His lips seem to have a purpose; they trail kisses down her neck nipping slightly at her collarbone. He pins her arms up with one hand, the other running softly up and down her body, making her bite back a moan.
"Sing for me Princess." He is so gentle, so caring, and the only thing she could ever want. He nuzzles her neck, releasing her hands but she lets them roam up and down his chest, savoring the touch, the feel of him.
"Sing for me…" He whispers against her ear, traces soft patterns against her back, making him lean into the softness of his touch.
Never let me go, never let me go.
Never let me go, never let me go.
And the arms of the ocean are carrying me,
And all this devotion was rushing out of me,
And the crashes are heaven, for a sinner like me,
The arms of the ocean deliver me.
There is no sweeter sound than her voice, in this moment as she hold cradles his face in he lap, gently brushing over each of his features with the tip of her fingers. He leans up to kiss her, but the fleeting of feeling of happiness is like a butterfly, there one minute and gone the next.
The tears streaming down her face come fast and furious, and she clutches onto Duncan's body, surrendering herself to the feel of his warmth.
"Don't cry Princess. I'm not going anyway."
Her eyes open then, the dull arch in her heart makes her sit up and pull a shirt over her head. Her eyes are closed shut, willing the tears to stay behind the walls of her eyes.
She cannot cry. Not now, not ever.
If she listens hard enough, she can hear the laughter of Duncan.
If she closes her eyes, she can imagine him kissing her.
And if she really wants the salted wound driven deeper in her chest, she can imagine him making love to her with a tenderness that was once reversed for her.
And it's over,
And I'm goin' under,
But I'm not givin' up!
I'm just givin' in.
Oh, slipping underneath.
Oh, so cold, but so sweet
