Touch ~ [The Pig Pen]

Touch

Who would’ve thought that I could be a touchy-feely person? I certainly never did. After all, I’ve always been known as the Ice Prince.

Boy, was I wrong. From the moment I met you, I had to resist the urge to touch you. To feel the silky softness between my fingers when I run my hand through your hair.

You have given me the privilege of doing just that. And as I close my eyes to savor the sensation, I feel an overwhelming sense of contentment and love. Yes, love. I smile at my own whimsical thoughts. I wonder what you would say if I told you I loved you.

I continue stroking your fiery head, feeling your warmth as I inhale your faint but distinct scent. I know it’s not something you use on your luscious body. I know it is a smell that is yours alone.

You made a small sound, something that sounded suspiciously like a purr. It brought a smile to my lips, but I kept my eyes closed. It really is true that closing your eyes intensifies the stimuli to your other senses. In this case, it is you texture, your warmth and your scent.

Something feathery light touched my cheek and I absently lifted a hand to brush it away. I expected to encounter a leaf or an insect of some sort. My eyes flew open when my fingers instead closed around yours.

I looked down to where you were leaning against me, your back to my chest. I didn’t realize that you had shifted your position and was now half-facing me, one arm raised and your hand in mine.

And in your eyes I saw everything. I didn’t need to hear them from you. Your eyes said them all. Tenderness. Affection. Love. You smiled at me and everything was perfect.

We watched the sun set together, our fingers twined. There was an unspoken commandment between us from the moment your heart found mine. It is confirmed when you touch me. And when I touch you.

~Owari