Tuesday, February 07, 2017

Planted Seedling: Day 6

Word Count: 36,025

Summary of Events:
Lark fell asleep using Brandt's stomach as her pillow until Brandt heard Nick sneaking up and fended him off; Brandon then talked with him before he took Lark home and was watched like a hawk by Lark's sister. Lark was woken up by her dad the next morning and asked about Brandt, whom she felt terrible for neglecting to tell him about. Brandt decided to go to church to spend more time with Lark and sat through a rather uncomfortable service before being invited to lunch at her grandparents' where they ended up arriving before everyone else, so Lark went to the swings and Brandt pushed her . . .

Excerpt of the Day:
"Once she'd come to a full stop she slowly got to her feet and shook off his kerchief before giving it to him. Brandt took it with one hand while sliding the other around her back and bringing her close to him.
Her hands almost reflexively came up against his chest and she looked uncomfortable.
Brandt put his other hand on her shoulders and bent down to touch her nose with his. Lark still looked rather uncomfortable.
"I don't want you to kiss me," she said.
"Why not?" Brandt asked, pulling back, feeling immensely hurt.
"Not on the lips," Lark said. "I'm not ready for that yet."
"But I could kiss you on the forehead or something?" Brandt asked.
"Yes," Lark replied, nodding quickly.
Brandt bent down and touched his nose to hers again, trying to decide where he wanted to kiss her. Finally he decided and slid his nose off hers and across her cheek, closing his eyes and sliding his cheek along hers before laying his lips softly on the corner of her jaw.
First he gave her a brief kiss, then snatched at her jaw and took a light, but longer, hold again while moving his hands until they both were softly wrapped around her neck.
At the sound of tires on gravel Brandt startled violently and let go of her to look self-consciously over his shoulder at a vehicle pulling into the garage. He looked back at Lark, whose cheeks were bright red.
She gazed at him, then looked over her shoulder and put her hand up to where he'd kissed quickly before slowly stroking her fingers over it.
Brandt wanted to say something, but he didn't know what; he could hardly hear anything other than his heart pounding in his hears. His body was excited and wanted to go find some place to hide and kiss her for hours, but he knew she already felt uncomfortable with what had transpired in the last five minutes.
He looked over his shoulder and saw Reverend Joseph looking at them.
"We should go inside," Brandt said.
Lark merely nodded.
Brandt went over and took up her shoes from by the swings before going back and guiding her toward the house with a gentle hand against her back. She walked slowly, as if she weren't really there, but were somewhere else, in a daze.
As they got to the driveway she pulled away from him and picked her way daintily across the stones, looking something like a fairy without wings, or some sort of otherworldly creature.
He opened the screen door for her and set her shoes down toward the closet beside the door while she daintily stepped up the short flight of stairs into the kitchen filled with the delectable smell of roast chicken."

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