Part One

Part One.

CHANCE rested his head in FAITH's lap and looked up at her as she sat transfixed by the drama playing out on television. Flickering colors illuminated her face and lit up her dark blue eyes like fireworks reflected on a calm lake.

He opened his mouth to speak but was shushed as Faith listened carefully to find out which contestant was going to get kicked off the island. Chance reached under the couch with one hand and pulled out a small Tiffany's jewelry box. He hid it in his palm careful not to be seen.

Chance waited patiently as the television show ended and Faith succumbed to the disappointment of the show's resolution. He looked at her from below and she looked at him from above. Their eyes and faces apart but together.

"Do you still want to go out tonight my dear?" asked Faith. Her long black hair falling over her face like spilled ink falling over an edge of a table. "I'm tired, but we can go somewhere just for a little bit if you still want."

"No. I think we should stay in. I'm very comfortable here on your lap. I never want to leave." replied Chance, brushing Faith's hair behind her ear. A tiny electric spark shot out from his class ring and onto her earring. She did not notice. Chance saw this as an obvious sign to make the move.

He reached up and grabbed the back of her neck like a hungry Gorilla pawing a banana tree. He pulled her close to his face and kissed her lips deep and full. They were warm and fit together effortlessly. For both it was the feeling like snuggling under freshly washed and dried sheets after standing naked in the cold. Like the first time touching a cashmere sweater and rubbing it close to your cheek.

Faith pulled back and let out a hot breath into Chance's mouth. He breathed her in deeply as her sweet spent air filled up his lungs.

Chance ran his hands up under her shirt and across her breasts like a magnificent fleet of ships sailing over the Adriatic. His fingers read the braille in the goosebumps of her body. They told a magnificent story of voyagers lost in a starless sky that had just discovered the sun.

Faith pulled her blouse over her head. Long arms and long body. White on white. Skin on skin. Chance kissed her along her slender frame. A warm breeze mixed with the sharpness of night filled the room. Chance covered her with his massive frame. Her fingers digging into his back. He weighed heavy on her and she just couldn't get enough. Rapture clawed at the curtains. The rain was relentless and flooded the valley sweeping away all the trees and animals in its path.

It was finally happening, thought Faith. Euphoria washed over her like a bath in fresh rainwater. Why had he waited so long to kiss her she thought to herself. They had been friendly for years and Chance had always been a perfect gentleman. Whereas other men she dated would move quickly at any sign of attraction. Chance was always patient. This frustrated Faith to no end. Sometimes after a wonderful night out with Chance with no more than a peck on the cheek that would send shivers down to her toes, he would leave her, and she would call one of the many men she had on reserve to fulfill her longing desires. She wanted Chance, but during her loneliest nights, of which there were many, she was willing to settle for luck.

Their eyes locked into each other once again. His the green of the earth, hers the blue of the sea. And around them the blackness of space. Time was slow motion and silence was the sound of nothingness. Their bodies together as a perfect mathematical formula. Chemistry and Geology. Science and Nature working together in all its magical purity. After a seven hours of sweat drenched nirvana, Chance finally climaxed like Atlantic waves breaking in a silent film. She squeezed him tight. He squeezed back. Heat escaping his body. He leaned close to her ear and kissed it gently. Then kissed it gentler. Then light as air.

"I love you Chance" She whispered.

"Yes" He replied.

And it was then Chance revealed the jewelry box hidden in his palm. A delicate felt covered navy blue box with the Tiffany logo embroidered in silver.

"What is this?" Said Faith with one hand covering her mouth as her pupils began to dilate.

She sat up from the couch startled. Backlit by the moon. Skin moist and glowing from the rapture of their love.

"Open it"

Chance extended his palm, the blue box like a majestic castle with the lines of his hand as valleys and hills right out of her dreams.

This indeed was like a dream. Faith had imagined a moment like this a million times in her head since she was a child. Reading the fairy tales, watching the fairy tale cartoons, and the fairy tale films. But this wasn't a dream. This was real. Faith reached over and slowly opened the box...

To be continued...