It’s been so long since I’ve written fiction/something I didn’t have to. I’m rusty! And once this was finished, I realised I was more than a little inspired by (and am more than a little indebted to) Sarah’s and Anne’s latest (and waaaaaaay more accomplished) offerings :-s
Hope you enjoy reading it anyway.
You used to dislike summer. It was your least favourite of all the seasons. You preferred autumn, with its colours, its scents, and its days filled with school activities which offered the opportunity to avoid both the depersonalised rooms of the army-housing you lived in and their other occupant. But now, your second summer in LA and the first summer with Luke completely back in your life, you find you have a new appreciation for it.
Luke has taken to the California weather like a duck to water. Ever since moving out here, he spends every free hour lying in the sun, stretching and curving, luxuriating like one of those sultry cats in a commercial for overpriced kibble.
‘Want you so bad I can taste it’. The lyric pops into you head unbidden. And the words are true. But you feel none of the desperation Brian Molko’s voice conveys in the song. Instead, you recognise that, although you do, you can taste to your heart’s desire almost any time you want to. The awareness causes a warmth in your lower belly and a warmth in your heart. Both equal the sun in intensity. Even if they are entirely different beasts.
Your mind starts wandering from image to image. Luke fanning out a spray of water drops as he wildly shakes his head, coming up for air during your first swim in the pond, that hot August night. Luke in a Branson parking lot, the blazing sun turning the warm hazel of his eyes into pools of molten amber. Luke’s tanned frame, kissed by bright morning light, contrasting with the rumpled white sheets of your first shared bed, in your first shared apartment, signifying the happiest you had ever felt living anywhere. Until now.
And then, like an electric shock, it hits you. You haven’t learned to love summer. You have learned to love Luke. What you perceived as a growing appreciation for the sun, is actually the growing understanding that Luke is your sun; the thing your life, your feelings, your heart – your world – turns around.
As little as two and a half years ago, when your world was full of darkness in every conceivable sense of the word, that realisation had terrified you so much you ran from it. Today, after all the hard work you both have done to get it right this time, it brings a sense of safety, of belonging, and with that, a contented sigh.
Which was apparently louder than you intended, because the lounging, lazing body you were staring at, stirs, stretches enticingly, and raises its head. Luke looks at you and smiles, and it is the brightest thing the California sky has ever seen.
Then he reaches out his hand to you and whispers the word that always fills your soul with love and healing and the knowledge that you are home. The word you will never tire of to hear falling from his lips.
Thanks for reading!