A/N : With thanks to Charles from whom I stole the title and modified it to suit my own needs.
I've been away due to school and since I'm graduating, I may actually have more time to write.
He knows her badge number - 3798 - better than he knows his own.
He knows her favourite candy - tropical Skittles. In the blue bag.
He knows how many years she was in Vice - five years, two of those years in Chelsea.
He always surprises her with how much he really does know - details that she, herself, forgets on the occasion. Little things that make up a person and explains their parts.
She asked him once why does he know these particular things? He shrugged, gave a half smile and held her gaze until she broke it; a flush spreading across her cheeks.
It surprised him when, despite all these little details, tiny observations that told him so much about her, how he really didn't know her at all. Oh, he understood her moods, her mannerisms and he had documented all of her facial expressions, but he realized that there are somethings that have to be learned-
Her reactions -
Her breathing -
Her sounds -
- all through experiences.
And as he pushed inside of her he suddenly realized he didn't know her as well as he thought he did: that his imaginings and expectations concluded through all of his previous findings, were all profoundly wrong.
And as she reached for him, pulling him down and holding him to her chest -
As he came inside of her -
As her cry echoed into the night -
And as she sunk into the pillows, eyes closed in ecstasy -
As he kissed her temple, his lips brushing away the sweat on her brow -
He was suddenly grateful that he was so profoundly wrong, that there was more he could learn about her and more that they could experience together.