“If you had three wishes, what would they be for?” he asked as he stroked his fingers up her bare arm. They were lying out beneath the stars, waiting for the meteor shower she had promised him. Lying on the blankets in the bed of his truck, snuggled together after amusing themselves with taste, touch and passion of skin. Keeping the chill off their bodies by becoming one. Bodies that were now slightly chilled from sweat and mountain air.
He pulled the blanket up over her back and pulled her closer. “Three wishes,” he breathed in her ear, “what would they be?”
She shivered as his breath washed over her and tightened her hand around his waist.
“Mmm. Well, my first one would be for you to take me again,” she giggled.
“Be serious,” he admonished and tapped her arm in a mock slap.
“I am being serious,” she said provocatively. “I could use you again.”
“Okay, I’ll file that away for later. But really, what would you wish for?” He said seriously.
She thought for a bit, staring up at the velvety midnight blue sky. At the diamonds twinkling and she thought hard.
“I’d like to never have to clean the house again,” she finally said.
“We could hire a maid.”
She laughed. “Don’t be silly. I really don’t mind it that much, but it would be a nice thing.”
“Okay, number two.”
“I’d like to go to Paris.”
“Is that it?” He asked in surprise. He thought she might wish for something outlandish, but Paris was reasonable. Something he could save up and give her in the future, possibly the near future if he was willing to forgo getting a new truck.
“Okay, and the last?” he urged.
“That was the last one. Sex, maid, and Paris. Yeah, that’ll do.” She sucked in a breath as he skated his fingers up her ribs that then sent her into peals of laughter when he tickled.
“Confound it woman, you are incorrigible.”
“Stop. Stop!” She laughed and punched him in the arm. He stopped and pulled her close again and she let out a sigh. “Okay, your turn. What would you want if you had three wishes.”
“Well, while sex might be nice, since I know I can get that, I think I’ll try for something a little more crazy.” It was his turn to laugh when she smacked him.
“So, first off, not having to work another day in my life, but having plenty of money to make you happy.”
“You do make me happy. Every day,” she murmured.
“I know, but it would be nice if I didn’t have to spend all the time working and could just be with you. Two, I’d like to go to one of the Superbowls.” She rolled her eyes at this, but he ignored her.
“And three?” she prompted. He was much faster at this than her answers, spitting them out like he had thought about them a lot.
“Three. Three is more tricky. I’d wish I could own this lake and the mountains surrounding it. It’s been our spot forever, but I’d like to build a cabin or house here so that we could sit out and make love under the stars whenever we wanted without having to drive an hour to get here.”
She was silent, slightly surprised. She hadn’t known he loved this place as much as he did, considering it was she who had first brought him to this spot years ago right after they’d met. She’d never told him why this place was so special, nor that technically the land was hers, or would be eventually. It hadn’t really mattered because they came here as often as they could in the summer.
“What would you say if I told you that at some point I could grant you the last wish?” she asked, leveling herself up to look down at his face, shadowed in the starlight.
“I’d say you were crazy and how much money did you plan to throw at Uncle Sam?”
“The government doesn’t own this land. My uncle owns it.”
“You don’t say? No wonder we always come here. Why didn’t you tell me it was in the family?”
“Never saw the need to since we came here all the time. But not only is it in the family, but since I am the only relative of Uncle James, other than Dad, he uh, has me as the heir. When he dies, I get this land.”
He stared up at her. Emotions flashed across his face; hope, longing, adoration. A mixture of thoughts and dreams bundled up in the surprise. Clearly she was more able to give him something that meant a lot to the both of them.
“Well, darling,” he said huskily, then flipped her onto her back. “While I might not be able to grant you every wish of yours, and you have certainly thrown a shock to me with your little wish granting, the least I can do is give you your number one wish.”
He kissed her. Then again. Then some more, and as they began to move, the heavens rained down stars. Stars that flashed and granted wishes to all those who had wished.
Wow. How this all came out like this, I’ll never know. Sorry it’s a little long. I just started writing and could not stop. I am like that sometimes. I was picturing the Perseids meteor shower in August of every year. One of my favorite meteor showers. And I imagine making love under the stars would be, well. Eh em, moving on. Lets just say that it sounds delightful. This was probably not the prompt Daily Prompt: Lucky Star meant, but this is what you get. I love it and the image is so vivid in my mind.