Disclaimer: I don't own anything related to The Blacklist. I just write for fun.
A starry night. Peaceful. Warm.
The window is open, the curtains undulates slightly, denouncing the slight breeze that spreads gently across the room.
He is lying, feeling the touch of coziness of the shag carpet, which separates him from the hard ground.
The player plays the right song for this his state of mind. The body is motionless, the eyes are closed, the mind is rambling, his heart is with her.
These are moments that no one wants to do anything more than stop. Leave everything on pause. For just ...
Just be. Just think. Just imagine. Just desire.
Wish to have her in his arms, a strong grasp of feeling, intertwining the two bodies forming one. Imagine accomplice exchange of glances, smiles, caresses, kisses.
Think the time should be perpetuated with the duration of eternity.
Being with her body in his embrace, her smile in his mind, her taste on his tongue and love in his heart.
The mind projects his smile, an unbroken succession of beautiful images of her perfection.
His heart releases the longing, in the form of palpitations and reactions that spread through the whole his being.
His lips call by her name, repeatedly, as if it were enough to grant her physical presence.
His body craves for her touch, like liquid fire that spreads through the veins, igniting him.
He desires her.
He wanted her.
He expects her.
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She is lying in the garden. She is toasted by the touch of grass on her face. A little bit rough, but enjoyable. As if she were touched by his unshaven face.
A slight smile opens on her face . The eyes light up as much or more than the stars that shine in the sky, or even than the bright moon that projects her shadow. But not projecting what she feels ...
That only she knows how to feel.
A shiver runs down her body, just like the breeze toasts her skin, as if it was the touch of his fingers. His large, warm hand.
Crickets are whispering in her ear, as she would like him to whisper to her.
The night embraces her, as she would like him to hold her.
She should not want, but wants.
She should not dream, but dreams.
She should not live, but lives.
AN: As always, hope you enjoy. It's a small fluffy moment I would like to share with you.