Mangos and Lilacs

There's a full moon out tonight. You realize this in your kitchen, your girlfriend's arm around your waist as you crack open two bottles of cream soda. The weather vane on the shed outside is as still as the night around it.

"Mika," you start, glancing down at her tan face. Beautiful amber eyes look up at you, and you grin. God above, you're one lucky bastard. "Have I told you how much I love you lately?" you finish, and she smiles, all pearly teeth and pineapple-flavored lipgloss. "Only every day, you big softy." she laughs, and you lean down slightly to kiss between those gorgeous eyes. She looks amazing in that worn, leather jacket of hers. Smells like mangoes and stardust.

You look up at the full moon now, and you don't have to see her to know Mika's looking with you. "Beautiful." You glance down at her with a soft noise of prompting. She's got her face buried in your thin cobalt shirt now, a diamond sword from Minecraft printed on the front under the words 'Mogar is READY!'

"The moon?" you ask, and are answered with a tiny shake of the head. "You." Fuck, she is /cheesy/. You laugh as you tell her so, and she smiles, kissing you again. You are one lucky fuck.