Familiar Strangers (Closed)

[Original_Cyn2]

What creates that timeless moment of serendipity, when two paths cross and familiar strangers recognize in one another limitless potential? A rapport so strong it defies logic. Where together you eclipse, on a grand scale, the sum of your individuality. A paradigm of nurture, strength and communication so solid it builds dreams and conquers shadows.

This is a story of recollected moments, from the silly to the surreal, defining a mutual journey of physical, mental and spiritual growth, recognition and revelry. The primal bacchanalia of two souls uniting.

There really is no place like home...

 

[Original_Cyn2]

Sweet Serendipity, Sugar to Your Spice

A wistful smile flirts over the full swell of her lips. From the deeper haunts of imagination, memory taunts, bittersweet, from the shadows. There is no mistaking this reaction, this attraction, to the familiar stranger leaning casually toward her. It's obvious in a dozen little details and she watches in fascination his recognition of each of them. His recognition and the revelry he takes with each physical tell tale.

Only a minute ago he'd been a just another passer by, the quick determination of his stride heralding pressing business. She'd paused to admire the long legged, hippy masculinity, the sheer power of that stride, then glanced up to take in the rest and then...what?

He'd met her glance with an almost clinical perusal that had ruffled her feathers. Beautiful eyes...stunning really, all dark and moody. Laugh lines radiated below them giving interesting contrast to the dark and moody. Then, even as her ego took the hit, those eyes came back for a second look, narrowing in concentration, his pace slowing, nearly on top of her at this point.

A small child, scrambling to follow an older sibling, darts from a chair at the next table and into his path, disrupting that long, flowing stride. A large hand reaches out protectively, scooping up the little guy while the other steadies itself against the back of her chair, fingers brushing one shoulder.

Reaction; immediate and unmistakable flows between them. Raw with power, ragged with sensuality, exquisite in intensity it clears her bemused senses enough to recognize the familiarity of the stranger before her. It was in the determination of his walk, the subtle arrogance in the lift of his head, the aloofness of his demeanor, his complete awareness of his environment...a hundred tiny details declaring a man who rules his world. Not unique by any means, but not common either; intrigue stirs her imagination.

Handing the child back to it's parent he turns back to her almost brusquely, the force of his concentration physical. A portrait in silence and stillness, he evaluates her, demanding her attention like the force of nature he is. She can feel the mental checklist ticking off behind that gaze, assessing her body language, searching for the elusive common denominator.

Patience is a learned trait for her, not a natural attribute. Something she'd struggled with ferociously before discovering how to bend, accept and reap the rewards. Now, patience is second nature. She mimics his stillness, offers her attention and proffers a gentle smile.

A smile that he matches with appreciation, acknowledging the silent understanding that completes the connection between them. Without a single word spoken a door has opened. Familiar, it breathes of home.