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I am warm, sated, and happy. The sun tingles my skin and its heat relaxes my muscles as I lie on the grass like a lizard, soaking up the energy and feeling it saturating my body. I yawn, stretch and luxuriate in the soft scratching of the grass and the tender velvety touch of wildflowers against my bare arms and legs, and I can't help it; I giggle. Aloud.
"What is wrong with you?" she asks, and I can hear her indulgent smile warming her tone.
"Nothing." I reply, stretching again and wriggling on my back, with one arm tossed casually across my face to shield my eyes from the blinding sun. I love the sensations that this day is bringing me; delicate prickling from my living carpet, and the delicious burning as sunlight warms my sensitive skin. I wish I could just strip off and run around the meadow naked, but that would embarrass her and that would never do. Can't have her blushing...the laughter bubbles up and breaks out. Today, I just can't help it.
I hear her turn, and in my mind's eye, I can see her, propped up on one elbow and looking at me with the strangest, curious expression. "What's wrong with you today?" she asks, and suddenly I can feel soothing fingers working over my forehead.
"I'm happy." I patiently explain.
"And that makes you laugh like a madwoman?"
"It does today. Oh - don't stop?" Her fingers had stilled; she playfully swats me on the nose, and I hear her turn and drop back onto the grass next to me. I sigh, loudly, and she giggles.
"Stop that." she orders.
"What?" I pout, knowing that she is looking at me. I can feel her eyes, resting on me.
"All that sighing. And stop pulling that face."
"What face?" I'm as innocent as a child in it's crib, and my bottom lip is sticking out like a ship's prow.
"The one you're pulling right now."
"You're not even looking."
"I don't have to." I can hear the smug smile. She knows she's got me, and I know it too. And she knows I love it.
"Hmmmff." It's the only thing I can think of. Pitiful, I know, but she usually leaves me speechless.
Companionable silence seeps over us, as the soothing sun bakes conversation and movement out of our bodies. With a wonderful lethargy, I lie and am mesmerised by the calling of the birds, the thrumming of their wings as they beat the air, and their beautiful songs that float on the breeze. Such an orchestra of trilling, and clucking and peeping...I purse my lips, badly mimic their calls, and stun them into silence.
"Now look what you've done." She, unlike the birds, is stunned into conversation.
"What did I do?" Again, I am innocent.
"Scared the birds off. And they were making such a beautiful sound."
"What? That cacophony? You've got to be kidding!" I laugh, and tease her. "Here, I'll give you beautiful sound." I run through my entire repertoire of bird calls. She is giggling so much by the end, and I am laughing along with her that I can barely whistle and cheep my appalling imitations. I heave myself onto my elbow, and look down at her as she giggles away.
"There...," I say, touching her stomach gently. "Now that's what I call beautiful music. I love to hear you laugh."
"Anything's better than your bird calls." She smiles as I stroke her stomach; she loves it when I do that, and I would do it all day if I could. I adore the velvety feel of her skin against my fingertips; I trace the muscles underneath, and feel each breath she takes. "What's the matter with you now?" she sighs.
"Nothing. I'm just happy."
"Ah. I should feed you fruit and make you lie on a bed of wildflowers more often, if this is the effect it has on you."
"What effect?" My indignant tone is at variance with my gentle fingers.
"Laughing like a fury, doing bad birdcalls and rubbing my stomach all day."
"Oh. Those effects." Grinning, I run my hand over her stomach again. She sighs, stretches slowly and drops her own hand onto mine. I stop my caressing and we just lie there, hand in hand, enjoying everything that this day and each other offers.
"I love the smell of grass and earth," she offers lazily, as I pick a flower and tuck it behind one of her ears. "What are you doing?"
"Just making a crown of flowers for my earthy princess." I proclaim, gallantly thrusting a tiny handful of daisies in front of her closed eyes, and tickling her eyelids with their soft, petalled heads.
"Stop that!" she chuckles, and swats my hand away. "You're making me a daisy chain?"
"Would you like me to?" I'm enthralled to see the secret smile on her lips, and I glow when she nods and blushes slightly. She always does that when I get romantic, and I love to see it.
I plant a kiss on surprised lips, sit up and get busy weaving. Moments later, golden hair is studded with jewels of white and yellow, and strings of fresh green. "Perfect." I say, proudly watching her. "You make the flowers look even more beautiful." I kiss her again.
"You're such a romantic." she remarks, playing with the flowers which wreath her head. "Why don't people see that in you?"
"Because I'm only like this for you, when we're alone." I touch her hair, and draw her head close so I can lean in and catch the scent of daisies and her; nature's intoxicating perfume. "You bring out the best in me." I breathe into a small ear.
"I do?" she murmurs, wonderingly.
"Yes, you do." I whisper back, nuzzling a plump earlobe. First I smile, and then laugh as the daisies and her hair tickle my nose.
"What are you doing now?" she pulls back, and waggles a finger at me. "Are you going to make love to me, or not?"
After a moment's thought, I answer. "Not."
"Not?" I have to laugh out loud again at her face - her eyes are huge saucers of astonishment, and her mouth hangs open. I stick my finger inside and wiggle it around - and narrowly miss having it bitten off, as she snaps her mouth shut abruptly, and pulls her head away. "You don't want to make love to me?" Disappointment pours out of her eyes, and she raises her hand to pull of the daisy chain.
"No, leave it there. I like it." Her hand pauses, and I grab it and kiss her palm gently, my lips barely grazing the skin.
"I don't understand...?"
"I want to enjoy you...I want to enjoy this day, and this moment. I want to open my eyes, and see the sunlight streaming through your hair. I want to catch the light scent of your skin mingling with the grass and the earth and the flowers that colour this wonderful place. I want to run my fingertips over your sunwarmed skin. I want to touch you, and kiss you, and taste you. But above all - right now? What I really want to do, is hold you in my arms on this carpet of wildflowers, with the sun kissing our bodies and the birds singing our lullaby. I want to feel your head heavy on my shoulder, have your eyelashes brush against me as you sleep...feel the peace that you bring me. That's all I want, right now."
"Oh."
"Because all I need to make me happier than I am right now, is you. To lie here on this perfect summer's day with my love in my arms. What could be better than that?"
She smiles at me then, and kisses me. "You're such an old romantic," is all that she says, as I enfold her in my arms and cradle her head under my chin. She snuggles up and wraps her arms around me. One hand snakes across my stomach, and a leg curls possessively around mine. With one hand stroking her hair, my other caressing the smooth planes of her back, and my lips touching the crown of her head, I am truly - blissfully - happy.
I smile, giggle, laugh and then settle down and begin to hum softly until we both fall asleep, in a beautiful wildflower meadow.
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