"PULLING YOU IN FOR A KISS WITH A SCARF" jasiper yooo
A/N: Happy September! Title credits to Vance Joy.
WINDS OF CHANGE
Jason knew he found the one a long time ago.
Yet seeing Piper today just affirms the promise that he made to himself five years ago to keep her in his life and never, ever let her go. He knows his girlfriend is brilliant and spontaneous and vivid, yet in this moment it’s her pure beauty that strikes him. He thinks that no photograph could ever capture the perfect curve of her nose, the set of her shoulders, the flush of her cheeks, the easy way her hair falls around her face—it stirs something inside him, something deep and protective and vulnerable that only stirs for her.
She’s sitting cross-legged on the bench outside their apartment, reading while she waits for him to come home from work. The leaves have just begun to turn and fall and there’s something about the color of her skin and the greenness of her eyes under the soft red glow of the leaves that makes her seem like she’s meant to be there—like she’s the essence of nature itself. And maybe he’s just imagining it but he smells pine and cinnamon and he thinks if he breathes too hard or too loud it might just all disappear up in smoke.
He approaches quietly, the leaves crackling under his feet like notes in a symphony. Piper stands up to greet him, the crunching of her boots joining his in complementary song. He pulls her in by her scarf for a kiss, unable to resist being close to her, letting his hand graze along her cheek and feeling her eyes bright and alive looking at him and loving him with her whole heart.
In that moment he’s acutely aware of the little box in his pocket and how he had been waiting for months for the right moment, not just any moment but the moment. He hadn’t wanted to rush it, hadn’t wanted to make any sort of abrupt change in their lives. But in this moment it feels as though it’s meant to be.
He looks around him at nature’s spectacular display of color—the last bow before winter. And as he bends down on one knee and Piper’s cheeks blush redder than the leaves on the trees, he knows that often times change is beautiful.