you are different

I wake up feeling warm and cozy and safe. I shift a little away from you, to get more comfortable and to watch you. Carefully I disentangle myself from you and hope that I won’t wake you up. I like to watch you when you sleep. I like to watch you when you are awake too, but I have never seen you like this before and I want to memorize these moments. I want to store the peaceful look on your face away for later use. I want to remember the way the sun illuminates your skin.

The birds are singing outside the window and the blinds, that were closed in a hast the night before, now let in the first rays of the sun that bathes you in a golden light. Your chest raises rhythmically and the air leaving your slightly parted lips caresses my bare skin over and over again. I never liked the feeling of someone breathing on me, but with you it’s different. A lot of things are different with you. My fingers itch to touch the tattoos on your skin, but I am afraid that I would wake you up. It’s not time yet.

Your arm is stretched out over your head and half hidden by the pillow that supports your head, while your hands are curled into loose fists. I look at your peaceful face again. You look serene and happy, a small smile is on your lips and I wonder what you are dreaming about. Are you dreaming about me? Whatever it is, it seems to be something good. My gaze travels from your hair and eyes further down, your stubble is slowly growing into a light ginger beard. I love it and I’d like too touch it, but I don’t want to wake you, not yet, you deserve your sleep. I never had a thing for beards or ginger men, but with you, it’s different. A lot of things are different with you.

You start shifting and move to your back. Your eyes are still closed and your breathing is still even, but not as deep anymore. For a moment you frown and I can see your eyes move hastily under the closed lids. I know you are fighting against the inevitable moment you’ll wake up and a groan rumbles through your body. The breathing has changed and your muscles aren’t as relaxed anymore. Any moment now, you’ll open your light blue eyes and look at me.

Your eyes are still closed, but you start stretching your limbs. The sheet moves down, revealing your strong legs. Both your arms are lifted above your head and it reminds me of something you did to me the night before. I have to grin at the memory. A memory of complete loss of control, ecstasy, satisfaction and exhaustion. You turn to your side again and you entwine your legs with mine. I never liked the feeling of hairy man legs against mine, but with you it’s different. A lot of things are different with you.

With your eyes still closed, you move even closer to me. Touching as much of my body with your’s as you possibly can and finally those pale blue eyes are opened. You are awake and looking at me. The first moment, you look confused, but confusion changes to a bright smile that enlightens your entire face. You pull me closer into your arms, so that our bodies are pressed firmly together. You gently smooth back my long hair from my face and simultaneously, our lips meet for the first time today. There is no urge and no pressure to take this further. We simply lie in bed, touch each other and kiss lazily.

A perfect morning after a date. We live in our bubble, kissing our morning breaths away. Not talking too much. Simply being caught up in that perfect moment, enjoying the close presence of each other. I want it to be the first of a long row of mornings like this. The thought scares me for a moment. I never thought about being with a man for the long run, but with you, it’s different. A lot of things are different with you.

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It’s still a short story, merely 700 words long and it could be read as sequel to “Destination Unkown” and as a prequel to “Rare Bird“