August 22 - Just an ordinary day

 

Eowama finishes the evening chores, checks the grounds once more, says good night to the help, and wearily climbs the stairs to bed, stripping and letting her clothes fall on the floor, and climbs into bed next to Les, lying back with a sigh "What a long day! It seemed like it would never end!"

Leslie lets out a long, content sigh as they finally settle down in bed, nodding and nestling close to his beloved soul mate "Well, every day with you, there is something happening, my love.. And some days even more. I know what you mean!" Feeling her soft warm skin against his, he shivers just a bit and pulls her closer to him "Mmmmmm.. but.. now, at home!"

Eowama tosses and turns in bed, brushing her body against his warmth, then stretching out "Yeah... home sweet home... to the arms of my love, where I belong"

Leslie sighs with a gentle, loving smile, letting his hand adoringly and slowly caress her as he nods "Yes, into that embrace that was meant to be your harbour as well as haven, love.. " He places a tender kiss on her hair

Eowama snuggles closer "Hold me, Les! Hold me tight! I need to feel your arms squeezing me! Wrap me in your heart and don't let me go!"

Leslie nods and his arms settle around her, crushing her lovingly against his chest as he holds her tightly, his embrace forming a castle wall of love and safety around her, keeping her close and against his heart, never ever letting go "I won't ever, my love, I love you!"

Eowama whimpers softly as she raises her parted lips to his and her throat restricts with the intense emotion she feels. She wraps her arms around him and presses herself to him with all her strength "I need you to contain me, love! Hold me tight! As tight as you can without crushing me!"

Leslie nods as his lips are pressed against hers, tightly, almost matching the firm hold, shifting on the bed and stretching out so she is pressed against his entire leg, thighs pressed against each other, feet tangled and his hands flat on her pressed against her, holding her like a wrapped up little cocoon of pure love that he is set to watch over, care for and love

Eowama relaxes into his strong arms, feeling how his powerful full-body embrace envelops her in a sheath of security, of safety and warmth, the painful knot in her throat loosens as she drinks in his love like a dry sponge and softens in his arms

Leslie feeling her body responding, not slacking in his hold of her, not just yet, wanting to give her ample time to feel his love and devotion for her, stroking her hair and keeping her deep deep in his embrace, whispering "This is where, my love.. this is 'Welcome home'."

Eowama hears the sounds of nature outside, the birds and the wind in the trees, their son's gentle snoring, Les's heartbeat with her own, and breathes deep of the cool evening air mixed with the scents of the farm and Les's enticing scent, and feels complete and whole "My love..." she murmurs "My sweet, darling love!"

Leslie holds her close, letting her find peace and love, comfort and rest against him, feeling her warmth, touching him, in so many ways.. she who can break up any clouds just by a word or a look.. whispering "My beloved soulmate.. My wonderful wife."

Eowama feels his strong body in her arms and surrounding her and drinks in his sweetness, closing her eyes and just enjoying the moment, well aware that life is fickle and must never be taken for granted

Leslie stays with her, holds her.. as long as his arms can, he will always hold her, because he belongs to her.. aware of every moment together

Eowama feels her inner and outer self relaxing more and more in his arms as he continues to contain her, draining away all the tension, all the anxiety, all the fear for the future, everything except the blissful moment of giving and receiving pure, unadulterated love...

Leslie: It is as if every time he caresses her, in these moments, time slows down just a little, letting her rest with him, wanting to let her feed tender love and gentle comfort from him

Eowama opens her eyes and gazes into his eyes, at his ash blond hair, his manly beard, the graceful curve of his ear, and sighs, moving her mouth to murmur "You're beautiful... can I say you're beautiful although you're a man? Because you are... my beautiful love..."

Leslie returns the gaze, stroking her hair, smiling as he nods "I would say you can.. In the Nordic languages there is nothing strange saying a man is beautiful.. though I take it to heart, since it means a man that is 'more than just handsome'" He smiles and winks "And that is what I want to be.. your love, that you find beautiful and that fills you with the joy, love, content that you deserve so much"

Eowama smiles and nods, a twinkle in her eyes "You're all that and more, because your beauty comes from the inside out... It's easier in Spanish, because I can say that you're 'un hombre hermoso, bello, divino, deseable, sexi, suculento, besable, abrazable, adorable' or any of the other things I would say about you, and they all sound perfect!" she giggles

Leslie chuckles, nodding with wide eyes "They sound perfect indeed.. and impressive.. I should really study a few well chosen ones for you. I have them in other languages, but.. for these kind of words, it feels like Spanish is our language for them.. It's been like that since pretty early on." He pauses, grinning "Suculento? You think so?"

Eowama makes a face as if she were being offered the most delicious treat in the world and lets out a long, delicious "Mmmmmmm..... siiiii..... muy suculento....." then raises her open mouth to his and tastes him all over again with a passionate kiss as if eating that delicious treat.

 

And we leave them alone here...