TITLE: Bent
AUTHOR: Ben is Glory
RATING: PG-13
DISCLAIMER: Joss is God, not me. And the song is by Matchbox Twenty. Go worship them. Now.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This was stuck in my head, and I finally got it out. Yay. Thank you to Lauren who always betas my stuff. You are the best, girl.
FEEDBACK: Pretty please. I'm willing to offer cash incentives ;D
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Eleven PM, and she was on patrol. Walking and thinking. About life. About him.
If I fall along the way
Pick me up and dust me off
And if I get too tired to make it
Be my breath so I can walk
Eleven PM, and he was in his crypt. Playing the guitar and singing. About life. About her.
If I need some other love
Give me more than I can stand
And when my smile gets old and faded
Wait around I'll smile again
One minute passed, and she stopped. How did this happen? She knew it was her fault, and that she was using him. But it felt right. As perverse as it was, it was right, and she felt whole when she was with him. She felt alive.
Shouldn't be so complicated
Just hold me and then
Just hold me again
One minute passed, and he stopped playing. How did this happen? He knew it was because of her, and that something was wrong. But it felt right. He knew it was wrong, and it was right, and he felt different when he was with her. He felt alive.
Can you help me I'm bent
I'm so scared that I'll never
Get put back together
Another moment gone, and she entered the graveyard. She faintly heard a tune off in the distance. She closed her eyes; let the music flow over her. Her eyes opened, and she continued on her way.
You're breaking me in
And this is how we will end
With you and me bent
Another moment gone, and he remained on the bed. He was enchanted by his own sound. He closed his eyes; let the music flow over him. His eyes opened, and he continued playing.
If I couldn't sleep could you sleep
Could you paint me better off
Could you sympathize with my needs
I know you think I need a lot
Sixty seconds later she was still there. The song was a bit clearer now, and she could tell she was getting close. She kept going.
I started out clean but I'm jaded
Just phoning it in
Just breaking the skin
Sixty seconds later her was still there. The song was almost over now, and he could tell he was getting close. He kept singing.
Can you help me I'm bent
I'm so scared that I'll never
Get put back together
The next minute came, and she found him. She watched carefully through a window at the figure inside. He was playing a song. It was for her.
You're breaking me in
And this is how we will end
With you and me bent
The next minute came, and he still had not been found. He moved his fingers carefully at the task at hand. He was playing a song. It was for her.
Start bending me
It's never enough
I feel all your pieces
Five after eleven, and she crept through the door. His back was to her; he had no idea she was there. She watched him with tears in her eyes as she moved across the room. And then she was kissing him.
Start bending me
Keep bending me until I'm completely broken in
Five after eleven, and he sat belting out his song. His back was to her; he had no idea she was there. He strummed his guitar with tears in his eyes as she moved across the room. And then she was kissing him.
Shouldn't be so complicated
Just touch me and then
Just touch me again
The last minute, and she was lost in passion. The feel of his touch, his skin, his lips. They were making love, and it was beautiful, and it was real. And she was alive.
Can you help me I'm bent
I'm so scared that I'll never
Get put back together
The last minute, and he was lost in passion. The feel of her touch, her skin, her lips. They were making love, and it was beautiful, and it was real. And he was alive.
You're breaking me in
And this is how we will end
With you and me bent