Scent of harvest

Scent of harvest
As he turned away from her, it felt like the energy had shifted, like the connection had cracked, and he was taking all these good things she could only feel away with him, finally.

“Cal.” She called, hurrying after him.

He did not stop. 

He was walking away very quickly, and somehow she knew, somewhere deep within her heart, that this was the last time she would see him.

“Cal.” She called louder. “It’s not my wedding.” 

His footsteps faltered, and he almost stopped, and she was already hurrying close to him, but he started walking away again.

So she reached out and grabbed his hand, and it was almost like she had touched an exposed live wire.

The current that traveled from his hand all the way down to hers was so strong she could have sworn she saw both their hands tremble.

He spun around. 

“Say it again.” the words came out his gritted teeth so fiercely she stepped back, letting his hand drop from hers, startled. 

But he was staring deep in her eyes and she was staring in his.

“This is not my wedding,” she said, staring into those amber embers. “This is a bridal shoot, I don’t know if you are familiar with such concepts. We take pictures to mimic a real wedding to make the dress even more appealing.”

And because he was not saying anything, just staring at her with burning eyes, she felt a need to keep talking, to explain it all more clearly, because she feared if he started walking again, she would be unable to hold him back this time.

“This is a favor I had to do for Gib.”

And as soon as those words left her lips, she felt like she could not breathe, and her legs were no longer on the floor, because he was kissing her.

Unlike the softness she remembered, this was anything but. 

It was fierce, hard, and it burned. Claiming, scorching, making a mark. 

Her eyes closed as she felt him take her hand in his again, the hand that had reached out for him seconds ago. 

The electrical sparks as their skin came in contact were jarring, throwing her against him, and traveling all the way to her legs till she was curling her toes in her heeled slippers.

Despite the new fierceness, Cal still kissed like there were zombies trying to break a door behind them. 

Like this was their last kiss before they both fell away from each other and died on the grass there.

His lips smothered hers, moving from the bottom to the top, tasting every inch, sucking more than he licked, drowning her in the taste of cold syrup on his lips, engulfing her.

Her breath hitched as she felt his hand come up to her back, holding her gently to himself, and then the intensity began to drop. 

It was so gradual she did not realise it first. 

But he was holding her gently, and his lips, although still moving at the same pace, moved more softly. 

A tear dropped her cheek and she knew he must have felt it. 

He was kissing her like she was fragile again. 

The shocks that traveled from her lips that he had made sensitive and almost bruised with his smothering, tingled now.

And it felt good.

It felt so damn good, like pressing on the soreness of an old wound. 

It sent goosebumps all over her skin, and started a flame between her legs.

She brought her hand up behind his head and sunk it into his hair, and he pressed her more into himself, letting out a deep sigh that was her name, “Myra.”

Seasons might as well have passed because she lost track of time, and awareness of anything that was outside of them and the bubble that this sizzling energy they had always felt created around them.

He laced his fingers around her hand that he was still holding.

She moaned into his lips at how much that felt like a caress after a hard day’s job. 

“Myra,” he groaned at that, and she found her fingers digging deeper into his hair, massaging his scalp.

And their kiss deepened where she did not think it was possible. He made their tongues dance in perfect form and sync like their bodies always did.

Their bodies were so close now that she could feel his skin under his shirt, but she still felt the need to be even closer till she was inside him, wrapped inside the warmness of his skin, regardless of how weird the reality of that seemed.

They kissed till their lips felt numb and they could not move them anymore, not from satiation, but from physical exhaustion. 

She was panting now as he withdrew his face from her, staring into his eyes that were staring right back into hers. 

He placed his thumb on her cheeks and only then did she realize tears had been rolling down her face the whole time.

He was staring at her like he was seeing her for the first time, but in a good way. 

Their gazes were still locked, and even if she had the ability to look away, if this thing between them did not force their gazes to remain locked, she would not have wanted to look away.

They still maintained their gaze as he took his forehead and leaned it against hers, holding both her hands now, and she felt her shoulders sag in deep exhaustion, like she had been running the whole time and finally stopped.

“I am sorry.” She whispered through the new bout of tears that were streaming down her face.

“Don’t,” he said, and she was not sure how to interpret the emotion she heard in his voice.

“Cal.”

“I would not be here if I did not understand the reasons behind your deception,” he said, and she winced as her heart squeezed at that last word.

That was what she had done. 

To others, it would always be a mission, doing her duty, but in reality it had been deception. 

She had been dodgy and deceitful to someone who bared his soul to her.

“Will you ever forgive me?” She asked, staring into his eyes, and he moved his forehead away from her. 

Her heart stopped beating as panic set in, in that slice of a second, till his hand came up again, cradling her face and she leaned her cheek more into his palm till she was looking at him almost sideways.

“I would not be here if I had not already forgiven you,” he said, and she closed her eyes briefly.

She felt his hand move away from her face, and her face gently slammed into his chest.

She inhaled his cologne as he squeezed her in an embrace. 

She began to breathe more evenly now, feeling like her heart had just finally mended, inhaling at what seemed to smell like the fresh scent of a harvest.