Title: Just Feel
Author: Mango
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
A/N: Sorry it took so long. I went on vacation for a couple weeks then I had writer's block. Nothing some reviews won't cure. Please review, I would love to hear what you think. The song is "Your Winter" by Sister Hazel.
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Closing the door, Sydney smiled to herself. She felt Vaughn staring at her and didn't even have to look to know he was on the stairs. In truth, she half expected him to say something, anything, to make the moment less intimate. But he didn't, and this made Sydney wonder.
Picking out her new black sundress that was lined with bright blue she slipped it on and examined herself. When she was done applying some subtle make-up she scolded herself. His mother is dead, that was why she was there. Not to win his heart, not to make some other woman jealous, but to be there for him. A small smile crept across her lips as she thought that if she did any of the others when she was there, it wouldn't be her fault. She had pure intentions. Sort of.
Deciding against shoes she ran a comb through her damp hair and headed down the stairs. She paused before entering the kitchen where the two appeared to be talking to gather herself. They seemed to be on a fairly neutral topic so she quietly stepped in and immediately had the attention of both of them
"Hey…" Vaughn said looking at her intensely.
She smiled, and responded. "Hey …" She broke off the stare and glanced over at Annabelle who looked awkward looking at the two. "Wow, is the sun setting already?" She asked neutrally, "I had no idea I was up there for so long."
"Yeah," Vaughn responded. "I went up to check on you earlier but you getting out of the shower." He said, glancing down at his tea his cheeks grew flushed. "Want some tea? I think there's still some left."
"No, thank you." She responded. "Did you want me to start some dinner?"
"Sure" Vaughn said rubbing his stomach like he just realized that he was hungry.
"Annabelle, would you join us?" Sydney asked turning her attention to the other girl. She knew she would decline but she liked being the one who asked hoping she wouldn't see through her façade.
"No, thank you." She responded and added something about not being hungry.
"Are you sure? It would be no trouble." Sydney added hoping it sounded as sugar sweet as it sounded to her.
"Thank you, but I must decline." She said, rising from her seat she looked at Vaughn. "I should be going."
"I'll walk you out." Vaughn told her. Jealousy started to boil in Sydney but she cooled it off enough to add as Annabelle was leaving.
"It was nice to meet you." Annabelle responded with gusto the same, but Sydney was sure it was forced.
Sydney quickly got to work on the pasta sauce she planned on making to avoid listening into the conversation Vaughn and Annabelle were having in the entryway. She was done cutting the tomatoes, the onions, boiling the water and half way through on the fresh basil before she heard the door close.
He walked into the kitchen and got out two glasses. Without asking, as though he knew she would accept he poured two glasses of red wine. When he handed it to her their fingers brushed and she looked at him as if challenging him to tell her that there were no sparks that shot through his spine. "Thank you." She said before bringing the glass to her mouth.
The taste of the rich liquid in her mouth made her sigh and let out a small moan of pleasure. The liquid travelled through her, she licked her lips and she instantly felt better. She looked up at Vaughn and he had not yet taken a drink, or his eyes off of her. She looked down immediately feeling a blush rising to her cheeks and turned to put the pasta in the boiling water.
When she did he turned as well, first he turned the stereo on in the other room and then he turned to set the table. When she accidentally touched her finger to the hot burner she swore. "Damn it!" She, out of reflex, put the finger in her mouth to cool to burn.
"You alright?" Vaughn asked, sneaking up from behind her. She jumped and turned.
"Oh! Yeah, I mean, just burnt my finger. It's nothing." Before she could argue he took her hand and led her over to the sink where he ran cold water over the swollen red wound. "Really, I'm fine." she insisted. "I've had much worse." She smiled looking at him.
"I know," he said while drying her finger off. He then lifted her finger to his lips, kissing the wound trying to make her forget it ever existed. And it worked. He was staring at her with those emerald eyes that bore into her.
"Oh! The pasta!" She said flustered. She could see the smile of satisfaction grow across Vaughn's face and silently cursed herself.
Dinner was served and was eaten mostly in silence with the occasional comment on her finger or the dinner.
When they had finished she stacked the dishes and returned table where she cradled her wine glass, favouring her wounded finger. He took her hand again and stood up. She followed his lead, thinking he was going to bandage her finger. She started to protest but he silenced her with a finger to her lips. He brought her to the living room where the music was originating from, no lights were on, except for the half a dozen lit candles. He pulled her into his arms where they began to dance.
The grey ceiling on the earth
Well it's lasted for a while
Take my thoughts for what they're worth
I've been acting like a child
In your opinion, and what is that?
It's just a different point of view
What else can I do?
I said I'm sorry, yeah I'm sorry.
I said I'm sorry , but for?
If I hurt you then I hate myself
Don't want to hate myself, don't want to hurt you
Why do you chew your pain?
If you only know how much I love you, love you
I won't be your winter
I won't be anyone's excuse to cry
We can be forgiven
I will be here
The old picture on the shelf
Well it's been there for a while
A frozen image of ourselves
We are acting like a child
Innocent and in a trance
A dance that lasted for a while
You read my eyes just like your diary,
oh remember, please remember
Well, I'm not a beggar, but what's more
If I hurt you, then I hate myself, don't want to hurt you
Why do you chew your pain?
If you only knew how much I love you
She wasn't sure if it was the wine or the situation but she felt like this wouldn't be the last time she would be in this house, in his arms. She allowed her head to rest on his shoulder and relished in the feel of his breath on her neck.
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