Faith Hill - Breathe
He's
beautiful. That's the only thought that can stay in my mind as I watch him.
Long, slender limbs. Thin, supple, willowy body filled with angles and contours
I ache to familiar myself with. Thick, chestnut strands of hair flowing over
his shoulders, contrasting sharply with his ivory skin. Two high spots of red
glowing faintly with excitement on his cheeks, two violet orbs alive with
anticipation, want, love, desire. Sweet faintly tinged red lips curved in a
frankly sensuous smile. Long, slender fingers arched delicately; I ache for
them to travel the length of my body, to entwine themselves in my hair.
I'm
dumbstruck as he lies there, in all his splendor, waiting for me and only me.
His lips part as I lean closer, they hover deliciously over one another's for a
long moment and then his mouth is against mind, his tongue is filling my mouth
with its taste and I'm heaven.
"Duo," I
whisper his name for as our lips disentangle for a brief second and we catch
our breath. "You're beautiful."
He smiles;
he knows he is. He has more sexuality in his one little finger than anyone else
has in their entire body. And he wants me to explore that sexuality. I'm heady
with the feeling it brings me.
And his
lips come close to my ear as he whispers huskily, "You're gorgeous."
And then,
as if in slow motion, on that sweaty bed with the sheets tangled in knots, we
became a beautiful, gorgeous union.
::I can feel the magic floating in the air
Being with you gets me that way::
I love to
watch him sleep. He's so calm and quiet, so different from when he's awake.
When he sleeps, the lines in his forehead that form often in frustration or
anger smooth and he looks like the young boy he is.
Silken
strands of chestnut are stuck to his damp face; one hand is resting lightly on
my chest as he cuddles closer. Last night when we made love, he was beautiful.
This morning, watching the morning sunlight set fire to the auburn strands and
cast shadows in the ivory skin I worshipped last night, he becomes ethereal.
He stirs
slightly and my arms steal around him, trying to hold him close to me in the
warm circle of my arms for just a little longer. His eyes open and he smiles
before lying his head back down on my shoulder and closing his eyes. I watch
his eyes close with slight fascination. I've never noticed how long his lashes
are before, so long they cast shadows on the hollows of his cheeks…I sigh
softly and tilt my head to brush by lips softly across his high cheekbones.
And
although I should be feeling emotions of confusion, anger, sorrow, and
betrayal, regret, I am simple content. I would not leave this spot in the warm
aftermath of our lovemaking for the world.
I lower my
head so the silken skin of his cheek rubs against mine before I too fall
asleep.
::I watch the sunlight dance across your face
And I've never been this swept away
All my thoughts just seem to settle on the breeze
When I'm lying wrapped up in your arms
The whole world just fades away
The only thing I hear
Is the beating of your heart ::
"I should
leave," he whispers softly, leaning over and gathering his clothing to him.
When he turns around to face me, his clothing clutched protectively to his
chest, he's so vulnerable looking; I want to cry. My lips form his name, but no
sound escapes, only the pitiful whimper of a lost child. He smiles tremulously
and quickly pulls on his clothing so his hands are free to embrace me, to
smooth my hair back and to brush my face with his lips.
"Don't," I
whisper achingly. "Don't start if you don't intend to finish."
"Oh Wu," he
whispers, whispering the name of a lover, not the name of a one-night stand.
"Wu…"
"Duo," I
respond, his breath quickening as my hands travel tremblingly up his body,
darting across his warm chest, caressing his neck and face, tangling in his
hair. "You would leave me?" It's a challenge and he knows it.
"I would. I
should. But I won't," he whispers, capturing my lips in a bruising force as we
tumble onto the bed. "I won't leave you," he hisses as his hands find their
ways through the folds of clothing to my hot, aching body. "I won't!" he
repeats, this time louder, more confident.
"You
won't," I agree breathlessly, my body arching against his touch, as my clothing
seems to melt off of me. "You won't leave, you won't!" I cry with conviction as
my hands fumble at the zippers and buttons of his constricting clothing.
Warm
breath, hot bodies, bruising kisses, talented hands and soft cries, it all
melts into one as we join once again, eyes filling with tears from pleasure or
finality of the situation, neither one of knows. All we know is that it feels
good.
And that's
enough for now.
::Cause I can feel you breathe
It's washing over me
And suddenly I'm melting into you
There's nothing left to prove
Baby, all we need is just to be::
It's so
quiet in the dim afternoon sunlight. We're both half-asleep, arms wrapped
securely around one another, both lost in our own private thoughts. He sighs
deeply and smiles quickly as my gaze alights on him, but I know he's not happy.
As the
setting sun sets the room afire with pinkish shreds of light, I'm startled to
realize how well I know him. Every move he makes, every sound that escapes his
lips; I know why he does it.
I know him
so well it scares me. The only person I know even half as well is myself. The
irony twists my lips into a faint smile. I know him so well; better than I know
myself. Pathetic.
But maybe
not so pathetic.
After all,
I love him so and I'm starting to hate who I am…love?
I
contemplate this for a long moment before the slow realization sinks in.
This is
love.
I love him.
I love him!
::Caught up in the touch
Slow and steady rush
Baby, isn't that the way that love's suppose to be
I can feel you breathe
Just breathe::
"Duo…?" I
call his name.
He turns
and looks at me, a pained look on his face, one hand resting on the doorknob.
