It was her eyes that kept him tethered to her. (If this was drowning, he didn't want to breathe.)
He knew she watched him just like he watched her. They had done so for years, both finding a sort of solace in the fact. Of course, from a professional standpoint, that was what partners did. Keep a look out. Watch for any signs of danger. But it was more than that. Her gaze kept him grounded. (If this was the ocean, he had no need for land.)
Sometimes they were stormy, but mostly they were a refuge. A refuge from life, from sadness and sometimes from himself. If he ever needed to know if he was worthy of anything good, all he had to do was look in her eyes. If he ever needed to know if she wanted him, all he had to do was bury himself inside her, tip her chin up and focus on her, on the way she opened her eyes on him and told him without words everything he'd ever wanted to be true. Like the center of a flame, her true fire rested in her eyes. (If this was burning, he never wanted rescued.)
Deep Blue.
-b&b-
Ingredients:
3 cl Vodka (Absolut)
1 cl Blue Curacao (Bols)
2 cl Champagne
1 blue Maraschino cherry
Mixing instructions:
Vodka and Blue Curacao are stirred on ice and then topped with champagne. Place a blue cocktail cherry in the bottom of the glass.