I Do What I Want.

Her left shoulder peeks from underneath the cotton blanket which hides her naked body. Only the profile of her faces shows, velvet tendrils spill from her scalp. Her lips are slightly upturned; dreams of a perfect night flood her mind.

He resists the urge to awake her and instead reaches for grey sweatpants in which he pulls on to disguise his own nudity. He stretches his arms until his hands touch the synthetic exterior of she, who had witnessed it all. She had been there with the two of them capturing flashes and flickers of their movement, their rhythm, that night.

He takes her into his hand and walks her to the cliff, the cliff in which he brought both of them to that day. From that precipice, he utilized the witness once again to capture the mountains in which soared from below and above him. An early morning sun lit up the very peaks of them. He wouldn’t need to set anything; this was what he had pictured. Gravel and grass covered most of the mountains; rocks trickled down alongside the edges.

Her hand reached for him, but all she felt were pebbles. Quick to worry, she sprung up, covering her bare chest with the blanket. But he stood in front of her, having not noticed she was awake. Not to disturb him she picks up the pair of yellow boyshorts which sat beside her and slides them on with ease. She crawls on fours across the blanket until her hands touch the rocks and she stands to her feet.

He could hear her creeping across the rocks, but pretends not to notice. She comes close enough, without saying a word, only her breathing and chest felt against his back. His torso tingles a bit as her arms wrap around his waist, her hands touch his stomach. He captures the scenery before him as her fingers run past his chest, down to his stomach.

A jolt of energy rushes from the tips of his toes to the very top of his brain as she slides her hand past the elastic of his sweats. He could forget about the panorama, even if just for a minute. He places the instrument on the ground, her body moving simultaneously with his. She takes a step back. He takes a step back. He turns slowly, her hand still in place, traveling the seams of the band until her chest touches his own.

“Good morning,” she whispers before covering his lips with a soft, velvet kiss.