Rhythm
A/N: Drrrrrabble.
Disclaimer: No own. Bye.
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The endless, mindless whirl of the slowdance...
Never a step taken backwards or forwards, only in the perpetual circle. Three-hundred and sixty degrees of swirling and pivoting, with nothing to do and nowhere to go, just pointless movement to the pulsating beat of the music.
Her touch is light, and her smile is timid. Is she afraid?
No, she's merely too happy for words, and her hand wraps around his neck. See, they're both happy, and both in that same swirl of nothingness.
His smile is awkward, and his step clumsy; still, he tries to better himself as the music continues, even though it is obvious that she does not care.
You cannot truly care about something so trivial when you are in love.
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Her breath comes in gasps now. His, too. Neither of them seem to notice the sweat on their bodies, or the cold air on their naked flesh. Only the mind-blowing heat and waves of pleasure reach them now.
Her eyes widen and she makes a loud, low sound. Long, dark lashes frame her eyes as they close and her entire body tenses. Muscles contract and the smallest of noises escapes her lips---another gasp.
And then his body quakes. He lets out some sort of a grunt, but remains focused.
One minute, two minutes... Her eyes open and watch him, and one hand touches his face. He gives her a strained smile before wincing and groaning. Her eyes close and she, too, flinches.
Suddenly, he falls.
Her gasp is barely audible as she turns to look over at him, and he is panting. One eye cracks open and he smiles at her, reaching out to take her hand in his larger one.
The rhythm is achieved and lost.
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The crack is heard first. Air being displaced, then forced back, causing that terrible sound.
Her eyes open wide, in shock. His hands grasp at her shoulders, trying to understand.
Nothing.
Tears form, and her eyes close, dark lashes stained with watery droplets. Her head droops. His eyes widen.
Nothing.
The dance has been broken. Sound stops completely, if just for that minute. Words fail him, and he can only remember the harsh words he'd spoken previously.
Beautiful, he'd said once.
He cradles the empty shell to his heart, trying to catch even the last beat of her heart to his. That rhythm... were they one?
Nothing...
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He saw her again.
His eyes light up, and he steps forward to marvel again. His heartbeat changes, and the old rhythm is back.
The touch of his hand on her face, the coolness below, and he knew it was wrong. The want resurfaced.
His doll shed no tears. No sadness would reach her.
The rhythm changed.
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A/N: Drrrrrabble.
Disclaimer: No own. Bye.
*******
The endless, mindless whirl of the slowdance...
Never a step taken backwards or forwards, only in the perpetual circle. Three-hundred and sixty degrees of swirling and pivoting, with nothing to do and nowhere to go, just pointless movement to the pulsating beat of the music.
Her touch is light, and her smile is timid. Is she afraid?
No, she's merely too happy for words, and her hand wraps around his neck. See, they're both happy, and both in that same swirl of nothingness.
His smile is awkward, and his step clumsy; still, he tries to better himself as the music continues, even though it is obvious that she does not care.
You cannot truly care about something so trivial when you are in love.
*******
Her breath comes in gasps now. His, too. Neither of them seem to notice the sweat on their bodies, or the cold air on their naked flesh. Only the mind-blowing heat and waves of pleasure reach them now.
Her eyes widen and she makes a loud, low sound. Long, dark lashes frame her eyes as they close and her entire body tenses. Muscles contract and the smallest of noises escapes her lips---another gasp.
And then his body quakes. He lets out some sort of a grunt, but remains focused.
One minute, two minutes... Her eyes open and watch him, and one hand touches his face. He gives her a strained smile before wincing and groaning. Her eyes close and she, too, flinches.
Suddenly, he falls.
Her gasp is barely audible as she turns to look over at him, and he is panting. One eye cracks open and he smiles at her, reaching out to take her hand in his larger one.
The rhythm is achieved and lost.
*******
The crack is heard first. Air being displaced, then forced back, causing that terrible sound.
Her eyes open wide, in shock. His hands grasp at her shoulders, trying to understand.
Nothing.
Tears form, and her eyes close, dark lashes stained with watery droplets. Her head droops. His eyes widen.
Nothing.
The dance has been broken. Sound stops completely, if just for that minute. Words fail him, and he can only remember the harsh words he'd spoken previously.
Beautiful, he'd said once.
He cradles the empty shell to his heart, trying to catch even the last beat of her heart to his. That rhythm... were they one?
Nothing...
*******
He saw her again.
His eyes light up, and he steps forward to marvel again. His heartbeat changes, and the old rhythm is back.
The touch of his hand on her face, the coolness below, and he knew it was wrong. The want resurfaced.
His doll shed no tears. No sadness would reach her.
The rhythm changed.
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