I joined Ninja Writers to get back into my creativity again. Every Wednesday they have a prompt to get the creative juices flowing. The prompt for this week was 'The Kiss'. Although I'm not currently working on a story these characters have been floating around my head for a while. Any feedback will be much appreciated.
She sighed, placing the cutlery down on the work surface. They’d had this conversation a million times.
“I’m not talking to you about this,” she protested, jamming her fingers into a ball of floured dough.
“Please Alice, just listen to me,” he cried. He kneeled on the sofa so he could face her. Alice did her best to avoid eye contact, firmly rooting her gaze on the bread in front of her. She didn’t want to argue, didn’t want to fight. There was no energy left in her.
“I have listened, Harry. I have listened to every excuse, every reason, every lie.” With each phrase she punched the dough. “I am done listening!” she roared.
Harry scooted backwards off the sofa before he could be covered in flour.
“I don’t know how else to say I’m sorry,” Harry said, quietly.
“Then stop saying it!” said Alice. “I’ve heard it enough.” Her voice lowered, became more gentle.
Harry moved round the counter so he was by her side. Standing next to her there was around half a foot between them.
“I love you,” he whispered, putting his arms around her waist, drawing her close to him. She let herself sink in, moulding herself to his body, letting his chin rest on her head.
“I love you too,” she said. “I will always love you,” she added, after a moment's hesitation.
“Don’t-” she snapped. But she didn’t move, she let his lips travel down to her neck, felt her knees go weak. She leaned backwards, her mouth searching for his. Her lips parted welcoming his tongue inside, the spark in her stomach reignited, burning bright. Not that it had ever gone out in the first place.
Alice turned to face him, her hands going to his cheeks, his shoulders, as she lost herself in the kiss. The kiss, that for this moment, eliminated the outside world. There was nothing, no one, but her and Harry.
After a moment she withdrew, catching her breath, feeling the redness in her cheeks. Despite her hesitation and her almost immediate regret, she couldn’t help but smile.
“What is it?” asked Harry.“You’re covered in flour.”