Those Eyes
I stared into his wondrous, blue eyes. Those eyes that reminded me of the blue skies on a clear, crisp Spring day. Those eyes which seemed to hold so many different emotions all at the one time. Those eyes which twinkled and smiled every time he looked at me.
How I loved gazing into his eyes. They always seemed to calm and soothe me when I was frightened or agitated, and excite me when he told me how much he cared.
And then there were times when the intensity in his eyes was so present that it made it increasingly difficult for me to breathe. Like at that moment.
"Munkustrap?" I breathed.
"Mmm…" was his only reply as those blue eyes grew half-lidded. Those eyes, although not visible in their entirety, continued twinkling at me as his mouth twisted into a gentle, yet somehow almost flirty, smile.
My breath hitched. My heartbeat sped up. My grip instinctively tightened, and I felt butterflies stir up and start fluttering in my stomach.
His eyes did so much to me. He could make me long for him, for his touch, for his embrace, all with his blue eyes.
"I love you," I whispered.
"I love you, too," he replied huskily as his lips began a slow descent onto mine.
I love his eyes.
But sometimes, there's one part of him I love more.
Author's Note: Because I can. Well, needed to. Had to do some Munkustrap fluff involving his eyes. The queen is anyone you want to imagine. I like imagining me. XD Because I can. Hope you enjoyed!
Disclaimer: I DO NOT own Munkustrap - he belongs to T.S. Eliot. I DO, however, own the story, which is protected under my name by Australian Copyright Law dating back to 2011.