Give Me You
As usual I own nothing and no-one. The song used is from Meredith Brooks "Blurring The Edges" and is called "What Would Happen" (Some of the lyrics are perhaps approximations - I'm not sure what the words really are. I did my best - there are no lyrics printed on her CD sleeve) I wrote the fic for the song - because I could imagine a situation it would fit so easily. I loved the song instantly.
"Someone's enjoying this almost as much as me,"
Abby raised her head from her hands and turned to locate the owner of the voice who'd startled her out of her reverie.
"You didn't have to come, I didn't twist your arm,"
He continued, moving closer to her across the balcony. Behind them, the warm sounds of laughter and light, dancing music emanated from the ballroom.
"Yeah, what else would have I been doing? Probably eating junk food and watching trashy televison..why does that now sound so appealing?"
She finished sarcastically, feeling a fist make light contact with her upper arm.
"I know what you mean though,"
He said, resting his glass on the railing and staring out over the city lights. She smiled.
"Oh, come on, you can't dislike your family that much,"
It was a joke, but she knew deep down he did feel a strong sense of detachment from his family. He wasn't "like them" wasn't who they wanted him to be.
"I'm duty bound to be here,"
"Well, then, I'll just be duty bound to support you,"
Abby answered, without thinking, and fiddled carelessly with a stray strand of hair that had fallen over her face.
"Thank you,"
He said perfectly solemnly. She nodded in acceptance and understanding.
"How'd you manage to slip away then?"
"With difficulty...I made a break for it when Grandma went to the buffet,"
"Who was that girl who was taking an unhealthy interest in you? I could hear her across the room,"
She heard him sigh heavily, wearily almost.
"Oh God...she came across as badly as I thought? She's awful...spoilt little rich kid...you know the type,"
"Yeah, I think I do,"
She turned to look at him and smiled sarkily. He drew his eyebrows together in mock disapproval.
"She's worse than me. I'm not spoilt,"
He hated the stigma he suffered for coming from a wealthy family. He knew, quite correctly, that it didn't make him that different from any other person. He couldn't cast off the shackles of his family completely, however, and it bothered him.
"No,"
Abby conceded.
"But you are a rich kid,"
"Not anymore I'm not,"
He responded as if it was accusation not a joke.
"Don't get defensive...I know,"
"Everyone still treats me like I'm one of them, like one day I'll see sense and return to the family,"
"You won't?"
"I spent my life under their thumb, there's no way I'm going to go back to that after finally getting control of my own life,"
Some control she thought sadly. Bereaved and confused, a recovering addict like herself, moving through the days in his own world, acutely aware of all around. Yeah, some control and some life, she thought angrily. He questioned her silently, looking past her expression, trying to read her thoughts. She hoped he couldn't see what she was really thinking.
"You were miles away,"
He smiled, the puzzlement fading. He turned back to face the view. The night sky was as clear as a bell and the stars twinkled down on them from their navy
blanket.
"It's lovely out here, isn't it?"
She was unaware of what she'd said until she'd said it. It sounded obvious. Too obvious.
"That's one thing my family are good for - they've got an eye for a view,"
It was true. Chicago by day was an ugly city much like any other- in character and in architecture. But by night it was a different animal. The grey, stark concrete and glass were replaced by warm street and house lights that stretched for miles. She sensed his eyes on her, but refused to turn her eyes away from the landscape before her, nervous of what she'd see.
"We should probably go inside - before my gamma starts making assumptions,"
He broke the gaze to look back towards the house.
"I don't know. I was enjoying it out here, better company for a start,"
Once again, her mouth ran away with her brain. She knew what he meant, exactly what he meant. She heard every possible connotation in the words and savoured every one. She chastised herself sharply. She wouldn't and she didn't.
"Well, at least give me a chance to practise my dance-steps,"
"You know I hate dancing,"
"Yeah, but you're too good at it to deny me the pleasure,"
He held out his hand to her. She smiled and looked at it, trepidation filling every inch of her being. What they had appeared to be innocent. On the surface it was. Then there was something deeply uninnocent about it that she couldn't ignore. This was one of those moments. She didn't know if she could risk it. But looking at his expression, she decided it would be safe enough. She was a taken woman and old enough to stay in control. She wasn't in high school now. She took his hands and stepped towards him.
