The Skyrider knew that her mistake, had been waiting outside the front door before making a run for the tree. Heart racing, she’d paused and listen to Malcolm pad though the household and struggling out of his shirt. She was grinning like an idiot. The hard baked ground softening beneath damp toes and the sun warm on her face. The morning smelt of promise and summer, of forthcoming heat. Hearing Malcolm return from the bedroom, she’d started running across the land towards the tree, intending to climb and slip safely out of reach.
The man’s long legs closed the distance between them though and she was caught, laughing as she landed and rolled onto her back. Pinned she wriggled, trying to escape but found her arms weakened with mirth and ineffective at taking hold of his hands and pushing them aside. The young woman shrieked with laughter, “No! hah! It was an accident-” she gasped for air, arching as she tried lifting a knee and rolling to the side, failure and the hands remained merciless on her sides and stomach, “I just – I slipped ahahah…please Malcolm!” The more he tickled her, the less she could do and eventually she had to bend, stomach aching as she tried to move. Cheeks flushed from smiling she managed to curl her fingers through his and hold them still, level with her ears.
“As clean as you’ll ever be!” she retorted, eyes dropping slowly over the bare chest before raising once more with a wicked grin. The air had cleared, peace had been restored and she returned the kiss with loving affection. As they broke for air she tilted her head to one side in the grass, searching eyes that reflect the vibrant summer hue and her smile softened.
“I’ll paint the window,” she promised, “I’ll do whatever it is that needs doing Mal. We’ll be ready for whenever you come home…” eyes turned serious before she lent up and pressed a kiss to his cheek and sank back down, resting her head in the grass and wildflowers.
“Think of some names for me? Before you go?”
The man’s long legs closed the distance between them though and she was caught, laughing as she landed and rolled onto her back. Pinned she wriggled, trying to escape but found her arms weakened with mirth and ineffective at taking hold of his hands and pushing them aside. The young woman shrieked with laughter, “No! hah! It was an accident-” she gasped for air, arching as she tried lifting a knee and rolling to the side, failure and the hands remained merciless on her sides and stomach, “I just – I slipped ahahah…please Malcolm!” The more he tickled her, the less she could do and eventually she had to bend, stomach aching as she tried to move. Cheeks flushed from smiling she managed to curl her fingers through his and hold them still, level with her ears.
“As clean as you’ll ever be!” she retorted, eyes dropping slowly over the bare chest before raising once more with a wicked grin. The air had cleared, peace had been restored and she returned the kiss with loving affection. As they broke for air she tilted her head to one side in the grass, searching eyes that reflect the vibrant summer hue and her smile softened.
“I’ll paint the window,” she promised, “I’ll do whatever it is that needs doing Mal. We’ll be ready for whenever you come home…” eyes turned serious before she lent up and pressed a kiss to his cheek and sank back down, resting her head in the grass and wildflowers.
“Think of some names for me? Before you go?”
