the gilded spectrum [ a serial ] chapter 4

The snow poured down down down. The fabricationalizm was almost impossible in these conditions. ‘Must be divine,’ I shrugged and turned toward him.

‘Look.’ I said, dropping the side of my forefinger on my thigh and slowly dragging it up, into, and beyond the pinch of my waist to my ribs. His eyes traced the line more closely than my finger did.

“Yea?”

“That’s it.” I laughed and went back to the window.

God I love that man.

“Hey,”

“Yea?” I called without turning. My being enlivened by the building anticipation and my, well, amazing joke.

“Look,” he snazzed in his best Me voice. Now he had my attention. I’ll squeeze in that it’s not an easy thing to get. I spun tightly around, eyebrows lifted, half of my face all asmirk, and instantly, maybe even in less time than that, found him nose to nose with me. Masculine heat radiating from the T of his muscley chest and shoulders. Looooovveedd him.

“Looking,”

His left arm darted behind my knees and he lifted me off of the floor, pressing me into the glasson wall. He stamped twice and the room turned into a galaxy. The walls, floor, ceiling, furniture, everything seamlessly masked with the same twinkly inky cover. LOVED HIM.

“Darling, you. You are something special. This is beautiful. I’ve never seen this. What a brilliant idea.” With hearty satisfaction, he watched my pleasure continue to rise as I peered around the den in awe. He kissed my smile-lifted cheek, dropped my feet soundlessly to the floor, and the galaxy paint disappeared beyond the normal coloring of the room.

They both looked to the snow, pleased in themselves, alert to their mission. F’n happy. A metallic bell rang in the distance. “Conditions are ripe, my love.” “Great. I’ll open the spectrum. This one feels …. New.”