A/N: This is a little song-fic. I was just listening to Massive Attack's "Teardrop". Damn, that song can always get me in a mood! If you haven't heard the song, all you should know is that Liz Fraser does amazing vocals, like swaying in cotton wool, and the rhythm is constructed from heartbeats. Think that when you're reading.
Disclaimer: "Teardrop" is written by Robert Dej Naja, Grant Marshall, Andrew Vowles and Elizabeth Fraser. "The West Wing" and all its characters belong to Aaron Sorkin and those-whose-names-I-can't-ever-remember.
# Stumbling a little #
Love, love is a verb
Love is a doing word
Fearless on my breath
I can feel your heartbeats, beating, beating, thumbing. Under your chest, under my hand. So it keeps beating, beating, thumbing. Vivid. It beats the rhythm of the rain pounding against my window.
Gentle impulsion
Shakes me makes me lighter
Fearless on my breath
The kiss is lighter than a feather. Lips touch, yours against mine, skin against skin. When we part, I say something, I can't understand my words, but it makes you smile. The dimples stop hiding. I can feel your warm breath on my face, flowing under my skin. Smile and hold me tighter.
Teardrop on the fire
Fearless on my breath
Breathe a word, breathe some. Words, they don't matter but they tell me that you're really here. Not a dream, not an illusion of my wandering mind. You take off your coat, place it on the chair. Your hand touches my cheek, the other hand takes mine. Pulls me closer. Smile, it makes me lighter.
Water is my eye
Most faithful mirror
Fearless on my breath
Give away your barriers, give away your hiding place, give away the role you play. Pull me closer, hold me near. Your lips touch my hair, gentle touch that can come nowhere near where I want it to be.
Teardrop on the fire of a confession
Fearless on my breath
Most faithful mirror
Fearless on my breath
It took too many years to finally get the truth out of us. Truth can't be shut in prisons, truth can't be put in drawers, you can't hide the truth. It always comes out, pushing its way out from the shadows, fighting through the obstacles. Sooner or later.
Touch me. Let me touch you. Skin against skin. You don't have to say the words if you don't want to. You can say the words if you want to. Even still I know they're there.
Stumbling a little
Stumbling a little
Your gaze touches me, from the top of my head it slides down. Your hand follows its invisible trace.
So I keep stumbling a little. Stumbling a little. Over my words, over my steps. Stumbling a little. It doesn't really matter. You keep me close, in your arms, hold me steady, I can stumble. Hold me tight so that I can stumble over my love.
Love, love is a verb
Love is a doing word
Fearless on my breath