You are ice, and I am fire.
Forbidden to interact by basic laws and morals. But what happens when a magnetic pull fuses fire and ice? A scotching steam that overpowers any law or moral.
You press your lips to mine, and suddenly I'm on fire.
You cascade your nimble fingers across my bare chest, and I almost melt under your touch.
My muscles contract under beneath your hand, and your icy blue eyes cloud over with lust.
You breath my name, and I'm suddenly under your spell.
This isn't right, we shouldn't be together.
But here we are.
I want love. And you want lust.
Your hand reaches up to trace my jaw, your fingers are soft against my skin, and I can't help but fall in love with you all over again.
After everything. The kisses, the heat, the lust. Your body is laying beside mine. Your breaths are heavy and rigid. And I'm wondering when we can do this again.
We sit in silence, basking in the moment.
A moment of pure bliss.
Even if I know it won't last.
I turn my body to face yours, your eyes meet mine, and you already know what I'm going to say before I say it. "Stay with me." I whisper, but it's a statement. Not a question. You shake your head, loose curls falling over your face. I don't respond, because I knew that would be your answer. It always is.
My heart is yearning for you, my body aching for your touch.
I love you. I love you. I love you, my mind shouts.
But I'm too much of a coward to say it out loud. Because I know you won't say it back. And if you don't say it back, I'll have nothing to live for. Because you're my everything.
You're my everything, even if I am your nothing.
"I love him," you tell me.
"I know," I say. But really, I'm saying: you're killing me.
"I can't leave him," you say.
"I know," I say. But really, I'm saying: he doesn't deserve you. No one deserves you.
And I hold me breath, because I know what's coming next.
The bed shifts when you stand up. You get dressed, and you give me a weak smile. If it's genuine or out of pity, I don't know.
I sigh as you walk over to me, and kiss my lips. You press your forehead against mine, and promise that you'll never leave me. And for a second, I believe you.
Then suddenly you're gone. And all I'm left with is the smell of your perfume on my pillow.
You love him, but I love you. And that's why I put up with this. That's why I put up with the late night calls with the heartbreaking sound of your tears on the other end. That's why I put up with you being with someone who isn't me. That's why I put up with our contraband kisses, and our illicit one-sided love life.
Because I love you.
Because no matter what, you are my everything.
Because without you, I am nothing.
I am fire, and you are ice.
A/N: Erm, hoping this is a kick-off story. It isn't much, but I tried. Feedback would be highly appreciated :)