What Would Happen? by Lady Murasaki (sylver_wind@yahoo.com)
I must have drunk too much tonight, faces keep going in and out of focus. So many people and I don't even know most of them anyway. Just another bunch of politicians - just another nuisance. I make my way through the brightly dressed crowd, feeling distinctly alienated. That wine must have really gone to my head this time. I consider stepping out onto the terrace to get some air when I spot *him*... My heart does a wild flip-flop as I run through the possibilities of why he'd bother to show up here tonight. Failing to come up with a reason, I choose to observe him discreetly, hoping he won't notice me staring. He must have read my thoughts because he suddenly turns and looks straight at me, sending shivers down my spine.
// Electricity, eye to eye
// Hey don't I know you
// I can't speak
I haven't seen him in several years; he hasn't changed at all - the same lithe grace, the same quiet air of seduction. I can't believe that after all this time he still makes my knees go weak with one glance. Hell, I wish I could hide somewhere, but before I even attempt to do so, he starts walking in my direction. Our eyes meet again when he's only a few feet away and I feel hypnotized; I feel like I'm falling.
// Stripped my senses
// On the spot
// I've never been defenseless
// I can't even make sense of this
// You speak and I don't hear a word
He smiles.
***
We are standing on the terrace, side by side, engaging in some inane conversation. That's the best kind, really, the kind that does not require any brainwork - the perfect kind, since I'm not listening to a word he's saying. All that keeps going through my mind is the times we were together - before. He seems oblivious - maybe I'm just hiding my thoughts well. He asks me something about what I have been up to in these past years. It takes me a moment to snap back into the present. All I can think of is....
// What would happen if we kissed
// Would your tongue slip past my lips
// Would you run away, would you stay
He leans closer to me and...
"Do you miss us?"
My breath catches in my throat; I cannot do anything but stare at him helplessly. What should I say, where should I begin? I must not tell him how lost I've felt all this time. Without the feel of his skin next to mine, his lips on mine, our limbs intertwined, our breaths mingling after - after.... How I felt cold and numb without the heat of passion between us to keep me alive.
// Or would I melt into you
// Mouth to mouth, lust to lust
// Spontaneously combust
I had thought it for the best when we decided to part our ways. I'd become too dependent on him, too obsessed, and too involved. I thought I had gotten over him when apparently all it took to rekindle the passion was one look at him. I'm pathetic, I know -
God only knows how much time we spent standing there, on that terrace, watching the stars. The party inside forgotten, I am spinning, slowly drowning in the memories of the times past. Sounds of music come drifting to us, and he leans closer and closer until our shoulders are practically touching, sending little jolts of electricity through me.
// The room is spinning out of control
// Act like you didn't notice
// Brushed my hand
I bet he knows exactly what he is doing to me.
***
He decided to come back into my life just as suddenly as he left it three years ago. He seems to think nothing has changed - that we can simply pick up the pieces and start again right where we left off. And with every time I see him, my resolve not to get involved weakens. I long - I long for -
// What would happen if we kissed
I must have drunk too much tonight, faces keep going in and out of focus. So many people and I don't even know most of them anyway. Just another bunch of politicians - just another nuisance. I make my way through the brightly dressed crowd, feeling distinctly alienated. That wine must have really gone to my head this time. I consider stepping out onto the terrace to get some air when I spot *him*... My heart does a wild flip-flop as I run through the possibilities of why he'd bother to show up here tonight. Failing to come up with a reason, I choose to observe him discreetly, hoping he won't notice me staring. He must have read my thoughts because he suddenly turns and looks straight at me, sending shivers down my spine.
// Electricity, eye to eye
// Hey don't I know you
// I can't speak
I haven't seen him in several years; he hasn't changed at all - the same lithe grace, the same quiet air of seduction. I can't believe that after all this time he still makes my knees go weak with one glance. Hell, I wish I could hide somewhere, but before I even attempt to do so, he starts walking in my direction. Our eyes meet again when he's only a few feet away and I feel hypnotized; I feel like I'm falling.
// Stripped my senses
// On the spot
// I've never been defenseless
// I can't even make sense of this
// You speak and I don't hear a word
He smiles.
***
We are standing on the terrace, side by side, engaging in some inane conversation. That's the best kind, really, the kind that does not require any brainwork - the perfect kind, since I'm not listening to a word he's saying. All that keeps going through my mind is the times we were together - before. He seems oblivious - maybe I'm just hiding my thoughts well. He asks me something about what I have been up to in these past years. It takes me a moment to snap back into the present. All I can think of is....
// What would happen if we kissed
// Would your tongue slip past my lips
// Would you run away, would you stay
He leans closer to me and...
"Do you miss us?"
My breath catches in my throat; I cannot do anything but stare at him helplessly. What should I say, where should I begin? I must not tell him how lost I've felt all this time. Without the feel of his skin next to mine, his lips on mine, our limbs intertwined, our breaths mingling after - after.... How I felt cold and numb without the heat of passion between us to keep me alive.
// Or would I melt into you
// Mouth to mouth, lust to lust
// Spontaneously combust
I had thought it for the best when we decided to part our ways. I'd become too dependent on him, too obsessed, and too involved. I thought I had gotten over him when apparently all it took to rekindle the passion was one look at him. I'm pathetic, I know -
God only knows how much time we spent standing there, on that terrace, watching the stars. The party inside forgotten, I am spinning, slowly drowning in the memories of the times past. Sounds of music come drifting to us, and he leans closer and closer until our shoulders are practically touching, sending little jolts of electricity through me.
// The room is spinning out of control
// Act like you didn't notice
// Brushed my hand
I bet he knows exactly what he is doing to me.
***
He decided to come back into my life just as suddenly as he left it three years ago. He seems to think nothing has changed - that we can simply pick up the pieces and start again right where we left off. And with every time I see him, my resolve not to get involved weakens. I long - I long for -
// What would happen if we kissed