A couple, a pair

Creative writing challenge: A couple.

Her long slim fingers weaved themselves through mine. She tilted her head to smile at me. I immediately captured that dazzling flash of her snowy white teeth that sparkled in the sun and that sweet, cute little dimple on her rosy cheek. Her dark, spirited eyes sparkled with joy as they stared right into mine. I could actually see myself in her eyes. I sighed contentedly and leaned in, not quite kissing her yet but pressing my nose gently against hers. Her skin felt like satin under mines and I could feel each curve of her perfectly shaped cheekbones that seemed to interlock with mines. Like we were made for each other. I breathed in her warm, sweet cinnamon scent, like she just woke up from a well-rested nap that weaved itself into my nose and hit the roof of my mouth.

Then my lips brushed hers. I could feel a smile forming on her delicate face as I kissed her passionately. Our lips moving in unity as we shared the warm embrace, I wrapped my arms tightly around her, bringing her closer, practically lifting her off the floor. One of my hands found its way up to the back of her head and I started to absent-mindedly play with her thick golden locks that swirled and cascaded around her. She broke apart but still stayed in my arms, her eyes now playful and half closed with satisfaction. She then nuzzled my chest and lay her head on my shoulders and I rested my chin on hers, rocking back and forth.     

Ah, and here’s another one…

I skipped swiftly amongst the trees. I could hear the crunching of the fallen golden leaves that carpeted the ground as my feet kissed the ground, a dead giveaway for him.

“Gotcha!” a tall, fair-haired figure darted in front of me and suddenly pressed his lips to mine. I was surprised for a second until my senses recognized him.

His affectionate eyes always locked on me that seemed to change color to match his every turtleneck sweater. The softness of his arms that squeezed my shoulders and the faint tickle of his peppermint sweetened breath as it wreathed around my senses, making them tingle and go on override mode.

He leaned back and I saw that he had a peculiar smug smirk on his flawless, handsome face. He let out a chuckle and asked, “What?” Then I realized I was staring at him like a moonstruck rabbit. (Actually, I think I am quite moonstruck.) I shook my head; purposely letting my strawberry red hair fall in front of my eyes so he would gently brush is back for me. And he did. I loved it when he did that. He tucked it back behind my ears and reached for my hand.

Then I could feel the firm grip that I was sure that would never let me go.