Snapshot 122
Faintly, gently, he ran his fingers down her arm.
He didn't want to wake her, but he just had to touch her. She was on her side, with her back to him and in the candlelight, he could see the fine hairs on her skin, reminding him she was human - a fact he could scarcely believe. Especially not after the past few hours. There was just something about those eyes; all that hogwash about looking into souls seemed quite matter-of-fact now.
It had been raining. The water had seeped through the old walls; the damp musty smell mixed with the fragrance of her sweat. Intoxicating, surreal. He moved closer under the sheets, till he felt the illogical but irresistible stickiness of skin on skin. The candles were burning out, but they had served well. Interesting thing, candlelight - enough light to encapsulate and celebrate her beauty, enough darkness to cover his flaws.
She stirred, but did not wake. He moved closer, slid his arm under hers, buried his face in her hair and inhaled deeply. Felt his arm rise and fall with her gentle breathing. Unlike her short, rapid gasps just a short while ago. He remembered the look in her eyes, those eyes again - communicating agony and ecstasy at the same time, urging him on. Eyes closing as she travelled through new sensory spaces, body moving of its own volition - her body asked, his replied.
He felt the urge to be absorbed into her, somehow.
She stirred again and he reluctantly pulled his face out of her hair. He propped himself up on an elbow so he could look at her. Smiled to himself as he realised he was being such a cliche. God, she is so beautiful, he thought. He bent slightly and kissed her on the cheek. She opened her eyes, and turned sleepily. Looked up at him, smiled, tilted her face upwards and kissed him.
"Hi..."
^
He didn't want to wake her, but he just had to touch her. She was on her side, with her back to him and in the candlelight, he could see the fine hairs on her skin, reminding him she was human - a fact he could scarcely believe. Especially not after the past few hours. There was just something about those eyes; all that hogwash about looking into souls seemed quite matter-of-fact now.
It had been raining. The water had seeped through the old walls; the damp musty smell mixed with the fragrance of her sweat. Intoxicating, surreal. He moved closer under the sheets, till he felt the illogical but irresistible stickiness of skin on skin. The candles were burning out, but they had served well. Interesting thing, candlelight - enough light to encapsulate and celebrate her beauty, enough darkness to cover his flaws.
She stirred, but did not wake. He moved closer, slid his arm under hers, buried his face in her hair and inhaled deeply. Felt his arm rise and fall with her gentle breathing. Unlike her short, rapid gasps just a short while ago. He remembered the look in her eyes, those eyes again - communicating agony and ecstasy at the same time, urging him on. Eyes closing as she travelled through new sensory spaces, body moving of its own volition - her body asked, his replied.
He felt the urge to be absorbed into her, somehow.
She stirred again and he reluctantly pulled his face out of her hair. He propped himself up on an elbow so he could look at her. Smiled to himself as he realised he was being such a cliche. God, she is so beautiful, he thought. He bent slightly and kissed her on the cheek. She opened her eyes, and turned sleepily. Looked up at him, smiled, tilted her face upwards and kissed him.
"Hi..."
^
spouted by Non-Sensei at 1/16/2009 05:28:00 PM
3 Comments:
ass. i was going to write something like this.
:)
but i think there's more than meets the eye here. and mine haven't met it yet :). heehee.
Good stuff! :)
@TDT : hmm, now where have I heard that before... :)
@AC : :)
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