The Prettiest FlowerA Chapter by Aekmy
She felt soft in my arms, right where she was supposed to be. Her tiny arms were wrapped around my neck, and both of my hands wrapped around to the opposite hip. A soft hum resonated in my chest and I knew she was happy. Taking her head out of my shoulder, she kissed my neck, and then pecked my lips.
"Let's go." Her grin lit up the corners of her face. Smiling, I followed. Camera bouncing around her neck, she ran to the middle of the field behind her house.
"Oh! Hold this." She handed the camera to me and stood a foot away, and held her arms out. I stared at her, and laughed at the sweater she was wearing.
"You can take pictures, babe." She encouraged, and returned to what she was doing.
I fiddled with the buttons for a few minutes, and finally turned it on. I couldn't decided what I would have rather taken a picture of than her, so I did. She looked so beautiful standing in the sun, arms out wide, with that over sized sweater draping on her figure. The camera snapped, and Blake looked at me.
"Now what are you doing?" She walked over to me, and placed her fingers inside my belt loops. "There are prettier things out here, like the plants."
"You're the prettiest flower out here, baby." I smiled and she blushed. We looked into each others eyes for a long time. I set the camera by her bare feet, and held her face in my hand. She nestled into it, smiling. Bringing her closer, our lips met, and she was on fire. Hands on the back of my neck, she pulled me closer, and I obliged. Her spine curved as I bent her backward. I could hardly get enough of her as she rested her palms on my shoulder blades. Breaking apart, I held both of her hands in mine, and guided her down into the grass. She smiled and softly kissed my face. With one hand in the grass, and the other on my chest, she pushed me down. I reached for her as she came down to. For the rest of the afternoon, we watched the clouds pass by, and the birds chirp.
© 2010 Aekmy
Added on October 9, 2010
Last Updated on October 9, 2010
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