I love photographers who can tell a story through a single shot, Atsuko12, is
one such an artist. As a matter of fact her photo of leaves reflecting through
the folds of a wagasa, is one of the inspirations of When Clouds Touch. The
ability to protect while being transparent enough to show life, is what drew me
to the picture and bought this scene into my mind.~~
"Tell me you love me, Paisley. " “Aishiteiru, Malachi. I love you.” Without a pause or a second thought, she obeyed his command. He paused for a moment after snapping the shot, living the dawning knowledge revealed in her eyes that the statement was true. What was said casually now showed intensely and beckoned him into that reality.
“Mujhe bhi tumse iskh huwa hai, I have also fallen in love with
you.” Malachi fell to his knees, crawling to her as if being reeled in by a
lifeline. Until their lips touched, melded, and their combined breath became a
sustaining life force, one for the other.
He felt her hands caress his back, his chest, fingers at the buttons of his shirt and he mimicked them, his fingers steadier and quicker, released the buttons at the top of her dress, pulling short when the gap revealed the tiny lace bra underneath. He flicked its front opening, exposing her flesh to his view – a sight immediately covered with his mouth. His need to be closer overwhelming his conscious mind which was telling him to move slower. But it wasn’t his mind, ruling him, it was her hands doing the directing, creating the momentum and he followed her emotions, her rush to fulfillment by caressing her touching her until she lost her control and cried out for him to stop.
He felt her hands caress his back, his chest, fingers at the buttons of his shirt and he mimicked them, his fingers steadier and quicker, released the buttons at the top of her dress, pulling short when the gap revealed the tiny lace bra underneath. He flicked its front opening, exposing her flesh to his view – a sight immediately covered with his mouth. His need to be closer overwhelming his conscious mind which was telling him to move slower. But it wasn’t his mind, ruling him, it was her hands doing the directing, creating the momentum and he followed her emotions, her rush to fulfillment by caressing her touching her until she lost her control and cried out for him to stop.
He rolled to his back, breathing hard, chastising himself for
trying to rush her, expecting to see the sky and realized they were shielded
from the elements by the red panels of the umbrella. Its protection allowing
only the softest light from the sun through, casting a soft glow on everything.
He watched her as she adjusted her clothing, loving the pink on her skin, like
the shell of a pearl.
“Is this how it always is under your umbrella, Paisley? Glimpses of light, beautiful color, shadows of leaves, silhouettes of birds, peaceful?”
Paisley lay quiet for a moment, then reached over to button his
shirt and rest her head on his chest. Looking through the paper and seeing the
world for the first time through his vision. The change in perception made the
world a different place, one she had never really noticed.
“I rarely look up when I’m walking. It would probably be a little
dangerous. My wagasa had always been my protection, my way of hiding from the
world while spying on its way of living. Basically, it has been a tool. You are
constantly showing me its real duty is that of love, Malachi. I don’t think I
will ever see it the same again. Sobo wanted me to be able to go out and enjoy
myself, little did I know she meant, grab a guy and make love under it.”
“I’m sure that’s not what she meant and I better not catch you
under this umbrella with anyone else but me.” Kissing her quick, he pulled her
to her feet, grabbing blanket and umbrella and pushing them in her hands. “Let’s
go, it’s starting to rain.”
Collecting the picnic basket, he followed her footsteps to the car,
laughing as they barely closed themselves within before the downpour.
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