Offering

He did it. They splashed into the chilled creek with abrupt yelps at the cold, and laughed at the goosebumps it spilled instantly across their skins. He lifted his palms together and considered the sudden and impermanent cup his hands had become.

Her smile was like a mist from a waterfall and coated everything with a powerful magic. He beamed right back at her and she stepped in close, knelt, laughed some more, and waited, mouth agape. He grinned harder and nodded vigorously, tipped his hands towards her mouth. He did not expect the sensation of her lip against his fingertip to fill him high and bright with warmth from the bottom of his belly to the back of his neck.

Then, she sipped.

The water slithered like a live thing from the creases of his fingers through the pinprick O of black between her lips. He felt her suction like fingernails across the small of his back.

Here he was, a vessel, and everything inside was hers for the taking.

They stayed that way long after the current had swept between him to her, afternoon light falling gauzy on them like gossamer. His mouth open with want, and hers smiled closed, quenched.


© Sara Gaddis 2010