A/N: I'm so sorry I haven't updated anything, or posted in a really long time everyone. Things in my life have been two cents shy of insane. I'm coming through it, albeit slow, but I am. Look for more to be posted by me soon! I've recently been playing with the next gen characters; and I'll have a few ideas I'm working on.
Now, for this: (NON BETA'D SO I APOLOGIZE FOR ANY MISTAKES) My own obsession here: Bella and Rab. Just a simple drabble on their relationship-of course how I see it in my head. Came to me whilst at work today. I've left the last line open to interpretation, though. So, drop a line and tell me how you feel.
Title is from the Goo Goo Dolls Dizzy Up the Girl CD. Song is Black Balloon.
Exactly 215 words. Pretty decent drabble size if I say so myself. ;)
Remember, Reviews are love.
(Please, don't favourite and not review; it drives me insane. Even if you say it was nice, idc, just say something worth reading. Please. Also, it's a drabble, people. There will not be any updates so an update request won't go far. Sorry.)
Xoxo,
Riss.
|:|Baby's Black Balloon Makes Her Fly|:|
She stands in the doorway; clad only in her dress slip and black stockings. Her hair hangs in wild tendrils, framing her cherub like face perfectly.
He marvels at the sight of her; wishing that she'd be his for more than one night. She's all he ever yearned for and everything he could never have. She belongs to another: his brother.
So he savors moments like these, making each second count as he approaches her, taking her hands in his.
Her eyes shine like black diamonds as he slowly begins to place soft, tender kisses from her finger tips; to her collar bone; to the bridge of her nose; and finally, her lips.
"Do you love him?" He asks, abruptly breaking away from her long enough to find his voice.
She studies his expression and then reaches out to touch his face: tracing the lines of age and worry. A delicate finger runs across his lip; she's trembling. Not from fear; she fears nothing—but from uncertainty.
"I care for him." She states; the tone of her voice leaving no room for questioning.
He doesn't probe; for he's afraid of her answer. Instead, he takes her in his arms, their matching dark marks glisten against their porcelain skin. He breathes her in.
"I love you..."