****
Electricity
Eye to eye
And though I know you
I can't speak
Strip my senses
On the spot
I've never been defenceless
I can't even make sense of it
You speak and I don't even hear a word
****
His other hand rested in the curve between her stomach and her hip. It felt so natural it was like an extension of herself. Abby, swallowing her doubts and taking the moment by the scruff, put her hand on his shoulder. She faced him square on, her chin slightly tilted upwards, keeping the distance safe. And so they danced, as friends. Abby concentrated her gaze on a spot just over his shoulder, to keep her mind as focussed as she could. She knew if she looked at him then her resolve would disappear.
"Abby?"
Involuntarily, her eyes moved to his face. And that was the end of the friends thing. She couldn't pretend. She just couldn't do it anymore. Realising her mistake, she loosened her fingers grip on his shoulder. She went to whisper, to apologise, but couldn't break the silence. She'd never been lost for words before. In response, she took a step closer to him. She could feel his gaze intensely, was acutely aware of it in fact, and the longing that lay behind it. It broke down any coherent sentences that might have formed, washed away the last of her remaining resolve. She felt a little lost. The dance slowed to a sway. His arms encircled her waist, holding her right to him. She knotted her hands at the base of his neck. Her eyes closed, the feelings locked away so long surfaced. She knew she shouldn't but she was and it felt right.
****
What would happen if we kissed?
Would your tongue slip past my lips?
Would you run away?
Would you stay?
Or would I melt into you?
Mouth to mouth
Lust to lust
Spontaneously combust
What would happen if we kissed?
****
Abby knew the inevitible. She knew she'd let it happen. Whether he would she wasn't sure. After all, she was in a relationship. She pushed all thoughts of Luka aside. Gently, softly, she reached up to kiss him. She touched his lips lightly with her own and turned away, waiting for a reaction, any reaction. He ran his fingertips slowly over her face, leaving trails of longing in their wake, and responded by reaching for her mouth. Everything that had happened over the last few months swelled between them and made it's presence felt...
To Be Continued
As usual I own nothing and no-one. The song used is from Meredith Brooks "Blurring The Edges" and is called "What Would Happen" (Some of the lyrics are perhaps approximations - I'm not sure what the words really are. I did my best - there are no lyrics printed on her CD sleeve) I wrote the fic for the song - because I could imagine a situation it would fit so easily. I loved the song instantly.
"Someone's enjoying this almost as much as me,"
Abby raised her head from her hands and turned to locate the owner of the voice who'd startled her out of her reverie.
"You didn't have to come, I didn't twist your arm,"
He continued, moving closer to her across the balcony. Behind them, the warm sounds of laughter and light, dancing music emanated from the ballroom.
"Yeah, what else would have I been doing? Probably eating junk food and watching trashy televison..why does that now sound so appealing?"
She finished sarcastically, feeling a fist make light contact with her upper arm.
"I know what you mean though,"
He said, resting his glass on the railing and staring out over the city lights. She smiled.
"Oh, come on, you can't dislike your family that much,"
It was a joke, but she knew deep down he did feel a strong sense of detachment from his family. He wasn't "like them" wasn't who they wanted him to be.
"I'm duty bound to be here,"
"Well, then, I'll just be duty bound to support you,"
Abby answered, without thinking, and fiddled carelessly with a stray strand of hair that had fallen over her face.
"Thank you,"
He said perfectly solemnly. She nodded in acceptance and understanding.
"How'd you manage to slip away then?"
"With difficulty...I made a break for it when Grandma went to the buffet,"
"Who was that girl who was taking an unhealthy interest in you? I could hear her across the room,"
She heard him sigh heavily, wearily almost.
"Oh God...she came across as badly as I thought? She's awful...spoilt little rich kid...you know the type,"
"Yeah, I think I do,"
She turned to look at him and smiled sarkily. He drew his eyebrows together in mock disapproval.
"She's worse than me. I'm not spoilt,"
He hated the stigma he suffered for coming from a wealthy family. He knew, quite correctly, that it didn't make him that different from any other person. He couldn't cast off the shackles of his family completely, however, and it bothered him.
