I…I said it. God. I don't even remember the last time…Yes I do. I said it to my parents. Right before I lost them.
Right before I lost everything.
…..
"I love you. I love you so much I can't…I can't breathe I just…when you touch me, I…I love you."
Michelle dimly realized that she was still talking. Actually, babbling would probably be a more accurate description. Stupid, stupid words were just pouring out and if God was listening then he should really make Michael stop her right this second before she got any stupider.
But Michael just stared down at her. He didn't blink, he didn't breathe, he just gazed at her with that look in his eyes. That look that made her want to keep talking even though she really knew that it was definitely time to stop.
"…and I just…really…I do. Yeah. Um." Her face flushed hotly and she looked down, trying to escape Michael's piercing eyes. She shifted in his arms, suddenly desperate for distance. He didn't budge. Embarrassed tears pricked her eyes and she groaned with frustration. "Michael!" she finally snapped.
The angel jolted. His eyes cleared of shock and he pulled her close again, but his arms were gentle now. His thumb grazed her jaw and she ducked her chin down further, determined not to show him her burning face. She felt Michael's chest rumble with quiet laughter and wanted to die.
"Do you still not trust me?' he asked softly.
Michelle sighed exasperatedly and forced herself to look up at him defiantly. And felt her anger melt.
He was smiling. The corners of his mouth barely turning up, as though he didn't even realize he was smiling but he simply couldn't stop himself. She thought she could drown in the comfortable ocean blue of his eyes; so warm and almost glowing with emotion more steel hard and lasting than the stony duty that had guided his protection of her in their first days, and more penetrating and profound than the burning passion that had been their first kiss. She felt the same emotion swell within her and found she couldn't speak. It wasn't exactly love, although love was a part of it. It was more than love. It was everything.
It was faith.
Faith in his heart pressed to hers saying every beat is for you.
In his arms wrapped around her saying I will always be here to hold you and fight alongside you.
His eyes meeting hers saying I see everything in you and it is beautiful.
His mouth a breath away not saying anything at all, but God in heaven, she could spend the rest of her life kissing it.
"Michelle…" He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, his hand lingering on her skin. "We're on the rooftop of a library in the middle of hell."
Michelle blinked up at him.
What?!
Her stomach dropped and she tried to pull away again, humiliated. He laughed and swung her up into his arms, crushing his mouth to hers when she tried to protest. Michelle clung to him weakly until he finally decided to lift his head for air. His blue eyes glinted teasingly.
"I was just suggesting that we finish this inside," he smiled, his voice low and dark.
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Alright, I have a decision to make and I'm leaving it up to you. Should I dabble in more…uh, mature writing, or keep it relatively clean like I have so far? They're gonna sleep together, but it's up to you how much more information you get about that ;P
Message or review to cast your vote!
Much luv,
Rogue