Words and Time

by kassysyd2

I wrote for the first time on his skin, behind his shoulders Words in black ink, Words my mother had read to me of love" What brought Hotch into Reid's arms when things were going bad in his marriage? slash kinda

Title: Words and Time

Title: Words and Time
Author:Kassysyd
Rating: FRM
Pairing: Hotch/Reid
Disclaimer: The characters aren't mine, so please don't sue me!

Summary: One shot. What brought Hotch into Reid's arms when things were going bad in his marriage.

And after he sought me out that night

after the desperate kisses

after the lonely moans of bitter ecstasy

after he curled around me refusing the covers and preferring to shiver

after his breath slowed and fragmented dreams made his sleeping hands shake

I wrote for the first time on his skin, behind his shoulders

Words in black ink,

Words my mother had read to me of love

Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself

Love possesses not nor would be possessed

For love is sufficient unto love1

And I kissed a trail across his shoulder blades

Tasting for a moment the salt of his sweat

And the trace of my ink

And I whisper to his sleeping ears the words

Begging him with others words to know difference

between my love and hers

And I have known the arms already, known them all--

Arms that are braceleted and white and bare

(But in the lamplight, downed with light brown hair!)

Is it perfume from a dress

That makes me so digress?

Arms that lie along a table, or wrap about a shawl.

And should I then presume?

And how should I begin? 2

The next night

He wrote back,

At the base of my spine

Those words of pain

Of knowledge that the love he once had with her was gone

And as he sobbed

Wet eyelashes pressed against my chest

I leant in and wrote the words I did not know how to say

Along his upper arms, I refused his darkness, told him of hope

Begging him to see light beyond all this.

Begging him with others words to know difference

between my love and hers

Now i lay(with everywhere around)

me(the great dim deep sound

of rain;and of always and of nowhere)and

what a gently welcoming darkestness--

now i lay me down(in a most steep

more than music)feeling that sunlight is

(life and day are)only loaned:whereas

night is given(night and death and the rain

are given;and given is how beautifully snow)

now i lay me down to dream of(nothing

i or any somebody or you

can begin to begin to imagine)

something which nobody may keep.

now i lay me down to dream of Spring3

And that night as he pinned me against the bathroom wall

Scowling at the fact that my words wouldn't wash off yet

He bit his way down my neck

And followed it with his hand

Circling my throat, ensuring my stillness

He scrawled across my stomach

In rough scratches

Ink mixing with blood the words.

And I was begging him with others words to know difference

between my love and hers

Learning a word: dead silence now I know,

The dead of night becomes my time of day,

While the dead letter office takes the mail

My thoughts will send, till times dead reckoning

Bring me to the dead centre of my land

A word, a little weight, a sag in time4

And I want to scream at him in frustration

But instead I kiss again my words still scattered across his body

And wonder at his still tainting my own

And when sleep again claims him I write

I want to tell him of our connection, our something, our desperation

Of how to break his heart and open it up to mine.

Begging him with others words to know difference

between my love and hers

How can I keep my soul in me, so that
it doesn't touch your soul? How can I raise
it high enough, past you, to other things?
I would like to shelter it, among remote
lost objects, in some dark and silent place
that doesn't resonate when your depths resound.
Yet everything that touches us, me and you,
takes us together like a violin's bow,
which draws one voice out of two separate strings.
Upon what instrument are we two spanned?
And what musician holds us in his hand?
Oh sweetest song.5

And still he denies me

Fears this mark I scrawl across his soul

But lets my fingers write

Words across his skin

Those words that ring across time

And we, us, all of us know their beauty and hopeless truth

His heart mine but broken be can't tell me of that pain

And I'm begging him with others words to know difference

between my love and hers

Your lively glance is like the dove

And like the desert's poppy

Causes sweet intoxication, a houri of aroma

Which the topaz sky abandoned.

My fortume is bad, my destiny unsure

Be happier than I 6

And on the night he finally ended it with her

We soaked then in the bath

Letting the hours ease away the words from our skin

And the warmth of the water loosen up our limbs

And when he kissed me finally

Sweet and clear

With his eyes open looking into mine for the first time

He took the pen again and wrote across both our hearts

Telling me he knew the difference

between my love and hers

Lover, tell the night

That your day

Will never end in it's arms.

The religion of love

Is a sea without a shore

Where lovers drown

Without a sigh,

Without a cry.7

1 Kahil Gibran – The prophet- On love

2 T. S. Eliot - The Lovesong of J. Alfred Prufrock

3 e.e cummings - Now i lay(with everywhere around)

4 Amy Witting - Mourning

5 Relke – love Song

6 Juan Arolas – Be Happier Than I

7 Rumi- Garden of the Beloved

I know it's not prose but I hoped you all liked it anyway. I thought I'd try something different out, maybe I'll turn this into a prose fiction and go into the motivations of the characters more but this is basically by attempt to do it differently from normal :) I'd love to hear what you all thought of it!!

Really please comment !!