Title: In The Morning
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A/N: Trying out a different writing style, and my hand at "romance" Heh, I'm not so sure...
A/N II: Updated 11/30/06 // Did a little tweaking here and there, and nixed a bit that just wasn't flowing.
Summary: In the morning the rain will have stopped.
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Silence painted the walls of the dark bedroom, the only sound that of the rain tapping gently against the window and the soft steady breathing of two sets of lungs.
It was a heavy summer rain with the occasional far-off rumble of thunder shuddering through the night sky. Rhythmic and calm and as even as her breath. Her chest rising and falling as she slept gently in his arms, damp hair ticking at his bare chest.
Another low growl of thunder and a flash of lightning sent shadows dancing across the room, light droplets of water seeped down the window pane. Shadows cast across the hardwood floor, littered with random items of clothing. A dress shirt, a woman's boot, a belt. Over the bed sheets, messy and bunched up around the bodies beneath them. Slithering across exposed skin, the smooth creamy flesh of the woman's calf peeking out from under the linens. Down Bobby's strong arm draped over her tiny waist.
A wild piece of hair hung over her cheek, eclipsing her eyelid behind it. He could almost feel her skin on his lips, imagining brushing the hair from her face and planting a kiss on her eye. A kiss on her cheek, down her jaw, behind her ear. Memories fluttered back to his mind of hours past, of tender kisses and passionate ones. Of ragged breath and moans of pleasure. Whispers of comfort, hushed words, declarations that never sounded so perfect.
He reached out and brushed away the lock of hair, her lined, porcelain face looking more beautiful and more lovely than anything else in the world. Her hair was still damp, only a few short hours before drenched and dark with rain. That smell, of unwashed hair coated in a mist of summer rain, lingered on her skin and stained his own. Her bare skin smooth and silky, dried in the warmth of his bed.
She stirred beneath him, rubbing at her nose before relaxing back into his warmth, a small sigh slipping past parted lips. His arms wrapped tighter around her and his eyes closed, her damp rain-scented hair and her warmth under him. In the morning everything would be different, life would not be the same. In the morning the rain would have stopped and the sun would be shining. She'd still be in his bed, in his arms, and he'd wake up knowing it was not all a dream.