The trees are so beautiful this time of year, I thought to myself as I looked around at the red and gold autumn leaves. Slowly, I let my eyes drift around the little meadow, purposely keeping my eyes away from the little brunette sitting on the picnic table. With my little reverie interrupted, my mind flitted back to the reason I was sitting in the meadow with her.
As if on cue, I heard her husky, deep voice calling my name. "Brenna," she murmured, calling my attention to her. "Come here, darling."
I shivered, my eyes darting over to her, then back to the leaves. How many times had I heard that exact phrase, when she was telling me to come cry on her shoulder, or come to listen to her as she read a quote or some such thing to me?
"Brenna," she called again, though her voice had a bit more steel laced into it. "Come here, love," she all but crooned, knowing I would.
Without me thinking about doing it, I turned towards her, biting my lip as I did so. She gestured at me to come closer, and I could see the impatience in her blue eyes as she waited. As I shuffled towards her, I focused my attention on her eyes, noting the difference between the clear blue of her eyes during the summer, and the more opaque blue of the darker season. Without noticing it, I had come to stand in front of where she was perched on the picnic table, feeling like my nerves were on fire.
"Brenna. Chill out, sweetheart," she murmured, her light southern accent lacing into the word. She reached out for my hand, and gently ran her fingers over the back of my hand, making me shiver. "Now, tell me what you wanted to talk to me about," she requested, her head tilted to the side.
I took a deep breath, and simply looked at the small brunette before me, shaking my head slightly in a denial gesture. It was futile, of course, as I couldn't deny her anything. Instead of opening my mouth to talk, though, I simply leaned forward and pressed my lips to hers, my heart starting to beat faster than it already had been. I let our lips stay together for a few long seconds before I pulled back, searching her eyes, which seemed to only have turned to a darker blue as her pupils dilated.
I stepped away, and bit my lip waiting for her reaction. She merely smiled, and shook her head a little. "So, based on my minimal knowledge from cheesy romance novels, you like me, and you're a lesbian..?" she asked, an unforeseen note of confusion in her voice.
I sighed and simply nodded, holding my breath as I watched her. She smiled, and moved forward, our lips a mere inch apart.
"Well, me too," she murmured, pressing her lips harder to mine, shoving her tongue into my mouth hotly as I gasped. She kissed me for a few moments before pulling back, and hugging me tight. Though we had hardly talked at all, it seemed as if we had spoken volumes. I pulled back a little, and looked at her, my eyes catching hers as I let out a happy sigh, thinking, Her eyes are so beautiful this time of year.