Disclaimer: Don't own the show or the characters.
Author's note: Each chapter of this fic will be focused on an individual physical sense and how it features in a relationship. Each chapter also explores a different pairing, and will be written in first person from a different character's point of view. Practically none of these are specified (similar to my previous fic Last Names), though again it should be pretty easy to figure out everyone's identities. Still confused? Check out the author's note at the beginning of chapter three if you need more clarification.
His lips are ice on mine.
Fresh, like frosted dew in an early morning chill.
There is no heat, no desperate fiery passion. Just coolness, as skin brushes skin, seeking... what? Comfort? Affection? Or something else?
But there's tenderness, too. Amidst the bruising cold of his kiss there lies an unexpected softness. A stark contrast to the caustic speech he spits by day.
I shudder in his embrace.
Is it love? I am unsure. My emotions are as tangled as his hair under my fingers. And as to his emotions, they are as unfathomable and unpredictable as the rest of his person.
It is easier to blame the beer, the mind-numbing golden liquid running through our veins. Its bitterness lingers in his mouth; on his teeth, his lips, his tongue. Or perhaps it's on my own. It doesn't matter: at this moment, they are one and the same.
For now, it's enough to be in his arms. Enough to cling to each other, our tongues dancing to a chaotic rhythm that only we can hear.
After all, love is a difficult term to define. Its meaning seems to change with every wife I marry. And every woman I cheat with.