Krynn's blog: "Yearning"

Gazing across the table, watching the couple as they as they are seated I can't help but wonder is their first meeting? He is all dressed up and cleanly shaven, she is deliberatley well dressed and sweetly smelling. They glance at their menus all the while trying to take in each other without being obvious.

I can just hear what they are thinking....Does he like me? Does he find me attractive, does he really want to be with me? Does she think i'm attractive? Do I look okay? Does she really want to be with me?

As they wait for their food to arrive, their drinks in front of them the couple politely start the game of 100 questions. What is your favorite thing to do? Where do you like to spend your time? What kind of music do you like? Where is your favorite place to go on vacation? What kind of work do you do? All the while the real questions lurk in their minds going unsaid for the moment. Like a dance the couple play the game searching out new information and swirling around the main reason for their meeting.

As the food arrives they are saved for the moment by being a distraction. Carefully and politely they begin again, seeking out the answers they wish to know. As she plays with her food, he twirls his straw in his drink, meanwhile wishing there was a reason to accidently touch...to see if there are any sparks.

Soon it's over, the meal is done and with the room empty its time to go. Standing up and walking out the door the couple both wonder What next? As they walk across the parking lot he asks, "Where are you parked?" and she leads him to her car.

Not knowing what to do next, she stops at the door, twirling her keys and they continue the questioning dance. Trying to figure out if there is a connection, and shivering in the cold, she suggests they sit in her car and continue the conversation, not wanting to end their time together. Does he like me or is he being polite? Taking a chance she opens the car and hopes he follows.

Opening the door and sliding in the seat, he takes notice of what shes doing, fiddling with the keys, her purse, her hands. Is she nervous or afraid? Do I dare touch her? Does she like me? All the while the couple fill up the ackward silence with words, any words, waiting for something to happen.

She leans back in her seat, he reaches up and lightly touches her hair, tucking it behind her ear. With a sigh, she closes her eyes and melts under his touch, fingers so soft yet so strong emitting a unknown desire inside her.

Opening her eyes, she stares back into his soulful brown eyes framed with long, sexy lashes. Looking deeply she wonders what he is thinking and comments to how good it feels to have someone play with her hair. He wonders how it is that she has no one to do that, all the while noticing the fire sparking in her green eyes.

He wonders what will happen if he went further, sensing that she is interested, he leans forward and lightly kisses her on the brow. Running his hand through her hair, he continues his soft kisses down to her cheek, side of the mouth while his touch is light and feathery, emitting more sighs she moves into his kisses. 

Lips touching lightly, testing the taste, texture and pressure, the couple start to twine their bodies, all the while seperated by the car's console, like two teenagers on their first date.

The kiss deepens, with a flick of his tongue, she accepts his tentative probing and meets his pressure with her tongue. Softly at first she puts her hand on his chest, feeling his heart beat as she responds to his kisses. Forgetting they are sitting in pubic, the world has flown away, the couple explore each other as much as public decency allow.

As they break apart, each savoring the flavor of each other they wonder how does a spark become a flame so fast? How long have we been kissing and why did we stop? More importantly where do we go from here?

Contemplating how well they mesh together, the couple continues to stare at each other, yearning to be together..again.

As they debate where to go, with not enough time before their respective responsibilities call them back to reality, they fall back into each other's kisses. They continue their exploration of each other, silently cussing the intrusion of clothing, wondering how far the kisses will take them. Forgetting the world around them, blotting out the cars and people like a pesky bug, they find themselves yearning to elsewhere...anywhere...somewhere....else.

Parting slowly they seperate their bodies, adjusting clothes, hair and emotions, the couple finally accept that this meeting was amazing and spectacular. As they kiss once more, this time goodbye, they both promise to meet again, to explore the depths of the not imagined feelings. He leaves her car, and walks slowly to his vehicle facing each other across the lot they both imagine what it will be like next time.

Oh yes there will be a next time......and a next time.