AUTHOR'S NOTE - This is one of my favourite songs and this may be my favourite Jibbs I wrote. I am reposting this because I didn't like the way it was before - all song!fics together. Nothing else interesting to say. Except...do you sense the irony of my posting this on Monday? :)
SONG INFO - Sunday Morning by Maroon 5. For lazy Sunday mornings...
ENJOY!
SUNDAY MORNING
- Sunday morning, rain is falling
Steal some covers, share some skin -
Sunday morning; 0937. Rain is gently drizzling against the window, but it is a warm spring day. The sun is shining and there must be a rainbow somewhere in the sky. The room is quiet, the bed in the middle of it a mess. Somewhere amidst the tangled sheets, two people are lying next to each other, enjoying the quietness and the proximity. No words are needed as hands slowly move over the skin of the other, tracing abstract patterns. They will both be buried in work this time tomorrow, so they might as well enjoy the time left for just them.
He removes the cover hiding the lower part of her back from his eyes and moves so that he can reach more of her incredibly soft skin. She moves to fit this new position as a sigh of content escapes her smiling mouth. A cloud covers the sun leaving the room in a dimmed light, as if giving the two lovers the privacy for these rare and oh so cherished moments.
Things haven't been too easy lately and he knows that the fact that she is still lying next to him is his own personal miracle. Recently, he found himself thinking that maybe it would be easier to just hit the road, but he knows all too well that he would be running back to her before he knew it. What scared him, though, was the thought that maybe this time she wouldn't be at the end of the road; that maybe this was their last chance. She was his strength, his light in the darkness and, as hard as it was for him to accept it, he now knew for sure he had found all that he needed. So he tightens his hold on her, deciding this was where he wanted to be; forever. He never was the one to go the easier way, anyways.
She shifts again as his fingers trace every part of her body, like he is trying to create a mental image of her in his head. The one with all the little details. Maybe just to make sure he remembered her if she chose to run again. It was quiet moments like this that made her think about them. She had to admit she was amazed they had made it through the last rough patch, as it really was rough. She had already prepared herself for the worst, but now she knew that they could go through anything; that they were strong enough to bypass any obstacle life might decide to throw their way. Sure, it would be easier to run when things head south, but she knows if she runs now, she would be running forever. And next time, he might not stick around. No, she has made him wait for far too long. This time she's not letting go no matter what, she decides as she turns on her back, bringing his mouth to hers for a kiss she hopes would tell him all the things words couldn't.
Sunday morning; 0958. The rain is gently drizzling against the window. The sun is hidden behind a cloud, but the spring can be smelt in the air. The previously quiet room is filled with soft moans as the two lovers express in a slow burn what words never could.
This is what they want and this is what they need – just each other.
- THE END -