Just one kiss and I'm alive
One kiss and I'm ready to die
If someone asked Stephen Dene to describe the word 'beautiful,' he would give one definition: Rory Deveaux. Likewise, if anyone had asked him to describe Rory in a single word, he would tell you that the only word to describe her perfectly would be 'beautiful.'
Stephen had woken before her and now lay on his side watching Rory sleep, gently caressing her arm with his fingers. She lay with a smile on her face and it thrilled him to know that he had put that smile there, along with the blush which still shone faintly on her cheeks. He smiled, still completely in awe at how perfect she was and how lucky he was to have her. Beautiful was truly the best word to describe her. Beautiful in every way. He looked over her shoulder to the clock on the bedside table. It was 8:50am. He decided to let her sleep for a few more minutes. She had told him to wake her when he woke but they had both had a late night. They had been out until nearly midnight on a call and they were all tired when they got back in. "Go straight to sleep you two," Callum had said with a laugh and they both agreed. But the moment they were in their room and Rory began kissing him passionately, they both realised they weren't as tired as they thought and as they fell onto their bed, they both knew sleep was going to be a couple of hours away.
He brushed a stray stand of hair from her face and carefully tucked it behind her ear. She murmured happily in her sleep and cuddled closer to him. He closed his eyes and let his mind wander back to their first kiss. His very first kiss. She had been through so much, she was worried and upset and yet she wanted to kiss him. His heart went to his mouth and then out through his feet when she placed her hand on his bare chest, the warmth of it radiating through his body and making him forget about the dull headache he had. That bloody headache. But she was scared and upset so when she closed the gap, he did the hardest thing he ever had to do. He gently said her name in quiet protest. He drove his car straight into another one not an hour before that but that wasn't as hard as trying the gently dissuade Rory from kissing him. He didn't mean it and she knew that. Deep down he knew that her mind couldn't be changed and he thanked everything that might exist for that. But was he trying to stop it because she was upset or because he was scared? He had never kissed anyone before whereas she had Jerome. She knew what a good kiss felt like. What if he was terrible? What if he let her down?
The moment their lips met for the first time, he knew it was fear. But it disappeared at that first gentle touch and he let it out in a sigh before closing his lips around hers. He had been wanting this for so long but he had resisted because he thought he shouldn't. But each time they pulled away only to meet for a longer kiss made him more confident, less fearful, less unsure. His hand even slipped under her top so that he could feel the warmth of her skin and the scar which proved how strong she truly was, and the gentle, quiet and utterly beautiful moan she gave against his mouth only made him want her more. He wanted to make her make more sounds like that. But Callum had walked in. And nothing had been the same after that. He remembered going to sleep that night thinking about her and knowing that he could die happy because he had finally kissed Rory Deveaux. The irony was bitter.
He felt her stir next to him and opened his eyes once more. It was 9:10am and he realised he had been starting to dose off again. Rory stirred again, and he gently whispered her name.
"Rory?" He stroked her cheek softly. "Rory?"
"Hmmmm?"
"Good morning."
She groaned and stretched before smiling at him. "Good morning."
"Did you sleep well?"
She groaned happily before pressing herself against him. Her voice was husky. "I slept very well."
"Good." He gave her a small kiss, just as perfect as every other kiss they had ever shared, and smiled at her.
"What time is it?"
He looked over her shoulder again. "Quarter past nine."
"Hmmm, well I don't think they're expecting us up for a little while..." She laid her leg over his as her voice dropped to a whisper, "and I can think of something to pass the time. It certainly feels like you can too."
He chuckled slightly before pulling her leg tighter around his waist, both of them moaning softly at the contact.
"I like the way you think."
Beautiful truly was the only word.
Oh and you're so beautiful
My darling
