She

Summary – this is what happens when I watch Notting Hill. *sigh*

A/N – Gawd it's been a while since I posted, but I've recently started reading fic again and watching episodes, and oh my god, I've missed it! And as usual, when I start reading, I start writing.

Also, song is by Elvis Costello, if you hadn't already guessed by the title. I guess this could be considered a song fic. Which I generally hate writing. But... Notting Hill.

Disclaimer – Yadda yadda yadaa.

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He held her tightly to him, an arm wrapped around her waist, his other hand pressing her fingers into his body right above his heart as if either of them could feel it beating. And perhaps they could. He loved the feel of her against him, loved the way she fit into him so perfectly, loved the way he could smell her scent and know that only he was close enough to do so.

She felt his hand on her waist, felt its heat against her body as if she hadn't worn any clothing at all. Felt his fingers entwine themselves in hers against his chest, felt his muscles underneath her hand, felt the beat of his heart against her pulse point. She hadn't even noticed that the fingers of her other hand played with the short-cropped hairs at the back of his neck, threading themselves through it, massaging his scalp softly, gently.

"… May be the song that summer sings

May be the chill that autumn brings

May be a hundred different things

Within a measure of a day…"

He thought he must be leaving marks on her waist where he held her closer than ever before, so tightly that it must hurt but she didn't seem to mind. He knew that he would do anything for her; she is his everything, his future, his salvation, his world, his universe, his life. He pressed a soft kiss to her temple.

She sighed softly and burrowed even deeper into his embrace, not caring for a single second what it looked like. She was never one for over romantic gestures, never needed anyone to be the man in her life. She was a strong, independent woman. But the feel of his strong arms around her, the way he took care of her, the way she knew she was safe with him…

"… May be the love that cannot hope to last

May come to me from shadows of the past

That I'll remember till the day I die…"

The music around them was loud, rowdy, people dancing wildly, in twos and threes and groups and circles. People dancing to beats he didn't know could exist, sounds that were more like loud noise than anything that he could consider 'music'.

He pulled her even tighter against him and continued swaying slowly, whispering in her ear softly.

"She

May be the reason I survive

The why and wherefrom I'm alive

The one I'll care for through the rough in ready years

Me

I'll take her laughter and her tears

And make them all my souvenirs

For where she goes I've got to be

The meaning of my life is

She…"

She pulled back only slightly to look at him, her eyes red with unshed tears of happiness. He could see the joy in them, the promise of the future they could now have together, and it all made him smile as he finished reciting the song for her.

As usual for them they moved to their own beat, slow and sweet, in the middle of the dance floor while around them people at various stages of drunkenness danced to whatever the DJ thought would be appropriately loud enough.

He lowered his lips to hers, capturing them in a sweet kiss. Still swaying oh so slowly on the dance floor, the newlyweds began their married life together in their own little bubble in the middle of their very own wild wedding party, with a promise in the form of a song.

Fin

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A/N - I feel like I took a swim in maple syrup.