The House with the Gerbera Daisies pt. 1_(3)

The fog had rolled in thick earlier that morning but cleared out into a pleasant afternoon on the central west coast, with a low sun spreading a soft array of dim yellow stars falling faintly like snowflakes, shattering through the forestry surrounding the house. The car pulled up to the gate, and Freddie removed his hand from between Natalie’s thighs, where it had rested teasingly the whole journey there, a faint pressure on her crotch which had made her squirm and quicken her heart rate to a rapid pitter-patter. She gasped lightly beneath her breath as he squeezed tighter momentarily whilst they rolled to a stop, then got out of the car and walked round to open her door. She smiled knowingly at him, lovingly, getting up to kiss him gently on his jawline and tell him she loved him. She needn’t have, he knew of course, and so she didn’t, she merely gave him his kiss and set her loving gaze deep into his eyes as the car drove away, becoming fainter in the distance until there was nothing but these two young lovers basked in the gentle storm of the sun falling through the trees.
“Come on then, beautiful”, Freddie led her by the hand and through the gate of their weekend home. The front yard was curved, with a small patch of deep green grass outside the downstairs bedroom window and some gerbera daisies planted neatly where the driveway met the dirt. Trees lined the white fences that surrounded the roadside boarder, and a private golf course led up to the back decking, covered on both sides by forest. They walked around to the side door of the house, where wooden furniture surrounded a small fire pit. A hot tub gurned and moaned against the fluttering of birds in the branches above. He turned the handle to open the door, and she grabbed his shoulder and turned him. “Hey,” she said sweetly, “well! Kiss me!” she complained playfully; he hadn’t noticed he’d spent too long just taking in her radiant beauty. She was half Chinese half Filipino, Hapa as she called it, Filipino on her mother’s side, and draped in all her mother’s stunning beauty, all its elegance and grandeur; a mane of thick dark hair flowed heavily around huge deep brown eyes, and a sharp jaw framed her plump lips and baby cheeks, spread at that moment into a loving grin with one small dimple on her left cheek. She had done her makeup especially sexy, making her captivating eyes dark and mysterious and her lips plump, irresistible to kiss and play with.
He snickered and smiled with his kind eyes, adoring her as always, and stepped up to take her in his arms. Giggling excitedly as his arm swept around her waist and pulled her body against his solid frame, she cradled his face in her hand and let her eyes melt into his, then her lips, a kiss that was firm and full and seemed to whisper a scream, a cry, a relentlessly soft yet defiantly affirmative declaration that within the gentle touch and strong hold of one another’s embrace was where these souls belonged.
“I love you” she said. He smiled. They didn’t need a million other ways to say it. They had them, and they said them too, but they didn’t need them.
“I love you too, sweetheart.”

The house was cold and quiet as they stepped inside, as if no one had used it for months. On most days it would rest in its place like an aged sleeping dog on the sidewalk, and others who lived nearby would walk past it and almost feel its emptiness, admire it nonetheless, and carry on their lives with no other passing thought. It was only whenever the two young lovers returned at the weekend that this house would come alive, as if their very presence bought it a sense of meaning, made it a home which breathed and loved them as they did each other. As Freddie switched on the lights and dimmed them some, the house seemed to greet them like that old dog might, lifting its head and raising its dull, soft yellow eyes. Natalie stood back a minute and took in his figure as he walked away from her towards the bedroom. His broad shoulders swayed gracefully when he walked, and his slim waist twisted with a slightly feminine affectation, hinting at a natural athleticism which Natalie loved about him, about the way it made him move. He turned, noticing her not following him, and looked back at her petite silhouette cast in the shadow of the light still falling softly from the low sun in the high rising windows. She stood with her hips slanted as her foot stepped away from her body, and she smiled at him, the way he looked at her with that candour in his creased eyes, his head cocked to the side slightly and a playfully puzzled smirk on his soft lips. His chest swelled as he breathed in deep and asked “Coming?” She giggled and ran to him, with a candid and artless excitement, leaping slightly into his body and tickling him, giggling more wildly now. He laughed back and wrapped his hands again around her slight waist and slender back, pulled her close so she could only hug him in return, squeezing with all her strength and feeling the motion of his hips as he walked them both through to the bedroom.
He kissed her passionately and pulled her small, slender body against him as he closed the door behind him. She groaned in excitement and pleasure as she felt his hands run over her body, grabbing her hips and ass, squeezing her plump round cheek. She let her hands roam over his abs and chest, feeling the curves of his hot body as he began to kiss her neck and ears.
“ooh fuck baby, that feels good” she groaned under her breath as he sucked on her neck and squeezed her ass with both hands, pulling her into him harder. She returned the favour, pulling his head back and running her tongue up his neck and into his ears, making him shudder and moan.