The Moment

*assignment 2011: describe either a kiss or a fight in an elevator.
I did both. here is the first, the easiest of the two for me.

a kiss in an elevator

There were moments in her life when she was reminded of how truly blessed she was. Often they were fleeting, but when she noticed them they never failed to take her breath away. As they walked down the street smiling and talking about favorite books and tv shows that week there was an air of relaxed contentment. Nothing special, just calm enjoyment of each others company, a total lack of akwardness. He held open the door for her, and she gave a dainty grin as she ducked under his arm and entered the beautiful lobby. Rich red and gold carpeting quieted the footfalls of the dapper staff and the entitled guests that glided across it, their slight reflections echoing on the gleaming mahogany paneled walls. Places like this were always a treat. They didn’t get to be here often, but as they strode the halls they felt as if they belonged there just as much as those who could afford to travel this way normally. He offered her his arm and she accepted it like any other lady would. Both of them with secret smiles that to each other marked their game. It was always fun to pretend to be rich, and well worth the saving up to do so.

They reached the elevator doors and within moments of pushing the lighted “up” button the doors slid open, revealing the shining mirrors and glistening wooden railings. These older hotels always seemed fancier than the newer overly-done ones. Quiet statements that showed true opulence. Railings made of real mahogany, tiffany lamps in the quiet corners of rooms, brocades hanging on walls scattered throughout. They stepped in, still wearing their little smiles. She leaned against the railing, covertly admiring the ornate carvings on the molding and the beveling of the mirrors. The doors slid closed with a quiet “shoooosh”. She watched the back of his head as he reached out a hand to push their floor button, number 5. Top of the building. They always went for the best that they could on these trips. It added to the game, the escape. She loved how his hair shone, even though he did nothing to it. A four second toweling when he stepped out of the shower. High maintenance, that was him alright. She loved how he looked in his button down shirt, cuffs rolled ever so slightly. He almost never dressed up, but on these trips he did everyday. It was one of her favorite parts of the whole thing, seeing him look like the man she knew him to be. Noticeable, handsome, worth a second and third glance from people who believed in stations in life. If only the girl at the restaurant had known he lived in family guy t shirts and jeans normally. she might be horrified with herself for fawning over him. The thought only made her grin more. She loved him for everything he was; t shirts or a suit, video games or a book, eating filet mignon or a corn dog. He surpassed it all.

The mother of pearl button gleamed to life and a moment before the elevator started its slow accent he turned to look at her. The look in his eyes showing what she was sure reflected in her own. Love, a calm sense of ownership, playfulness, and a hint of heat for the things to come once they reached their room. He leaned into her side, his fingers gently but firmly entwining with hers. She grinned at him, that silly school girl grin she still got when he showed how much he wanted her. His other hand traced the side of her face gently, and she nuzzled her cheek into his palm. Resting it there she felt safe and happy and whole. She loved how much tenderness and emotion she could feel just from his hand on her cheek. The girl at the restaurant was right to be jealous. She opened her eyes to find him looking into them. She would never fail to be caught up in the liquid green and blue of his eyes. He moved in, calm and relaxed, and kissed her forehead. She raised her face and met his lips with her own. Gently, but alive with all the passion that they held for each other. Their lips never opened, yet more flowed between them in that moment than an hour of heavy making out gave other people. This was one of those moments. Blessed, she was blessed beyond measure. Nothing in the world was as amazing as this, no career, no fur coat, no amount of money, no fame.... nothing was worth as much as this simple and chaste kiss. A kiss that promised more, but didn’t demand it. A kiss that was a perfect meeting, neither pushing or pulling but rather melding into one living, sparking thing. As the kiss ended, the door opened and he regained his secret smile... his eyes twinkling as he pulled her out of the elevator with him. As they walked down the hallway full of expensive prints and antique lamps she watched the treasure that walked before her. Nothing could compare to the wealth of joy and love she got from him. This is where they belonged, surrounded by the best of everything to match him. To match this moment.