TITLE: Under My
Skin CHARACTERS: Eiris Hales, John Morrison PAIRINGS:
Morrison/Eiris NOTES: Okay, so this is for Chic, even though
we've apparently grown apart. Just heard this song and wanted to
write a short story. 'Under My Skin' by Skillet. DISCLAIMER:
Chic owns Eiris. The others are not mine, nor do I claim they are.
Eiris POV
I love the way he feels when he's with me. So warm and smooth and strong. My hand glides slowly over his tanned, firm skin and I can hardly suppress the gasp that threatens to come out of my mouth. I don't want to wake him up. Not right now. We've had a long day, a long show, and an altogether long week. I just want to lay here and fall asleep too, but something's keeping me from doing that. Oh, yeah, I still can't believe that I'm here with him right now. That's it.
He's a part of me. We were like kindred spirits when we first met. One and the same. I knew there was something between us when our eyes connected across the room. Courtship may have been long and slow, but, hey, we made it. We're together. We're actually a couple. I love just being able to lay with him at night and talk all day. We can just goof off and be our dorky selves around each other. That's a side of me not many people get to see, and I know he's the same way.
I'm so addicted to him. He's just…he's perfect. He's perfect in every conceivable way. And he's mine. All mine. Every time our eyes connect, this, I don't know, this heat builds up, and no matter what's been going on, if we were fighting or whatever, I can't just not forgive him. I can't stay mad at him. He just does that to me. I just can't hold back.
When I've had a bad day, he's right there for me, a strong shoulder to cry on and a listening ear. He actually cares about my problems. He wants to make me feel better. And he does. He always finds a way. Whether it's a dorky joke or a kiss and a hug, he knows just what to do to put a smile on my face.
And he listens to my music. He knows just how much it means to me. He wants me to play, because it makes me happy. I wonder if he knows just how many of my songs he inspired. All of those soft love ballads that I've written, they were all for him. He's the only person I've met that will sit down for hours and listen to me play until my fingers bleed and my throat's no use. Then he kisses the cuts on my fingertips and makes me tea to calm my voice.
No one could take his place. John Morrison is perfect, and he's under my skin now. And I'll never get enough.