Haven
In his eyes she sees emotion greater than words could ever express; enigmatic pools of passion seeking hers in the darkness. She hides from them, from him, and the truths that lie in their depths; knowing that they will not look through her, but into her, and see that which she fears of herself.
He's reached within her and burned a place for himself on her soul. So blazon that she feels as if they're touching even when they're not. She feels the branding in the touch of his skin and scorching kiss. Fire's flames entangle them in legs, arms, and mouths; giving, taking, and searching both physically and emotionally. One glance, one touch, and sparks ignite throughout her. She fights for breath and to control the runaway beat of her heart. But within the passion, apprehension asserts its way to the surface. Intrusive thoughts suppress the thoughtlessness of uninhibited moments before, and the fear of consequences begins.
Why her? Why is there love in his eyes for that which he can never possess? With this inquisition a lump begins to form in her throat and passion's power now diverts to fight for the strength to quell these traitorous tears, and keep them from finding the path to her eyes; for pain should not be what loving eyes should find.
She prays he'll see her desire instead; unsteady and unsure in its naivete, but with an intensity she thought forever lost. A passion not for who he is, but for how he makes her feel. Beautiful, alive, and significant; if only for a moment of nescience in her unceasing awareness. He is her haven from the tempest.
A/N – In case you missed it, the two characters are Buffy (POV) and Spike.