Title: Untitled
Author: The Crazy One
Disclaimer: I own nothing. So stop bugging me!!!
Start of story:
She woke with a start, sitting up in her bed, making the old springs squeak. Her sister turned over in her own bed across the small room.
"Dream?" she asked. The older sister just nodded. She couldn't remember when it had become her sister that she began confiding in. "Wanna talk about it?"
"No. It's nothing. Just memories." But she was still shaken, and her sister knew it. They weren't just any memories. They were from that night, when she had lost what had been left of her innocence, and she had lost the love of her life.
She hadn't thought about that night in...God only knew how long. Until the dreams had started.
And it wasn't even the memory of his touch, that still made her flesh tingle and her lips burn for his, that left her gasping for breath once she woke. It was the last image she saw, an image that her head screamed had never happened, and yet her heart told her otherwise. It was a glimpse of them kissing, near a beach she had practicly lived on during the summer, before her lfie changed. But the part that left her gasping was the sunlight pouring down from above, tangling in his rich, dark, thick hair. It was the taste of his warm lips on hers, his sensual touch that made her body burn with a wanting she hadn't felt in anyone else's arms.
It was the undying love his eyes blazed with, his kisses tasted of, his hands hinted at.
Halfway around the world, a figure tossed and turned restlessly. It was her frightened eyes that wouldn't let him sleep that day. It was the way she glared at him after he had come to her town and beat the shit out of her boyfriend. It was Andrew's comment, "Don't you get it? Nobody in our camp trusts you," that wouldn't let him sleep.
He knew now that his actions had been wrong. He regretted them, towards both the love of his existence, and his son. And he would have gladly walked away from the damned law firm, if only he could be certain that she'd take him back.
"Nobody in our camp trusts you."
He rolled over in the large bed in the penthouse Wolfram and Hart had provided for him, trying to get some sleep. She didn't trust him, so why would she take him back?
"Angel." She murmured as she slid under the covers, trying to get her breath under control, her emotions, so she could get some sleep. He had left her, and he wasn't coming back for her.
Author: The Crazy One
Disclaimer: I own nothing. So stop bugging me!!!
Start of story:
She woke with a start, sitting up in her bed, making the old springs squeak. Her sister turned over in her own bed across the small room.
"Dream?" she asked. The older sister just nodded. She couldn't remember when it had become her sister that she began confiding in. "Wanna talk about it?"
"No. It's nothing. Just memories." But she was still shaken, and her sister knew it. They weren't just any memories. They were from that night, when she had lost what had been left of her innocence, and she had lost the love of her life.
She hadn't thought about that night in...God only knew how long. Until the dreams had started.
And it wasn't even the memory of his touch, that still made her flesh tingle and her lips burn for his, that left her gasping for breath once she woke. It was the last image she saw, an image that her head screamed had never happened, and yet her heart told her otherwise. It was a glimpse of them kissing, near a beach she had practicly lived on during the summer, before her lfie changed. But the part that left her gasping was the sunlight pouring down from above, tangling in his rich, dark, thick hair. It was the taste of his warm lips on hers, his sensual touch that made her body burn with a wanting she hadn't felt in anyone else's arms.
It was the undying love his eyes blazed with, his kisses tasted of, his hands hinted at.
Halfway around the world, a figure tossed and turned restlessly. It was her frightened eyes that wouldn't let him sleep that day. It was the way she glared at him after he had come to her town and beat the shit out of her boyfriend. It was Andrew's comment, "Don't you get it? Nobody in our camp trusts you," that wouldn't let him sleep.
He knew now that his actions had been wrong. He regretted them, towards both the love of his existence, and his son. And he would have gladly walked away from the damned law firm, if only he could be certain that she'd take him back.
"Nobody in our camp trusts you."
He rolled over in the large bed in the penthouse Wolfram and Hart had provided for him, trying to get some sleep. She didn't trust him, so why would she take him back?
"Angel." She murmured as she slid under the covers, trying to get her breath under control, her emotions, so she could get some sleep. He had left her, and he wasn't coming back for her.