Sunday, February 3, 2013

Cupid's Kissing Scene Competition-Here Comes the Sun



This scene is brought to you by Cupid's Kissing Scene Competition, which can be located here. The italics are my lead-in.  Enjoy.:)

Here Comes the Sun
During a game of "5 Things" ( a bit like truth or dare in which each person needs to admit 5 things about himself, #5 being light and #1 being the doozy), Brant decides to use his #2 to tell Natalie that it was he who's had a crush on her since they arrived on British soil.  He uses # 1 to......         

            “You?”

            “Me.” He shrugs. “Yea, sorry if I got your hopes up.” He grins and I nearly fall against him in happiness. “I didn't know everyone then, besides, well, my group. You just, I don't know, awakened something in me with a single look. Do you know that I went looking for you at Conwy Castle that day, thinking of anything to say to you that would make you talk to me?”

            I think I just died and went to heaven. Or at least was just lifted up from Hades. Horrible place.

            “Is that your number one?”

            He looks taken aback, but quickly composes himself with a quick shake of his head. “No. My number one, and you'll have to forgive me right now, is that I brought you on this ferris wheel today so that,” he stops, his eyes traveling my lips and I almost know what's coming. 
           Almost.

            I hear my voice, but I don't even realize I'm speaking. My heart is thwacking hard against my chest, seemingly trying to crack my ribs. The words come out so softly that even I find them inaudible. “So that what?”

            He pauses, just for a moment. “So that I can do this.” And before my body and mind can react, he leans down and spreads feathery light kisses across my lips. With his hands encircling me, he pulls me in closer, our frantic hearts beating together. And the more he kisses me, the more I want. I follow his lead and with my hands, I encircle his head, my hands weaving through his hair. Our kiss deepens. He tastes like mint, his lips are warm and moist, and I give and take as much as I can.

            When I finally run out of air we pull apart, our eyes wide in a fresh excitement and our mouths open, gasping for more. But with no explanation needed, no words to be spoken, I drop my head onto his chest and watch as night falls on the city of London.



Friday, January 11, 2013

Answering Dora

My 5 year old while watching Dora....

Dora: Where do I go next?
Son: I'm not telling you.


At the end of Dora...

Dora: What was your favorite part of the story.  

Son: Nothing.


Why does he watch Dora?????  

Thursday, November 29, 2012

Dear God...

Conversation between my eldest daughter and my middle son...

Sitting down to dinner....
Daughter (age 6):  "Hey, we should pray to God." 

This is what I get for enrolling her in Religious Ed.

Son (4):  "Okay." Bounces up and down in his seat.  "You start."

Daughter: "Dear God, thank you sooo much for this delicious food."

Son: "Dear God, thank you for our Christmas presents.  Don't forget to bring me toys."

Daughter: "Dear God, thank you for my family."

Son: "And don't forget to come down the chimney on Christmas Eve to bring us presents."

I have to intervene.

Me:  "Are you talking to God or Santa?"

Both children turn to me like deer in the headlights.  My son laughs.

Son:  "God."

Me:  "You do know Santa's the man who crawls down the chimney and leaves you presents, right?  God doesn't do that."

Son:  (eyeroll)  "God can do whatever he wants.  He's GOD!"


Touche.