Sunday, January 30, 2011

Birthday Plans

They stood out on the patio, watching the sunset and the garden, and how the light painted the mountains red as the sun went down.

"You were saying?" she said as he stood behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist. She lightly rested her hands on his.

"First, I thought we'd do dinner. I heard about this great Chinese place that opened downtown." He nuzzled the side of her neck, and his breath on her ear made her shiver.

She tilted her head to the side and leaned against him. "Chinese would be nice," she replied, and took a deep breath as his lips took advantage of her position, and planted little kisses from her ear to her shoulder. "And then what?"

He pulled her closer. "There's that movie you were telling me about." His left hand began to drift up from her waist.

She sighed a little as his hand found her breast, kneading gently through the fabric of her tee shirt. "I didn't think you liked chick flicks."

"I do if they make you happy," he replied. "After all, it's your birthday present."

Amused, she turned in his arms and looked up in his violet eyes. Tiptoeing up, she gave him a quick peck on the lips. "Or we could just come home."

He smiled down at her. "And what would we do here?" he asked, kissing her back. His kiss lingered, and led to another.

"Oh, I suspect we could find something to do," she replied. "Hot tub, massage oil, feathers . . . " The fingers of her right hand, resting lightly on his waist, began to drift down his hip.

"Feathers?" he asked, arching an eyebrow.

She smiled up at him a bit wickedly. "Just an idea I --"

"Mama!" Suddenly the storm door from the kitchen to the patio was pushed open and a small girl toddled out. "Brudder took my doll!"

She picked up the little girl, smoothed the girl's hair, and gave her a kiss. "Did he?" she said. "Well, let's go find out what's happening." Moving to the door, she turned back and looked at her husband. "First item isn't dinner," she said.

"No?" he asked as he opened the door for her.

"Nope. First thing is to call your mother and see if she'll keep the kids overnight." She stepped inside.

"You have a point there," he replied, stepping into the kitchen, let the storm door close behind him.

If you like this piece, you can read more about this couple here:  This is an ongoing vignette series that I write purely for enjoying their company.

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