AN: This chapter is brought to you by the letter "J." I hope you'll enjoy it. Love to all the reviewers!
To Carl Rahl: Sorry I couldn't use your suggestion, but the title of that movie just didn't work for what I'm doing with this project. I do plan to write a one-shot using the idea you suggested, though. So thanks for the suggestion!
Please R&R!
Just Like Heaven
She's an angel. He's sure of it. No ordinary girl could be so beautiful.
Her skin is alabaster. Fair and flawless. Untouched by time.
Her lips are rose petals. Soft as velvet. Red as blood. Glossy with moisture like morning dew.
Her hair is obsidian. Sleek, and smooth. Black, with wild explosions of color playing in the light. Rainbows hidden in its fathomless depths.
Her eyes are the night sky. So dark, but shining with the light of millions of blazing stars. He gazes into them in wonder and sees galaxies glittering there.
Her dark features stand stark against the white cloud that surrounds her. She beckons him, and he joins her. The cloud is soft. Fluffy. Warm and safe. Just like heaven.
She smiles at him, and her smile sparkles like diamonds in sunlight. Blinding yet mesmerizing. Her beauty is almost too much for his mortal eyes to behold, but he can't look away.
He's no longer on earth. He can't feel the ground beneath him. Can't feel gravity holding him down. He's soaring in her arms. He's left the world behind, and he doesn't regret it. He's headed toward something wonderful. Something unimaginable. Something…perfect. Just like heaven.
He touches her, and she radiates the sun's warmth. It penetrates his soul. Sparks fly like summer lightning where his skin meets hers, sending jolts of electric bliss throughout his body. He trembles with anticipation, eagerness, and maybe a tiny hint of fear.
He tastes her like warm honey on his tongue. She whispers to him, her breath a gentle breeze laden with fragrant honeysuckle. Fresh as spring rain.
Her voice is melodic like birdsong. It floods his mind, drowning out every other sound. Three simple words from her sweet mouth bring him more joy than he's ever felt before.
He soars higher and higher with her, forgetting the world and everyone in it. All that matters is her. She is everywhere. Beneath him. Surrounding him. Nothing exists but her. He is losing himself in her, and he doesn't care.
He melds with her, and every heartache he's ever known is forgotten. Every sadness erased from his memory. He knows nothing but happiness. Peace and love and pleasure. Just like heaven.
She takes him to the summit—the highest peak in the universe—and he cries out as he finds the fulfillment he has sought all his life. He hears her musical voice calling his name ("Freddie!") as he hangs suspended at the height of pleasure. And in this moment—this one, infinite moment—he swears he hears the dulcet harmonies of heaven's angelic choir.
He breathes her name ("Carly") as he floats in her star-filled eyes, slowly descending from the mountaintop they shared. He rests his head beside hers on the fluffy white pillow and pulls the soft white sheet over them. He returns those three words she gave him earlier ("I love you") as he slips into the cocoon of her embrace. Satisfaction and contentment fill him as the warmth of her love washes over him.
Just like heaven.