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My Midnight Interlude The first thing Elliot registered was crickets, what sounded like hundreds of them, all right outside the tent. She groaned, burying her face in her pillow. It was still dark out, and the last thing she wanted to do was wake up in the middle of the night and not be able to fall back asleep. But then a dog barking joined the crickets, and an owl hooting, and she knew it was pointless. She rolled over, trying to keep as much of her body in the sleeping bag as possible. Why she thought it was a good idea to go camping in late October she’d never know, but she was actually enjoying herself. Even more surprising was the fact that Jordan seemed not to hate the entire experience – Elliot had even caught her in a few rare smiles, the kind that seemed to light up the forest for miles. It was nearly pitch black, but Elliot could still see the outline of her lover. The messy tangle that was her hair, the arch that was her shoulder, the swell of her breasts, the valley of her waist, the other swell of her hips, the long, tapered shadows that were her legs. Elliot ran her hand down the contours, causing Jordan to mumble angrily in her sleep and half-heartedly bat her hand away. Elliot smiled and kissed her just below her ear, the one place that guaranteed her a smile. She couldn’t see it in the dark, but Jordan stopped complaining, falling back asleep. Elliot moved closer to her, wrapping an arm around her, finding her hand and twining her fingers with Jordan’s. She smiled in the dark, already falling back asleep herself. Maybe she wouldn’t be up all night after all. |
My 40 Snapshotsby Nicole Merrill |
