Fiction: Sneaking Out (524 words)

24 Apr

They met after curfew. Of course, they could see each other earlier as well, as an engaged couple, no one would fault them for sneaking away for a little bit of alone time when they got the chance, but there was something fun about the scandal of sneaking out. That, and there were significantly less “knowing looks” from the older members of the group, which always made her feel a little slimy.

She made her way quietly down the hall where they had aggressed to meet, her eyes straining in the dark to try and find him.  An arm reached out from an even darker alcove, slipping around her waist and pulling her in close. She still couldn’t see him very well, but she knew the feel of his arm settling around her waist and his chest under her hands as she reached out to steady herself. Then, if she wasn’t quite sure yet, his lips were on hers and there was no doubt about who she was with.

After a moment, they separated slightly, their arms still wrapped around each other. He leaned his forehead down against hers and sighed. “This is absolutely my favorite part of the day.”

She gave a little moan of agreement before adding, “I am torn, though.”

“Oh?” He pulled a little farther away to peer down at her in the darkness, “About what?”

“Well, I can’t wait until we are married, so we don’t have to do this anymore,” She mused, “But, I’ll be disappointed when we are married because we don’t get to do this anymore.”

He laughed as he pulled her in tight against his chest again. “I see, that is quite the dilemma you find yourself in.”

She let herself mold against him, trying to get as much contact between them as she could. “It is absolutely the best problem I could ever hope to have.”

“I guess we will just have to enjoy it,” he squeezed her a little tighter. “We are going to have to embrace this next two months of sneaking around and enjoy our last couple of weeks of this silly guilty pleasure. Because as much fun as it is, I won’t delay marrying you, not for the world.”

She sighed as if she wasn’t thinking the exact same thing. “Well, fine. If you insist.”

“I absolutely do,” He kissed her on the top of the head.  “Now, I hear there are a few bedrooms in this wing that aren’t being used this season. Do you think you’d like to go on a search for them with me?”

“Nothing better to do, I suppose,” she teased. They stepped out into the main hall again, his arm around her shoulders, her arm around his waist. She was going to miss this after their wedding, but she was going to heed his advice and enjoy these last few weeks of this silliness.

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