The Wind Fell Soft
(C)opyright: William Eakins - 2005; A very romantic story I wrote today, I hope it passes your aproval, everyone who reads. Its a non yiff story, but its one I am very happy with.
The wind fell soft upon the shore, and fell smooth through her long hair, as she faced towards the slowly setting sun. The soft rays of light fell upon her cheeks, and the warm rays of light smoothly caressed down, down along the throat, and over her well shielded body. The light fell smooth, and warmed her, as the cool air did its best to make it not so.
Through the graying fur of her cheeks and hair, she felt the spray of the first drops of water, and it soothed through her, helping to wash away the sand, after the first moments. She smiled sweetly, for it reminded her of her husband, when he married her upon this beach, twenty five years ago.
So long ago, and she stood now, in her old wedding dress, while holding a single bundle of roses in her hands. Her breath was soft, as she remembered that day, in contrast to now, that day he had knelt, and had given the ring to her. She looked upon that ring now, tarnished after so long, tarnished from the hard work they did, to stay together, the hard work, to keep their families happy.
"I miss you, Husband." Was her whisper, and she felt a single, a soft tear, fall from her cheek into the bound roses, and her hand traced lightly the white ribbon which bound them together. She smiled, knowing the meaning, though few of those whom had met her did. She felt a sigh escape though, sadness falling once her. "I have missed you, these last five years." She swallowed, and began to talk, looking out to the ocean.
"Jake is strong, like you. He has your tail, you know." She watched the ocean tide come in, and gave another soft smile to it, she knew it would comfort her if it so tried. No, right now, she just watched and waited, listening to the quiet roar of the ocean. "He just got married to Melinda, the girl he wrote to us about in college. She's pregnant with our grandchild, the one we have always wanted. She's a mink, and she has the softest fur you ever did see."
"I let her have your mother's wedding band, and my mothers wedding dress, but don't worry, she will take care of them. Your son wore your father's cufflinks and tail braid. He looked so handsome, almost like you did. I'm proud of him, I know you are."
She very quietly sat in the sand, and rested her feet, and the soft pads, against the water that tickled so. She rested back, and then laid inside of the sand, gazing up towards the slowly turning shades of lavender of the sky. It was so beautiful, in its own way.
"She looked like an angel, I never would have imagined she would look so good. I know that you would have liked it so much, I know I did." She stretched her legs out, and closed her eyes, just talking to him, she did so every night, at her home on the beach. Her breathing was soft, for a few moments, as she let her fingers dig into the sand.
"Shay looks good, and she's working on her Bachelors. She is dating right now, met a few really nice guys in the past two months, but no one has gone steady. But don't worry, she'll find someone, someone that will make you proud" The eyes closed softly, and she gave a light sigh, while the sun went down, caressing over her belly and lower yet.
"Love, I miss you so much." She watched as the stars shown bright upon the beach, and the moon was slowly becoming visible for her, a moon unseen for the last few days, from the clouds. "I wish you could give me one more hug, like you did before you went away."
Her mind drifted away to that night, he left and went away from her, the night that she had to spend the night alone. She could almost feel the bed against her back as she rested in the sand, while he shipped away on the air plane. She held his shirt in her hands that night, and that was how she had slept, with his scent firm against her muzzle, enough to keep the tears away. She did not like crying, and even now, she held it back.
Her mind drifted further, as she rolled over the next morning to the empty pillow, and she just sighed, going about her day and not touching things, leaving it as it had been, in waiting for him to fill the place again. A day passed, then two. Then three passed away for her, her heart holding hope for him.
Then came the dreadful day, that she saw the two men in uniform, and a letter held out to her, and a voice, soft, speaking to her. She could not remember what the words were, only what it meant, and how she had wept, as she had never wept before. But shaking her head out, she drifted from memory, and looked out to sea.
"You died for your country, you died to save an innocent life." She lifted a hand up, and let the sand drift through her fingertips, and across her thin, black nails. But gazing long, she quietly stroked her hands against one another, and almost laughed, for just a second, as she felt the water tickle her ankles. She met the man he'd saved, later that year.