"No,"
Abby conceded.
"But you are a rich kid,"
"Not anymore I'm not,"
He responded as if it was accusation not a joke.
"Don't get defensive...I know,"
"Everyone still treats me like I'm one of them, like one day I'll see sense and return to the family,"
"You won't?"
"I spent my life under their thumb, there's no way I'm going to go back to that after finally getting control of my own life,"
Some control she thought sadly. Bereaved and confused, a recovering addict like herself, moving through the days in his own world, acutely aware of all around. Yeah, some control and some life, she thought angrily. He questioned her silently, looking past her expression, trying to read her thoughts. She hoped he couldn't see what she was really thinking.
"You were miles away,"
He smiled, the puzzlement fading. He turned back to face the view. The night sky was as clear as a bell and the stars twinkled down on them from their navy
blanket.
"It's lovely out here, isn't it?"
She was unaware of what she'd said until she'd said it. It sounded obvious. Too obvious.
"That's one thing my family are good for - they've got an eye for a view,"
It was true. Chicago by day was an ugly city much like any other- in character and in architecture. But by night it was a different animal. The grey, stark concrete and glass were replaced by warm street and house lights that stretched for miles. She sensed his eyes on her, but refused to turn her eyes away from the landscape before her, nervous of what she'd see.
"We should probably go inside - before my gamma starts making assumptions,"
He broke the gaze to look back towards the house.
"I don't know. I was enjoying it out here, better company for a start,"
Once again, her mouth ran away with her brain. She knew what he meant, exactly what he meant. She heard every possible connotation in the words and savoured every one. She chastised herself sharply. She wouldn't and she didn't.
"Well, at least give me a chance to practise my dance-steps,"
"You know I hate dancing,"
"Yeah, but you're too good at it to deny me the pleasure,"
He held out his hand to her. She smiled and looked at it, trepidation filling every inch of her being. What they had appeared to be innocent. On the surface it was. Then there was something deeply uninnocent about it that she couldn't ignore. This was one of those moments. She didn't know if she could risk it. But looking at his expression, she decided it would be safe enough. She was a taken woman and old enough to stay in control. She wasn't in high school now. She took his hands and stepped towards him.
****
Electricity
Eye to eye
And though I know you
I can't speak
Strip my senses
On the spot
I've never been defenceless
I can't even make sense of it
You speak and I don't even hear a word
****
His other hand rested in the curve between her stomach and her hip. It felt so natural it was like an extension of herself. Abby, swallowing her doubts and taking the moment by the scruff, put her hand on his shoulder. She faced him square on, her chin slightly tilted upwards, keeping the distance safe. And so they danced, as friends. Abby concentrated her gaze on a spot just over his shoulder, to keep her mind as focussed as she could. She knew if she looked at him then her resolve would disappear.
"Abby?"
Involuntarily, her eyes moved to his face. And that was the end of the friends thing. She couldn't pretend. She just couldn't do it anymore. Realising her mistake, she loosened her fingers grip on his shoulder. She went to whisper, to apologise, but couldn't break the silence. She'd never been lost for words before. In response, she took a step closer to him. She could feel his gaze intensely, was acutely aware of it in fact, and the longing that lay behind it. It broke down any coherent sentences that might have formed, washed away the last of her remaining resolve. She felt a little lost. The dance slowed to a sway. His arms encircled her waist, holding her right to him. She knotted her hands at the base of his neck. Her eyes closed, the feelings locked away so long surfaced. She knew she shouldn't but she was and it felt right.
****
What would happen if we kissed?
Would your tongue slip past my lips?
Would you run away?
Would you stay?
Or would I melt into you?
Mouth to mouth
Lust to lust
Spontaneously combust
What would happen if we kissed?
****
Abby knew the inevitible. She knew she'd let it happen. Whether he would she wasn't sure. After all, she was in a relationship. She pushed all thoughts of Luka aside. Gently, softly, she reached up to kiss him. She touched his lips lightly with her own and turned away, waiting for a reaction, any reaction. He ran his fingertips slowly over her face, leaving trails of longing in their wake, and responded by reaching for her mouth. Everything that had happened over the last few months swelled between them and made it's presence felt...
To Be Continued