Wedding anniversary

Wedding anniversary

For both it was a special day - Pia had long been looking forward to, and Prashay was finally able to remember this day.

They had made small gifts for each-other and wanted all the time on this Saturday in the cold November just for themselves. Even the breakfast retreated to the length, and somehow it was a bit like before, before the children. They were this weekend with the grandparents, that was her "gift" for the 16th wedding anniversary. 

No room should be today for everyday life, and so both enjoyed the peace that emerged from the silence. Prashay renounced reading newspaper, and Pia refrained from immediately clearing the breakfast table and being absorb in the household busyness.

The sun was shining into the room. A gorgeous autumn day was underway. Together they cleaned the breakfast table and kitchen, went for shopping, made a walk in the nearby forest, and came home for a relaxing afternoon.

Up close they seemed to be back at the cup of coffee on the couch - with candles that illuminated the already early onset of dusk visiting the old memory lanes. Their chance meeting in college, blooming of love and finally committing to each-other forever.

Prashay went to the bathroom and left the hot water on, and to Pia's puzzled look, he replied: "This is your night, now is the time for my gift."

When Pia stretched out in foamy bath water, he entered the bathroom with mysterious look and a stool on which he placed a glass of red wine and a small sundae. A soft kiss before going out - and then she heard astonished clatter of pots and dishes from the kitchen. 

"I hope the kitchen would remain safe to enter," she chuckled to herself, but she was too relaxed to take care of it today. 

As the lukewarm water washed over her body, he suddenly stood in front of her, and unfolded a white bath towel in his hands. It was new for her, to let him dry her, and somehow she wanted to be more than just dried - but somehow not. But she got a little more, after drying, Prashay rub her with moisturising lotion and gently massaged her body. On every inch of her skin, she felt the heat, which passed through his hands to her body. Then he put the robe around her shoulders and led her to the couch, where the dinner with candlelights, romantic music and a second glass of Red wine waited for her.

"Lets go to a Ballroom today. I want to dance with you," he said, almost casually. It had been years since she asked him last time to go to a Ballroom and he once again - as always - refused.

The food was great, he had gone to great lengths to prepare her favourite pasta. And indeed, he made her sit, when he cleaned the table and began to wash in the kitchen. Nevertheless, he seemed relieved when she joined him.

Then the house was buzzing with activity. Prashay sang in the shower, when Pia sat in front of the vanity mirror. And when he in his grey suit, white shirt and tie, freshly shaved and with a touch of Davidoff Blue Water on the skin, stood in front of her she was surprised and rejoiced to discover him again so young and alive.

She wore the red dress and left her long black hairs open. His proud smile told her that he liked what he saw - though he did not say it. Nevertheless, she discovered some new pages to him when he called a taxi, opened the door and gallantly offered his hand when boarding. 

When they arrived at the Ballroom, Prashay held her hand and took her to the reserved table. Pia was happy to see  all the young men and women dancing arms in arms, reminiscing their young love.

The first dance was beautiful, almost sensual. Quite consciously, they felt, smelled and spoke, arms in arms. The conversation, in which he was more and more charming. Seduced, she bathed in his eye sight and pressed herself closer to him so that she would not miss a single word of his.

Between the dances were spoken saved Fantasies about which they always laughed. Yes, there were new ideas too. Thoughts, which promised more love than desire and provoked more and more. 

When he went to the bar to get her a glass of wine she hugged him from behind, gently kissed on his shoulder - like the fantasy they shared.

"Let's drive home," Pia winked with a smile on her face.