He was a fellow soldier, and had been caught by a leg trap. They ambushed while her husband, 40 then, had been trying to extract his leg. Te firefight had been long and deadly, and he had refused to die or abandon his soldier. The soldier got free, and her husband died on the hospital bed of over sixteen gunshot wounds. Adrenaline, and a miracle, was the only explanation.
They met over coffee, and they talked of the war, of her husband, and, eventually, she sat in silence, just looking at the reptile. He had opened his mouth to ask if she blamed him, and she hook her head, because she couldn't blame him, it was not his fault. No, instead, she hugged him. "Do not let my husband's gift be in vain." Was all she could request, before she kissed his forehead, in a mothers manner. He had blushed, as though he had not blushed before, and sat in awkward silence.
He had made something of his life after the war, and so she was not angry at him, because a life put to use, was all he would have wanted from him. That had been what made her happy, and she quietly slid her feet through the deep sand and the deep water.
She swallowed lightly, and gazed sweetly into the eyes of the the great dragon constellation, the one that lay upon this great world. She quietly ran her fingers across her shoulders, through the lush fur, and just shook her head out. She knew she'd see her husband soon, someday, and she had only one thing she wanted, just that hug again.
Tears dripped as she turned ,crying, into the sand. Her fist tightened into a ball, and she clenched her teeth a touch, trying to calm herself down from hysteria. Even after so long, it was painful for her heart to sit alone in church, to sit alone in the theater.
The tears stopped, as she caught her breath and held a hand up to her breast. She looked forward into the sky, and let a smile finally drift up to her lips, the pain was washing away, like the tide of the shore.
"I love you, so much. That's why I have lived a good life, with you in my heart and memory. I miss talking to you every night, over that bottle of wine - but, I will wait for you, like I have always waited for you. You mean a lot to me, even now, my dear husband." She inhaled deep, and felt a slight pai in her chest, grief.
"I love you too." A voice turned her head, and she looked up, through the mist, the fogt that had crept in. She watched softly the approaching man in uniform, and her heart caught in her chest, leaving her jaw shaking for a moment. It was a dream, she knew, and her hand moved forward, as she reached for him. Her husband stood strong, and her lips held the most soft of smiles.
"I know." She murmured, feeling the dream begin to take her, as she slowly stood up, the age falling away, and her fur turning lush and lovely again. She held the roses to her chest, and approached him slowly, as he smiled, as young, as handsome, as he ever was - as old, as strong as he had been when he left so long ago. "I just wish it was not a dream." She whispered.
His hand touched her cheek, and he leaned forward, to kiss her very softly upon the lips, a kiss that made her gasp just so very sweetly, for the kiss felt so very real against her. She smiled to him, and he held her close, his arms crossing her back.
"Worry no longer about that, my love." He whispered, hugging her very close. The hand caressed her back, and she softly sighed, because his touch felt so very good, against her flesh that wanted his touch so much. She looked into his eyes, and he put a finger to her lips. "I will never leave you again. I had to go once, for a very special reason, that will never happen again."
She felt a tear fall, but It could not, for there was no longer a reason to cry. So instead, she touched his cheek, and he nodded his head to her, kissing her once more upon her soft, supple lips. Her breath caught soft, again.
"Lady of the River, whom I met so long ago, will you marry me again?" And she touched him, looking confused, for a second, not sure what he meant. Her breath was softer now, in her chest, and she just looked sweet into his eyes, so very long intot hose loving eyes. She watched him, not sure what to say, nor the feelings that were through her. The touch felt more intense.
"I will marry you, no matter how many times you wish me to." Came the whisper, as she kissed him again. No sadness was in her heat, in the beauty of the dream. No sadness came through her, as they held one another close, sweet, gentle. Their hands touched, and she looked into his eyes, as light began to shine about her. "I will always say yes."
And he nodded to her, as his hand lifted her cheek, and kissed her once more.
"Lets go home." He whispered, and she looked out to the ocean.
"This isn't a dream, is it?" She whispered. He shook his head gently to her, and she dipped her head, as though saddened. But she could no longer be sad, as she looked to the roses in her hand. And she held them to her chest.
"No. You will never have to dream, or sleep alone again." She held him closely, and she fell into his arms, as the world began to drift away...
And he never went away, ever, again.