped my robe back onto the chair that I originally retrieved it from and slid my naked body back under the sun-warmed sheets. The taste of perfectly-made pancakes on my tongue, and the thought of my interrupted dream still fresh in my mind, I curled into the heat of the October sun and fell back asleep.
"Hi."
Moonlight was once again illuminating the room. Christian had returned to my side, his fingers running up and down my spine, tracing small patterns across my back.
"Hi, yourself," I said. "I'm dreaming again, aren't I?"
"Maybe," Christian replied. "But if you are, I hope you wake up thinking it was a good dream."
His arms enveloped me as I moved closer to him. When I felt his lips press against my forehead, I began to wonder if I had maybe just fallen asleep that long and Christian had just woken me up when he got home.
No such luck.
As I closed my eyes and reached for his lips with my own, I heard a thud from behind me. Startled, my eyes flew open only to reveal a much higher sun. The light still came pouring into my room. I looked towards the balcony to see a dove sitting on the railing, seeming dazed and confused. I sat up and wrapped the sheet around me and made my way to the door.
Sliding the glass door open, the bird cocked its head and looked at me like I had just performed a magic trick. With a "coo," he flew away.
"Stupid bird," I muttered. As I looked over across the immense yard from the balcony, I watched the leaves change colors. I watched the first few orange and red fires fall to the ground. I retreated inside, back to the kitchen to make a cup of hot chocolate. It suddenly seemed that time and it was necessary. I sat at the table flipping through the paper, passing through the boring parts and going straight to the comic strip section waiting for the water to be hot enough. I had finished the sudoku puzzle and the word search by the time the water boiled.
"This is what my life has come to. On my day off, I absent-mindedly fill out ridiculous puzzles that any five year old could do." I paused for a moment.
"Dear sweet Jesus, I'm talking to myself."
Shaking my head, I poured the water into a mug and added the cocoa mix. Soon the scent of chocolate mingled with the cinnamon of this morning. I made my way back up to the balcony and sat in the wooden rocking chair, curled my feet underneath me, and just existed.
I drank my cocoa and watched as animals, from squirrels to rabbits, crossed our yard, many making their way to the lake and back across into the woods. I watched as birds swooped to catch fish. I was grateful that my day off was so beautifully warm. I knew I wouldn't get a chance to be so close to nature again as winter was fast approaching, though you wouldn't know it with the heat.
I turned to my left and looked at the easel and stool I had placed on the balcony six months ago when we first moved in. I hadn't touched it since then. It was always a case of not having time, or being to busy, or having better things to do or not knowing where to let myself go with my art. The truth was I was afraid to let myself relax. As I looked beyond the easel towards the tree-lined lake, I saw two deer approaching the clearing that allowed the house access to the lake. I watched as they stopped in the middle of that clearing, the sun and trees presenting brilliant shadows across the area. They were beautiful, graceful creatures as I watched what I assumed was the doe take care of her fawn, providing food for the both of them. Not wanting to miss this opportunity , I slipped the door open and walked to the art studio down the hall from our bedroom and grabbed an art pad and the pastels my mother had given me quite some time ago.
I ran quickly back towards the balcony, fearing the opportunity had escaped me. I put the art pad on the easel and turned to shut the door leading from the bedroom to the balcony. It emitted a loud click that startled even me. I turned to look at the clearing to find the doe looking up at me. She and the fawn were at least a hundred feet away, and I was above them, but I could feel her eyes on me. She and her fawn continued about their business, as I sat on the stool and began drawing furiously, afraid they would be startled again and run off.
They were stationary for quite sometime. As I had just begun the area around them, I noticed the doe look up with a start and run off towards the woods on the right side of the house, with the fawn close behind. I was saddened at first that something had startled them, knowing there was very little danger around here, but knew the doe was protecting herself and her fawn.
As I refocused my attention to the clearing the began filling in the trees and fallen leaves, the balcony door slid open.
"You know I hate it when you go outside in your underwear," a male voice said condescendingly.
"I know... that's why I didn't wear any," I replied smugly. "I'm wearing a sheet. It fully covers me. And oh. Wait. We're about fifteen miles from civilization. So unless you're concerned about animals ogling me, you've nothing to be concerned about."
Christian wrapped his arms around me and buried his face in my hair.
"I don't want anyone looking at you. You're mine to enjoy."
