Back in the aroma corner
Hiding from the world
Hopefully this time the few hours I have to myself will not be taken up by someone walking by that recognizes me
Hopefully this time I will manage to say what I have been trying to say for a few weeks now.
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It was just another normal day
He stumbled out of the brush that actually came up against the fence in back of her house.
It was early in the morning and the sun was still throwing the shadows across the fence into the closely manicured garden.
"Finally", he thought to himself "I made it".
Peering over the wooden slats he gazed into the shadows hoping maybe she might be outside. He knew that when the weather was like this she enjoyed working in the garden.
She wasn’t
He climbed over the wood and made his way across the lawn onto the back porch.
She was sitting in the kitchen and when she heard his first step into the house she raised her head.
"Hiya handsome"
"Hi wonderful" he replied and pushed the door open into her world. "why dont you sit down"
"You sure you don’t mind?" he asked, even though he knew the answer.
"I don’t mind my blue, I love having you here"
"I still don’t really understand this; why she lets me into her life like this, but it feels so good I'm not sure I even want to know why this is happening."
He wanted to say something but no words he knew seems appropriate to convey the gratitude.
She saw him hesitate and she took control. He smiled for the first time in days.
"Why don’t you take off some of that weight before you sit and I will make us both some coffee"
"I think I will" he replied and started to unbuckle the shoulder plates.
The buckle on the left shoulder was a bit bent, must have taken a blow, and he was having trouble getting the strap out of metal square so she reached out from behind him and pulled it free.
"Thanks" he said and she smiled.
"That’s what I'm here for" she replied and he smiled.
Slowly she helped him out of all the armor he carried around on him all the time.
Pieces and plates and layers she helped him remove from all over himself.
And when she came down the inner layers she cleaned and soothed and kissed and healed running her fingers across wounds closing the gaps and blowing pinkness back into the bruises.
When he was down to his intricately patterned briefs he sat down at the table and let out a long breath.
The coffee was ready, warm and thick.
The conversation was deep, open and reassuring.
The sex was passionate, soft and amazing.
And when the time had come she helped him cover back up all the parts and pieces of him that needed protection adding padding and kisses here and there where the leather and metal might scratch and scrap his sensitive skin.
When the worlds they lived in started to seep in, again, he bent over and kissed her gently on the softest lips of them all (they really are) and her turned her face up and blew all the thanks of his soul into her eyes.
He walked back out across the back lawn, over the fence and into the bush.
It was just another normal day