"Yes?" My mind and gaze focus on his hand momentarily. So thin and slender,
seemingly so weak. And yet, in those fingers that set my body afire so gently,
there is a strength. Something hidden, something asleep, only showing in rare
moments of fiery devotion and passion.
"Are you
leaving?" I ask, although I know the answer. This is the last time. This is the
final goodbye, so to speak.
"Yes." He
speaks quietly, his voice unsure as he gazes at his feet. And then, then his
eyes flicker up to me and he says loudly, "Yes! I am leaving!"
"Forever?"
"Ye-ye-,"
he can't say it. "I don't know. I think so."
Our eyes
meet again. My lips part, anxious to say something of what I feel for him. But
nothing comes out. I can't even take a breath of air; it's so hard to work my
body properly. So I just gaze at him with my parted lips.
"I-," he
crosses the room and places a gentle kiss on my lips. "I'm sorry."
"Go,' I
whisper, closing my eyes briefly, drawing strength from the knowledge he'll be
back. Now he's tasted what heaven is, he won't be able to stay away. He'll be
back. I open my eyes. He's standing in the doorframe, the door open and one
foot slightly in the hallway.
There's a
long moment of silence, and in that moment, something stirs inside of me. I can
see he feels it too from the look upon his face. I wait for him to speak; he
waits for me.
::In a way I know my heart is waking up
As all the walls come tumbling down
Closer than I've ever felt before
And I know, and you know
There's no need for words right now::
I blink and
he's gone.
A long, low
sigh escapes from my lips and I turn, tears stinging in my eyes. So he won't
say it. He won't tell me how he feels. He's still beholden to *him*. To the man
that I hate now, hate with a burning passion. And the one I love is bound to
him.
I cover my
mouth with my hand, trying my best to suppress the sobs that fight to be heard.
No, I won't cry. I won't cry for him. If I'm going to cry, it's going to be for
something important. Not for someone who can't even say he'll return.
As if on
auto-pilot, I clean up the remains of a meal neither one of us could eat, pick
up the family room and re-make the bed that was torn apart in the fierce lovemaking
of the past twenty-four hours.
And then,
just for a second, I close my eyes, meaning just to try and catch a hold of
myself.
When I open
them, its dark and his scent fills my nostrils, his soft lips are touching mind
and his soft breath and beating heart are the only things I know.
::Cause I can feel you breathe
It's washing over me
And suddenly I'm melting into you
There's nothing left to prove::
"D-D-Duo?"
I stutter out, reaching out with my hands, reaching, feeling, trying to
believe-yes! It's him! He's here beside me, his arm wrapped tightly around my
waist, his face buried in my hair, his lips touching the back of my neck
lightly. "Duo!" I cry again joyfully. "But-but why?" I add, even as a slight
sigh escapes me, enjoying his ministrations on my neck.
"Hush," he
whispers, his hand slipping beneath the folds of the blankets and clothing to
caress my hot body under my shirt. "Just feel. Just breathe."
"Tell me,"
I beg, turning away from his touch. "Tell me!"
"I love you," he hisses
fiercely in my ear, hands stilling for a moment. "I love you."
And it's
then I can let go and just feel as he's told me to.
::Baby, all we need is just to be
Caught up in the touch
Slow and steady rush
Baby, isn't that the way that love's suppose to be
I can feel you breathe
Just breathe::
"You're
back," I whisper, late into the night as shreds of silver moonlight flicker
across our naked bodies, his shining ivory, mine glowing caramel. It's a sharp
contrast and I like it. Light and dark, evil and good, love and hate, death and
life. That's us. And yet…from the way our bodies mold together, the way our
hearts beat in rhythm, the way we love, we are the same.
"I am," he
agrees, nuzzling his head against the juncture of my neck and shoulder.
"To stay…?"
He's
silent. My heart begins to pound wildly. Maybe I've hoped too much, too soon.
"Yes."
He's so
quiet and so long in responding, I scarcely hear him. "Yes?" I repeat.
"Yes." His
voice is still quiet and I wonder if he feels shameful for what he's doing, for
whom he's leaving.
"I love
you," I whisper, touching my lips top the top of his head.
"Mmm…" he
murmurs, the sound a low rumble deep in his throat. "I-I love you."
That slight
hesitation in his voice makes me wonder until the only thing I can see and hear
is Duo.
::Caught up in the touch
Slow and steady rush
Baby, isn't that the way that love's suppose to be
I can feel you breathe
Just breathe::
It's
morning. I'm tense, waiting for him to speak the dreaded words.
"I'm sorry
Wu, but I have to go…"
I jerk my
head up, and look around, sure that what I've been thinking has been spoken
aloud. No, no, it's not, he's still sitting here at the table, looking at me
curiously. "What's wrong Wu?"
"Nothing,"
I mumble, casting my gaze to the floor. "Nothing's wrong."
"Yes there
is," he pauses, pokes his spoon at the bowl of soggy cereal in front of him.
When he speaks again, it's in a low voice, "Are you sorry I came back?"
"No!" I cry
out, my gaze shooting up to meet his in alarm. "No! I'm not!"
"Then what
is it?"
"Are you
going back to him?" I blurt out.
"*Him*? No.
I want to stay with you."
"You do?"
"I do," he
whispers fiercely. "I love you."
This time
there's no hesitation in his voice and I can smile a bit as I tell him what I
know.
That there's
magic between us.
::I can feel the magic floating in the air
Being with you gets me that way::
::End::
