Auburn Strands

This was written some years ago, in the late Autumn, when the wind whistles at the windows and the rains are cold drops of silver that sting your skin. The air is still now and the Spring rains warmer with the kiss of the sun. Still, it’s one of my favourites.

It came from a wicked little dream I had and the idea that one can truly be an instrument in the hands of a skilled and attentive lover.  

It was also meant to convey that pleasure can be imparted and enjoyed by any part of the body, not only those usually associated with love making.

Don’t worry, no warnings for the faint of heart are necessary. It’s only an innocent bit of fun.

Suggested song: When I'm With You by Sheriff

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He had been awake for some time, watching from his place in the warm bed the growing rainstorm that whirled across the night sky, drowning the balcony outside, obscuring what few lights could be seen at this late hour.

Laying in the quietly darkened room listening to the soft patter of raindrops tumbling beyond the windows while the cheerful crackle of the flames danced in the fireplace, he allowed his mind to wander through an endless stream of disjointed thoughts. The whistling of the wind outside the cozy apartment called his mind to the memory of heated whispers laid against the darkened sky earlier in the evening. Each glittering drop of rain a memory of the sparkle in the familiar hazel eyes, their shimmering silkiness a reflection of her skin. Even the leaping steps of the fire blazed with the remembered heat of her kisses, warm and searing against his lips.

The quiet susurrations of his lover’s breath, sleeping quietly next to him, claimed his attention and he turned to see her now, a small smile playing across his lips. Sitting up, he gathered the blankets around his waist and let his gaze fall to her still form. She lay facedown, turned away from him, her cheek pressed comfortably to the downy pillow as though she had fallen blissfully asleep, not caring to watch the ballet of raindrops outside the exposed window. One hand lay languid alongside the pillow, perhaps feeling the soft heat of her breath, the other arm stretched behind her, closer to his body as though she reached for him, even in her sleep.

Bathed in the warm glow of the firelight, her bare back was exposed to the night air, the covers having fallen away to her waist leaving her naked to the moonlight’s kiss. But she did not seem to mind and he smiled to see the mingling of light from the moon, the fire and the twinkle of tiny white stars that lit the night sky exposed through the window above them. It was a pretty mingling of diffused and gentle light that settled against the paleness of her skin and played in the auburn strands of her hair, spread carelessly across her back.

He wondered suddenly if she was not chilled and reached a timid hand to gently stroke the curve of her shoulder. Her skin was cool, though not cold and he saw that the chilly night had not reached through the warmth of the room to frost her yet. Smiling, he repeated the gesture if only to feel again the smoothness of her. Slowly this time, he let his fingers fall along the pale skin, skimming her shoulders, floating across her back, letting them come to rest at length at the small hollow before the blankets that covered the rest of her form. Addictive, it was. Like a stolen pleasure that could only be repeated in this hidden place, far removed from roving eyes and accusing glances. And so he raised his hand again and again, each time relishing the satin feel of her skin against his fingertips as though he played a silent tune on silken guitar strings.

Greedy lover that he was, he would have more of this honey sweetness and so, very gently, he stroked away the strands of her hair to expose more of her back to the night air and his longing touch. As he did so, his fingers brushed something unyielding tucked among the auburn strands of her tresses. Curious, and yet at once recognizing the object, he combed his fingers through her hair once again and plucked the gold and sapphire blue, butterfly-shaped hair clip from were it had lain nestled in the waves of fragrant softness.

Chuckling softly now, he turned the small prize over in his fingers and shook his head. How often he had lost this item in her hair! Many times, as had been the play earlier this evening, she would come upon him playing piano or else implore him to play for her, only to draw him away from his music with the tune of her whispers and the rhythm of her kisses. And he, caught in the prettiness of her gentle lovemaking, all too often would forget to remove the little clip and combing eager fingers through her hair would lose it among the strands. Most times she would shake it loose in the mornings after their lovemaking, often presenting it to him with a kiss and a mischievous twinkle in her eye, as though it were a lost treasure she had found. Other times, it would be lost among the sheets and pillows or somewhere in the lush carpet only to reappear when they did not look for it.

Returning his gaze to her now, he was struck with an impish impulse to tease her awake and share the discovery of the clip with her. Bowing over her to catch the first glimpse of her eyes if they were to open, he very gently pulled the cool object across her back, over the auburn threads of her hair as though she were the instrument he lovingly played. She shivered but only slightly and he repeated the gesture once again, only pressing more definitely this time, eager to steal her from her dreams, yet careful not to injure her delicate skin. Once more she shivered and upon the third time he was rewarded with a soft moan and the flicker of her eyelashes. As her eyes opened sleepily, she smiled to see him leaning over her and shivered as he played another note across her skin, quietly whispering her name.

It took her but a moment to realize the little game he had made and she laughed softly but did not change her position against the pillow, sighing only and making as though to fall back to sleep again. Laughing, he leaned close enough to let his silver hair tickle her cheek and steal a kiss from her lips before returning to his position and once again drawing the cool golden tip across her back. This time, he sang a quiet line of her favourite tune and looked to see her smiling as she sighed contently beneath his touch.

But he was too selfish to allow the little clip such reckless enjoyment! Jealous suddenly of its touch against her skin, he bowed close to her once more, this time bringing his lips to the cooled smoothness of her shoulder. Pausing a moment to allow the heated breath of his mouth the freedom to play along her skin, gently, he pressed his lips to her and smiled as she shivered beneath the stolen kiss and whispered his name.

An impish grin lit his smile as he breathed a light path down the length of her back, finding his way to that secret, sensitive spot in the very centre. She sighed quietly beneath the warmth of his breath and his smile widened as he very softly pressed the tip of his nose to the delicate place, tracing a light circle before leaving a gentle kiss atop it. Shivering beneath him, she cried out in surprise at the little gift then laughed softly, imploring him half-heartedly to stop. Knowing her pleasure, he repeated the little gesture, once, twice, again and again, and after a bevy of soft sighs, was at last rewarded with a breathy moan from her lips.

Laughing softly, he cocked his head to one side, leaning to see her smile and the bright blush in her cheeks before resuming his little game. This time, he pressed his chin firmly upon the sweet spot, blowing a soft stream of air across her skin before laying his kiss. Instantly rewarded with a gasp, he called her name through a smile as she trembled at the intimate touch. Her quiet laughter mingled with his own as he once again tormented her with the gentle game, knowing she was lost to the soft pleasure of his teasing touches and whispered kisses.

When he was satisfied, and his lips longed for the satin heat of her skin, he left a soft rain of kisses over the sensitive place, following the line down her spine to the deep curve at the base. Here, he left a pool of kisses before continuing once more as she whispered his name in a sigh. A delicate line of blessings he traced across her back, nuzzling the warm nape of her neck, wandering across the blank canvass that was bared to him until his heart was content, his lips burned with the taste of her skin and the music of her sighs filled his soul. Innocent, these kisses. Meant only to warm them both and fill their dreams until the bright dawn woke them to passion’s full embrace.

Contented at last, he stretched his strong form alongside hers, gently gathering her hair neatly aside to lay his cheek against her shoulder, so that she served as his pillow and he, her blanket. His arms fell about her naturally, comfortably as he held her close, pulling the covers around them warmly. He even managed to sing another whispered line or two before the soft rhythm of her breath lulled him into the sweetest dreams. Still, before he drifted into their waiting arms, he felt beneath him the tiny prick of the gold and sapphire hair clip, forgotten once again and once more lost amid the auburn strands of her hair.

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