Have you ever fed a lover with just your hands? Closed your eyes and trusted, just trusted? Have you ever thrown a fist full of glitter in the air? Have you ever looked fear in the face and said, "I just don't care?"
He slipped his hands around her waist as she stood in front of his large bay window. She leaned back against him silently, squeezing his fingers as he slipped them firmly between hers.
"Tough day hey," he spoke into her hair, his deep voice making her shiver, his firm hold on her making her want more for the two of them than she'd ever considered.
She nodded turning and resting her head in between his neck and shoulder. He tightened his grip on her, his strong arms around her shoulders and the small of her back.
"I was so worried about you," he admitted quietly, pressing his lips against her temple, "I don't think I've ever felt that scared about losing someone before."
It's only half past, the point of no return. The tip of the iceberg, the sun before the burn. The thunder before the lightning, the breath before the phrase. Have you ever felt this way?
She exhaled strongly, her breath warming his neck, "All I could think was I was in such a rush this morning, I didn't get chance to kiss you goodbye. And then I found myself wondering what if I never got to kiss you again. What if I didn't get the chance to feel your lips against mine? I won't ever go to work without saying goodbye,"
He tucked her hair behind her ears, his mouth finding hers as he lifted her into his arms,
"Take me to bed Sam," she whispered, in-between his kisses,
Have you ever hated yourself for staring at the phone? Your whole life waiting on the ring to prove you're not alone. Have you ever been touched so gently you had to cry? Have you ever invited a stranger to come inside?
Their love making was different that it had been before. His touch was gentler than ever, his mouth hardly leaving hers. She was transfixed by him; by the way he moved above her, the sheet over his hips as the moonlight surrounded his almost perfect form. She woke alone the following morning, wondering if he'd finally decided that she wasn't want he wanted after all.
As she picked up her phone she smiled, "I got called into work, although I'd much rather be lying with you wrapped around me wearing nothing," She laughed lightly, "My bed is cold without you in it," He smiled fondly, "Get some rest, I just rang to let you know I can't stop thinking about you."
It's only half past, the point of oblivion. The hourglass on the table, the walk before the run. The breath before the kiss, and the fear before the flames. Have you ever felt this way?
"Connie," he shouted as loudly as was considered professional,
She spun around in the corridor, "I'm late for a meeting," she replied apologetically, turning and jogging over to him regardless. He smiled, pulling her into his arms as she laughed against his chest,
She kissed him deeply, "I miss you, I can't remember the last time we spent a night together,"
He kissed her mouth strongly, "Don't find someone else will you?"
She laughed and shook her head, "No,"
There you are, sitting in the garden, clutching my coffee, calling me sugar. You called me sugar.
She came home from a long shift, stripping her suit from her body and walking out into the sunshine, closing her eyes and standing still in the fresh air.
"You know, I don't think you should ever wear clothes again," a familiar voice smiled.
She laughed and opened her eyes to see him sat on her garden table, his hands around a cup of hot coffee. She sat gently on his lap, taking the coffee from him and sipping it gratefully before pressing her lips against his, "Sometimes I wonder why I became a doctor. It's still the worse feeling in the world to lose a patient on my table," she sighed,
He nodded, wrapping a loose strand of her curly, clipped up hair around his finger, "Do you know the best feeling in the world?" She smiled, kissing him softly, "Enlighten me,"
He smiled, "Sitting here like this… with you,"
Have you ever wished for an endless night lassoed the moon and the stars and pulled that rope tight? Have you ever, held your breath, and asked yourself will it ever get better than tonight? Tonight.
"What's troubling you?" She asked him as they lay naked outside on her decking, the sun tanning their already golden skin.
"You," he smiled, rolling onto his right side, propping himself up with his elbow. He ran his fingertips across her bare chest and kissed her neck gently,
"The sounds you make as I kiss your neck, the way you curl yourself around me after we've had a hard day, our banter in theatre, your smile… your curly hair falling down from your clip, the way you kiss me so softly before you leave for work, Jesus woman, I can't get you out of my mind,"
She inhaled and ran her fingers through his dark hair,
"I love you Connie, and that scares me,"
She wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her lips against his, "Then we can be scared together, because I love you too."