"Quickly..." J's voice penetrates the soft haze of sleep, her hand, gentle, insistent, on my own. Languidly, from the depths of fading dreams my mind awakens, eyes opening slowly to glimpse the sparkle of anticipation in her brown eyes, the soft flush of excitement in her cheeks.
The sound of Oscar's tail, thumping with enthusiasm, pulls my eyes away even as her hand tugs adamantly at mine. Resisting the urge to plunge back into my dreams, I follow, stumbling through the corridor to the galley, then topside, Oscar's soft chuff of encouragement floating backwards to our ears.
The dawn greets us both, immaculate in her pristine glory. Her colors, deep purples washed with indigo fading slowly, sensually into a tiny glimpse of lighter blue. The sun, her splendor hidden, but for the barest sliver, below the horizon, golden rays traveling the spectrum, spiking to deepest reds to flirt passionately with the darker skyline, reflected back in the nearly placid waters below us.
We both pause on the foredeck, the night to our backs, breathless with the awe and wonder of the moment, every sense coming alive, greedily to record its magnificence.
"Valkyries, facing the dawn." The sublte continual whir of a shutter precedes the soft husky tones of Brandon's whisper, quietly making his presence known. Soft, self-conscious chuckles lend their agreement to his words as recognition in the ferocity of each other's demeanor floods our awareness, as if by sheer will alone we can hold the moment forever, reveling in its shared beauty.
One hand wanders intimately over the sheer white silk of the shirt I'd slept in, its hemline riding precariously close to one hip , while the camera whirs its staccato rhythm. At that moment, Bran reminds me, poignantly, of his brother Stosh, his considerable will focussed intently on the image captured by the lens.
J's hand, feather light on mine brings my eyes drifting to hers. Breathless wit hthe impact, I watch them darken to an inky black, swept with an elemental wave of erotic hunger. Time slows as we still against one another, my own gaze deepening in response, sensuality an exquisite tide of emotion between us.
"Beautiful." In the background, soft, encouraging,Bran's words blend with the sounds of his camera, lost in his own focus, to capture the ephemeral with each click. |
