Pillow Talk

Story:

They had been awake for hours, drifting in and out of consciousness,

unspooling the sweet trivialities of their personal histories in sleepy

whispers, and between stolen kisses. Just before noon, he arose to make

coĀffee, making her promise that she’d be in the exact same place when

he returned. They would continue the conversation. She raised three

fingers in mock solemnity: scout’s honour, she said.

He brought the little bowls of black coffee into the bedroom with a

pitcher of cream. She liked to watch her cup become a canvas, the

cream and coffee mingling like watercolours before blending into rich

caramel. She was waiting in the bed next to the open window, the

down duvet ruffle around her like a snow drift. The bed linens were

cool against her skin, crisp and clean, the satin white illuminating her

face, her violet eyes, her tousled hair.

He knelt on the bed and put his lips to her temple, then her ear, then

placed one of the cups in her eager hands. He breathed in her fresh,

powdery skin. Gently, he tipped a thimble of cream into her coffee,

then another, watching her delight in the dance of dark and light.

He went to the sideboard and pulled a record from its sleeve as she

raised the coffee to her lips. She admired the care in his touch, the way

he gingerly placed the album on the turntable and slowly lowered the

needle: his gentle, deliberate, unhurried way of doing things. She

admired the grey on his temples, the stubble on his jawline, the willowy

muscles in his neck and shoulders.

He felt her watching him and shifted his gaze back to the bed,

narrowing his eyes in faux accusation. As he approached her, she began

to giggle, unable to contain her delight, and he matched her laughter

with a silly grin. Smitten, neither could believe their good fortune.

Morning light spilled into the bedroom and the melody escaped out of

the window and down to they city below. It was only Saturday, and

neither had anywhere they had to be. They both knew they might

linger there for hours, or the whole day, or two, dissolving into

conversation, and pleasure, and one another, as naturally as cream into

coĀffee.

Pyramid:

Sizes:100ml
Type:EDP