I was on holiday with my parents, in Wales I think. I wanted to write a happier lighter story to try and lift my mood since I was feeling bored. The arms of love was written about finding love right where it wasn't expected.
The arms of love
A shaft of light fell onto my face; I screwed my eyelids tightly and pulled the covers over my head. Moaning softly, I was pulled back to the realms of conscious thought by someone closing my door clumsily (or just hastily). My first instinctive thought was to call out, but I heard the person shushing me. A spike of cold ran down my spine as my uninvited visitor lay on the bed next to me.
All my thoughts were concentrated on working out which my visitor was. The only people in the house were Julie Andrew Peter Jemma and myself. Julie and Jemma were easily ruled out, neither of them would wander into my room in the middle of the night, certainly neither of them would do it so secretly. Andrew and Peter never showed any interest in me, and I didn't really expect them to, although for some time now I had felt strong feelings for Andrew, his connection with Julie ruled out any possible moves on my part. Peter just wasn't like that, morally strong, instinctively quiet, certainly not a nocturnal visitor (Or so I thought). I pulled my head out and saw his silhouette against the curtain, I still couldn't tell who he was.
It was cold and with my window open, a chill breeze blew through the room. At that point I realised that whoever he was, he was wearing only shorts, and was shivering. I had rolled myself up in the duvet, and my visitor must have been quite cold. Gently, I untangled myself and offered him some of the duvet; he pulled it hungrily over his body.
The shining figures of my clock read 1:37 - the middle of the night. My hand reached out, groping in the dark, brushed against the top of his thigh and, found his hand. I clasped it tightly and slowly his shivering subsided. Only then did I dare to speak. I opened my mouth, but before I could utter a single word, he raised his free hand to his lips once again and shushed me. By now my curtain was waving in the breeze and in the brief flashes of moonlight cast onto his face, I could at last see who my nocturnal guest was: Andrew.
I grabbed his other arm, my whole body desired to know why he had finally come to me, when he had seemed so happy with Julie. Julie had flaunted him, showed him off, like a prize bull at a fair. I knew it was not her fault, she loved him too much to do this out of contempt, and only the utter pleasure that he must have given her could have driven her to such heights of pride. Yet, the cold hard lines of his well defined body seemed to melt in the moonlight, his whole body showed that he was not forcing himself to lie there, he had finally come home - to me.
He glanced in my direction, grinning his wide loving smile, showing off his pearly white teeth. Slowly, carefully, he shifted his weight so as not to make a sound, he settled next to me. I could feel the warmth of his body, his smooth, slightly clammy skin against my own. He placed his head onto my chest and heaved a sigh of relief. His smooth black hair tumbled onto my skin. I let my head rest on his and placed my arm around him.
For a while we just lay there, listening to each other's breathing, immersed in feelings finally released. Slowly he raised his head and his soft brown eyes gazed into mine, all I could see in those eyes was unconditional love and, all I felt was as much.
Gently my arm left his shoulders and slipped down, over his chest to his navel. Slowly, carefully I stroked the soft downy hairs, which were to be found. My other hand went to his cheek; I bent my head softly and closed my eyes. Gently our lips met, In that moment my whole body was on fire, not a fire of lust for a physical form, but a fire of love for the person next to me. That kiss seemed to last a lifetime and, as our lips finally parted, wordlessly, breathlessly, I felt I finally knew Andrew.
His whole body appeared to relax, his beautiful body pressed closely to mine; there, in the dark, with a total feeling of relaxation and a complete love for one-another we slept, in the arms of love.