Butterfly Sensation

here's a story i wrote quite awhile ago but i have managed to lose it via the internet but i had it written down on paper so i'm typing it up here again for all to enjoy, so do just that enjoy! :)

She felt the wet grass between her toes. The smell of rain lingered in the air, in the leaves, and in her hair. She felt the silk of her dress between her fingers, and he nudged her hand, and it coursed through her.

                                               *Months beforehand*

He'd proposed in the first light of day, because he knew it was her favourite time, the freshest, the sweetest and newest. It was her birthday and he'd followed their tradition, breakfast in bed with a little cupcake, candles and a small present. She'd even eaten breakfast, and because of the length of time shared between the two, she felt his tension in her body, as if it was her own. She began having suspicious thoughts about the contents of the intricately carved wooden box. Such a small present, she couldn't help the cloud of dissappointment forming in her heart. But when she held the box in her hands every energy was washed away by the meaning ringing through her. She felt emotions pulsing in her veins like thunder and lighting and she knew instantly. She looked up, afraid. He saw that she knew. The emotions surged through her veins, and the meaning passing between their eyes glowed. She could barely let it sink in. She'd known him nearly 2 years, and every minute had been paradise. Every tear shed, every smile worn, every memory sheltered and cherished, every emotional bruise born with ease. She could never stay angry at him, not even after he crossed the deepest borders in her being, that of truth.

Anyhow, it was time to celebrate. She decided to leave the box unopened until the time came. They hatched plans, weaved social understanding amongst their friends, and the time was arriving quicker than expected. Every day she woke up by his side was another day closer. Every day took her breath away, and she felt the energy building in her veins as the time drew closer. It was as if the feminine form inside her was flowering, when all her life it had been a closed bud. It was as if the smell permeating her being bewitched him, and he could never get enough. The need for the purest of water inside his heart great to be her heaviest of daily needs, and the need for sunshine in happiness and freedom, was of utmost importance. The energy increased in her blood as the time grew closer.

Their social circle talked and talked, and yet somehow managed to keep the entire occasion "underground" as one may may call it. The plans were all arranged, quite simply. The guests chosen, the food organised, the music, the bridesmaids and best man. All was set except for one thing, the dress. She had never been extravagant with money, even on special occasions loving to hunt for bargains, and feeling that special burst of pride when bringing one home. And yet this occasion seemed to call for something special, if not money, some higher level of meaning. She realized she was the one who was to make the dress. That would be the biggest bargain of all. So she set about searching for the right cloth, the right buttons, the right advisor, and began creating her dreams.
Her creation grew as time passed, as did the energy inside her. the silken cloth was cream at first sight, but under sunshine shimmered a million different shades. She sewed a row of petite mother of pearl buttons from the centre of the neckline to the belly button, one centimetre apart exactly. The sleeves flowed to the elbows, and the cut around the neck showed the small of her back like a ballet dancer's leotard. The cut of the skirt of the dress allowed her to send a circle of silk twirling with a single spin. The bodice was not too tight and yet seemed to adore her curves. This truly felt like a dream, and yet every time she pinched herself, the truth revealed itself. This was no dream.

The raindrops filtered dwon through the leaves, and the silence breathed space into the energy pulsing between them. It seemed to set the entire forest alight with a live energy, a truly ancient one. She had quarreled with her mother about the location, and the inherent risks. Her mother always saw the potential danger in anything, even a baby's bedtime bottle. However she was grateful for all the wisdom and experience her mother brought to her in all fields of life. They discussed plans thoroughly, and teased every single knot from the once mangled plait of organisational activity. There were to be no gifts for the occasion, no shoes worn, and consequently no glass. Even those with sight complications were requested to wear their contact lenses. My darling baby cousin was to carry the wooden box, and my grandfather was to oversee the occasion. No boring speeches allowed, and plenty of raucous dancing and laughter!

The thing that most disturbed my mother was that there was to be no religious or judiciary representatives present, and no prenuptial agreement. My decision to rely solely upon the simple but ancient power of words was not enough for her. She did not understand the immensity of energies passing between us.

The shivering of the leaves in the air, as the breeze breathed through the glade seemed to echo the strange feeling within me. That of paths of life being altered. We had arrived early, and the smell of my favourite drink apple cider drifted through my senses, and seemed to enhance my already emotionally drunk state. He sensed the change and pulled me close for a second before going to speak with the head waiter. The energy felt like it stretched a little as the distance grew, and yet the stretch only increased the pull between, like a coiled spring.

Tension between mother and I grew as we came across wrinkles that we could not agree upon as to how we would smooth them out. Father became involved and although his intensions were good, no peace came from it. As always it was my steady brother who calmed things considerably with such simplicity. He proposed that there be a limit of six standard drinks B.Y.O, and a record behind the bar so that no guests were served more than one drink per hour.

The hour had arrived when the guests came and I felt the sunshine emanating from us both as we received our circle of friends between us. The small gathering was quaint, and the tables and chairs were set out beautifully some distance away. The traditional folk music mixed in with some classical, lilted around the atmosphere, casting a certain shade of emotion amongst us. We received many flowers, and people insisted upon donations to our charity foundation. He received it with grace although I sensed his flame of pride at our wishes being disrespected. The presence of money was an insult to me personally, and yet we said nothing.

The food came and went, the cider smoothed our throats. The children played in the surrounding forest under the watchful eye of my eldest cousin. Eventually the time came for my youngest cousin to carry the wooden creation towards us as we stood in the centre of the glade. The surging, pulsing, thunderous energy between us was imperceptible to the cirlce of friends around us, and yet everyone understood the importance of the occasion. My grandfather stood at the inner edge of the circle and asked for our words. First we whispered them to each other, and the sounds snaked their way into my heart and shivered through my spirit. My baby cousin opened the box and the sunshine fell upon the silver within for a split second blinding everybody present momentarily. Then she held up the silver chains, identical in size and shape, and placed them in my hands. I gave the one with my symbol to him, and he fastened the one with his symbol around my left wrist securely. We then spoke our whispers aloud so that all could hear, and our twin flames of pride, love, honour and truth blazed from within. Never before had I felt the energy of all surrounding so strongly. The leaves and roots of the trees, the smell on the wind. My senses were at the highest point in my life, or so I thought. After the fourteen seconds of silence, the music swept in again and the frivolity was enjoyable for all.

Later that night I felt the water rush between my loins, and the tiny butterfly sensation of the heartbeat within. My bundle of energy was ready to brave the world. His timing was perfect.