He never got the chance to finish that sentence.
She didn't want to hear it.
Between the sorrow in his voice and the regret in his eyes, she didn't want to know how he was going to end it.
She lunged toward him, out of her seat, her free hand wrapping around the back of his neck, connecting her lips to his with more than a little force.
The tears did not let up, and the sobs shook her body with greater force.
Two hands slowly ran down her back, settling at her hips, pulling her into his lap.
She poured everything into her kiss – every word left unsaid, every tear left unwept, every desire left unmet.
She broke the contact and buried her head in his neck. His hands stayed on her hips, pulling her flush against him, his kiss continuing down her neck and across her collar-bone.
Oh, God…
He was there, under her hands, against her body.
Beyond that, she was having some difficulty in stringing together coherent thoughts.
She slumped forward, relaxing into him, fingers toying with the hair at the nape of his neck, enjoying his scent.
Enjoying the way she fit with him – fit in his arms.
Like it was only yesterday…
She felt him still beneath her, felt his tears wet her neck, his hands firmly holding her in place.
A small smile curled her lips, and her heart twisted inside her chest.
She knew that in moments, his hands would begin to creep up under her shirt.
She knew that she would melt, would burn at his touch.
She knew that this would finish – that they would finish – in a pile of tangled limbs, more an exhausted, weeping mess than simply sweaty and satisifed, somewhere between here and his bed.
And she knew that if now was all she had, now was what she'd take.
He began to un-tuck the hem of her shirt, began to trail a hand up her back.
He relished the soft, almost smooth skin he found there, taking his time to trace over each scar – some he had memorised, some were altogether unfamiliar.
A low, soft moan parted her lips, and her hands gripped the back of his neck.
Running a free hand up her side, he slowly pushed her back – just far enough to look her in the eye.
He didn't deserve her - he never had.
He brushed back her hair, and wiped away a tear with his thumb.
"Stay with me."
His voice was thick in his throat, strangled by emotion.
This was his prayer – his plea.
Stay with me.
Tonight.
Forever.
Always.
A/N: So, this started as a one-shot, and then got turned into a two-shot, and then I got a little carried away.
If you think I could carry it a little further, let me know and chime in below with any ideas.
I'd like to hear what you think…
