It's More Than That
I'm watching my lover sleep; her blonde hair
spread on the pillow like spun gold. Her eyes, closed
now, are the deepest pools of cornflower blue. I smirk
self depreciatingly. Cornflower? I knew crayons were
educational. But back to her skin, white as porcelain,
soft and smooth as silk, and a lot more fun to touch
than either. Insert lecherous smile here. But it's not
just about the fun, or letting off smoke after
cheerleading, it's so much more.
"Hey." I look down into sleepy eyes.
"Hey back." I say. Not original or very romantic,
but she'll forgive me for it.
"What were you thinking about so hard? I saw the
smoke coming out of your ears," she grins naughtily as
she says this.
I give her a playful swat on her ass for that,
then settle back down to answer her question. "You."
"And what about me?" Smiling softly at me, she
perks up to listen. She loves this game.
"How perfect you are. How perfect this is. How I
wish it would stay."
"And why can't it stay this way?" She doesn't
want to have this conversation.
"Because Torr. It's like that poem says ‘nothing
gold can stay'. Eventually the rest of the world is
going to intrude on our little idyll."
"Why can't we cross that bridge when we come to
it?" She asks plaintively and I want to wrap her in my
arms and protect her from all harm. I don't know about
the last part, but I know I'll do my best, so I pull
her into my lap and she leans her head against my
shoulder. We are still unabashedly naked, as only
those who are completely comfortable with each other
are. She is never like this with him, I know.
"I wish we could love, but one of these days my
brother is going to decide to wake up before noon and
I don't think he'd take well to finding his girlfriend
naked in bed with his little sister. Or someone from
the squad is going to walk into one of our ‘planning
sessions' and see that at least Courtney and Whitney
were right on one count about me."
She sighs and I know she knows I'm right. "So we
tell them. Cliff today, the squad tomorrow at
practice, and then my parents at dinner tomorrow
I'm shocked. She wants to tell her parents? So I
ask. "Your parents?"
"Yeah my parents. Is that not okay?"
"It's not that Torr. I just never figured I'd be
the kind of girl you would want to take home to mom
She giggles. "I never figured I'd be bringing a
girl home to mom and dad. Things change." She pauses
and looks up at me. "You know I love you right?"
I do and it amazes me every time I look at her. I
don't say this. Instead I say, "I love you too."
"Now that that's settled it's time for other
"Other business?" I feign ignorance. It's another
one of her favorite games.
"Shut up and kiss me," she says with a mock
glare. I can't think of any reason to object. So I do.
Did I mention how soft her lips are? I, Missy Pantone,
have turned into a total sap. And as I look into the
eyes of the blonde beneath me, I realize that I don't
give a damn.