'Stepping Out, With M'lady...Can't Be Wrong, to Feel So Right'
Stepping Out, With M'lady
One moment I was resting my eyes,
the next Kries was gently waking me up.
“Dinner is ready, baby.”
I sat up, sniffing the air.
“It smells delicious.”
I got up and walked over to the table and sat down. Kries had set the table and placed bread, butter, and the pie on the table. He filled two glasses up with milk, and placed them on the table.
“Do you want some help honey?”
I went to stand up.
“No, sweetie please sit. I've got it.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
I staid in my seat,
grateful for such an amazing husband. He filled each plate with food, and set them on the table. He lit a candelabra, and set it on the table. Then he sat down, and reached out for my hands. As he held my hands in his, we prayed, thanking the Divine Spirit for everything we had, including each other.
After we had cleaned up the dinner mess,
and put leftovers away, I walked outside into our backyard. I took my slippers off, and dip my toes in the hot spring. It was at a perfect temperature. I looked up at the beautiful stars. I heard Kries come outside. I undid my dress, and let it drop to the ground. I felt Kries put his hands on my waist, behind me. I turned to look at him. It seemed he had the same idea. He was standing there in nothing but a towel. I looked down to see he had brought one for me as well. I smiled as I reached up to undo my hair. As I did, he reached down and unclasped my corset from my stockings. As he rolled my stockings down and pulled them off, I couldn't help but think of the first night I had slept next to him.
As he stood back up,
he slid his hands up my legs, grabbed a hold of my slip, and pulled it up over my head and off. He let it drop gently to the ground next to my dress. He pulled me up against him, and kissed me, then he helped me down into the hot spring. Someone had placed large, flat stones, like steps into the pool of water. The bottom was sand, and there were more large, flat stones set up around the sides for seats. I went and sat down, and looked up at Kries. As he pulled his towel off, I couldn't help but think how beautiful he was. He seemed to glow in the moonlight, looking to me as picturesque as a Roman statue would look.
As he descended into the water,
I felt as if an angel was approaching me. When he reached me, he held out his hands and pulled me up. When I looked into his eyes, I could see the stars reflecting in them. I felt myself fall into them, the way I had so many times before. I couldn't say anything, I couldn't look away, all I could do was stand there staring into the universe that was his eyes.
When he kissed me, and my eyes closed,
I could still see the stars surrounding me. It was as if, through his eyes, through his kiss, I was traveling through the universe with him, our souls intertwined: watching shooting stars next to us, and diving down, swimming next to a pod of whales, feeling there wise energy all the while.
If that's what a kiss from him felt like,
you can only imagine how far through the universe we traveled that night. As I curled up in the water against him, I reminisced about the hours prior. Sitting on his lap now, I knew that the evening, went exactly as I could have hoped, though it was not what I had planned. It was then that I learned when it comes to love, there are no plans; and that is what makes it so special.
The next two days were spent exploring the area,
and familiarizing ourselves with Irish traditions that I hadn't already learned from my parents. When the night came for us to meet Kora for dinner, I was so excited for Kries to see me in the dress she had given me, that I couldn't stop smiling. I had Kries get ready in the living room, while I put the dress on piece by piece. I had gone to sleep with my hair wet, twisted and pinned up. As I took it down now, I had beautiful ringlets. I pinned most of them up, letting the ends hang down. I put a little powder on, and some lip stick, and darkened my very long eyelashes.
As I took one last glance in the mirror,
I headed out into the living room. Kries was already ready, and was reading on the sofa.
“What do you think?”
He hadn't heard me come in the room, and now jumped up setting the book down, and turned and looked at me, his jaw dropping. I smiled.
“You look beautiful, sweetheart.”
He walked over to me,
hitting the side of the couch with his legs. I giggled, seeing how uncoordinated I made him right now. He smiled and kissed me.
“Shall we be on our way then?”
“Yes, let's.”
He placed a shawl around me,
put his jacket on, and we were out the door. As I rode in the carriage, I couldn't help but be extremely pleased with Kries's reaction to my dress. I knew he would love it, and it was nice to know he still felt I was beautiful, as some men change after getting married. He hadn't he was more amazing if that's even possible. When we arrived and parked we walked over to Kora's shop. As we walked in, Kora greeted us.
“Hello Clara! Kries! I hope you are both hungry, because my husband as a special meal planned for tonight.”
“Oh we are. We are very excited.”
I smiled as she hugged Kries and me.
She was wearing another beautiful gown she had made. It was similar to the red one I had seen her in before, but this one was blue with stars etched into it. As I noticed the detail on her dress, she noticed the dress on me.
“Oh Clara, the dress looks so good on you! Did you like it Kries?”
“Oh very much so.”
He smiled at me.
“Well, I was just closing up, let me finish and we will be on our way.”
“Do you need any help?” I asked.
She looked around before replying.
“I think I got it, there isn't much left to do, I just have to lock the back door, and empty the register.”
“Well I could go lock the back door for you while you do the register?”
“Thank you, that would be helpful.”
She handed me the keys,
and pointed back to where it was. I kissed Kries, and headed to the back door. As I walked past the supply room, I couldn't help but get this bad feeling. I tried to shake it off, as I approached the door. As I went to stick the key in, the door knob turned and the door opened. I let out a small scream, having been startled. A man came from around the door, staggering and leaning on the wall for support occasionally. The smell of alcohol was all over him, and he could barely focus his eyes. When he saw me however, he became excited and reached out and grabbed my arm.
“Well hello der 'ittle lady,” he growled.
“Let go of me.”
I tried to pull my arm away from him, but his grasp was incredibly tight.