Hugs & Kisses

Small itty-bitty rug rats.  Small as they can be.
Crawling and wandering, under the kitchen table, peekabooing.
The girl smiles, and makes a kissy face, like all small itty-bitty rug rat girls, do when they see a pretty baby.
The itty-bitty rug rat boy, smiles and, grins, as his eyes light up, as if he knows some great big secret.
Crawling towards her, full speed ahead.

Hugs & kisses, baby sugar under the kitchen table.

Hide & seek!
Tag your it!

Taking her hand, whispering, "Come hide with me, I've got a good place!"
Grinning, smiling, as if he knows some great big secret.

"Where are we going?"
"Hush, they'll hear you, come along, you'll see."
Wide trusting eyes, gazing into his own.

Hand in hand, slipping into the woods.
Wandering, past Holly, Huckleberry, and Crepe.

Hugs & Kisses, under the Oaks and Pines.

Christmas, or even Thanksgiving.
Being in the same location.
Eyes meeting, smiles shared.
Innocence & experiments.

Shyness and reservations.
One knowing, one trusting, both following instinct perhaps.

Amidst the dysfunction of grown men & women.

Two children, friends forever.
Talking, comforting, being together, understanding one another, or not.
Gleeful laughs, or hushed voices, forever bound by life.

Hugs & Kisses, sweet, trusting, childish embraces, in dark halls, and closets.

Twin souls, knowing one another since their first breath.
Not understanding anything, other than they are there.

Does absence, make the heart grow fonder?

Years upon years of life, here and there.
Contact reestablished, by sudden concern.
Like being, awaken from a nightmare living, or perhaps it was a sweet dream, in pretence.

Catching up with one another.
Talking out the issues at hand.
Smiles, uplifting one another's remembrance, so fondly found, in each.

The whole time, her knowing, he had something on his mind.
Thoughts and feelings, running through them.
She, pushing them back into their own little corner, where they breathe, living all this time, like small, quite, trusting children.
He knowing what he felt he could not contain.

A change of subject.

"When they told me you'd called asking for me, my dick got hard."
*Blushes*

His words bore truth.  Herself melting under his gaze.
Memories flashing through her mind, flying by between them.
Leaning up against a small hillside, the sunlight dancing on their faces, eyes glowing, breezes blowing.
Time catching up, as if triggered.

Three times an approach, yet his mouth hushed, twice.
Wanting to hear what is on her mind.  Needing his opinion.
Knowing he had something, he wants to say.  Wishing she would touch him.
Knowing what it is, but not knowing how he would.  Wishing he would hold her.

Always, he the instigator.
Always, she the trusting.

"Let's change gears here."
"Ok, change gears, honey, what is it?"

Standing, approaching her, looking at her with those wide, grinning eyes, as if he knows some great big secret.
Taking her in his arms, and kissing her.
Going into his embrace, and touching him.
Gazing into her eyes, with those smiling eyes of his.
His face such a welcoming sight, after years of not seeing him, warmed her heart.  
How could it not his?  
She smiles, he kisses her again, and he smiles.

Gazing into her eyes, "I want to play with your titties."
"I knew you were going to say that." She grins.
Curiously, he inquires, "How did you know?"
Still gazing into his eyes, she responds, "I just did."

Does she tell him, that when she went out to the car, just a moment ago, that she heard his voice in her mind?
"She's got great big ole titties."

No, he gives her not that time, but fills it with loving little, sweet childlike kisses.
He turns her to the side, she asks, and "What are you doing?"
He whispers into her ear, "I'm unhooking your bra."
She watches him, as he turns her back into himself, and takes her breasts up in his hands, as he leans in to suckle them, one at a time, coming up to kiss her, amid the exchanges.
"You know, I've had the hots for you, since I was 12 years old, don't you?"
She gazes into his eyes, and smiles.
No, she did not know this, as in the passing of the miles, she has been able to push her thoughts and feelings of him, into that little child's closet of hers, though the truth rings clear in her ears, and she knows.
Standing, pulling her to him, and rubbing his chest against her breasts.

A memory of riding the school bus comes to her.
She sits on the last seat, he sitting long ways of his seat, one up, and to the right of her.
Another teen, sits long ways, in the seat directly in front of her.
The boys sit facing each other, bullshitting, and grinning.
He says to the other boy, "More than a mouthful is a waste."
The other teen, peers over the back seat at her bust, grins up at her and boldly winks, turns to him and says, "I'm not too sure about that."
The boys laugh.
She blushed, and could not help but smile, as they finished the ride home.

Standing there, watching as he enjoys himself, wondering if he has more than he can handle, with both hands, and his mouth more occupied, than he'd had expressed need of all those years ago.
Quite, trusting, a smile crosses her lips.

Hugs & Kisses, beside the kitchen table.

*sighs*

Kissing her, rubbing his chest against her breasts, he whispers, "Let's go over to the couch."
Leaning into her, placing a kiss upon her cheek, "Just you and me, like it's always been."
He pulls her to him, and hugs her, goose flesh covering them both.

He turns them toward the other room, she ahead of him, as she goes, she hears him say, "I've loved you for more than 40 years."

A flood of warmth runs through her, as she thinks, "I've loved you since before infinity, and shall love you long after the twelfth of never."