Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, their Joss' (lucky little bastard)
Rating: PG
Sometimes the world spins so fast you think you're going to get hurdled off into space. It feels like that a lot lately. Ever since I saw her I knew I wanted to be near her. She made me want to show my face, to bear my eyes for the world to see the utter depths of my soul. She is so open with her feelings and her thoughts, standing up for what's right. At the first violent contact in the hall I knew I wanted more. I disguised the contact of my hands on her waist as common courtesy as we raced down the stairs. A few touches of the elbow to urge her in her pathetic attempts to save us. She didn't know, I did. I could see it in her eyes. The unbridled magick writhing in an attempt to find a way out. She couldn't channel the power that flowed through her like endorphines. I could. Entwining our finders and looking into our eyes I harnessed the raging energy inside her and silently directed it's force. Safe at last. She looked at me, was she scared? Angry? Shocked? I couldn't tell. I watched in awe as her perfect lips opened, panting for air. The corners of her mouth twiched upward in an open-mouthed simle. She was breathing heavily hand slowly tilting her head like a confused puppy. She looked at our hands with her round eyes, then at me, and at our hands again, and again. We leaned together so quickly I thought we would collide. Suddenly we stopped, our faces only centimeters apart above our still-linked hands. Time was moving so slow, yet everything blurred around us in a rush of speed. Our lips brushed, and I could feel her relax, her eyes close. Static pulled our lips together, making us one. We said so much without voicing a sound.
Rating: PG
Sometimes the world spins so fast you think you're going to get hurdled off into space. It feels like that a lot lately. Ever since I saw her I knew I wanted to be near her. She made me want to show my face, to bear my eyes for the world to see the utter depths of my soul. She is so open with her feelings and her thoughts, standing up for what's right. At the first violent contact in the hall I knew I wanted more. I disguised the contact of my hands on her waist as common courtesy as we raced down the stairs. A few touches of the elbow to urge her in her pathetic attempts to save us. She didn't know, I did. I could see it in her eyes. The unbridled magick writhing in an attempt to find a way out. She couldn't channel the power that flowed through her like endorphines. I could. Entwining our finders and looking into our eyes I harnessed the raging energy inside her and silently directed it's force. Safe at last. She looked at me, was she scared? Angry? Shocked? I couldn't tell. I watched in awe as her perfect lips opened, panting for air. The corners of her mouth twiched upward in an open-mouthed simle. She was breathing heavily hand slowly tilting her head like a confused puppy. She looked at our hands with her round eyes, then at me, and at our hands again, and again. We leaned together so quickly I thought we would collide. Suddenly we stopped, our faces only centimeters apart above our still-linked hands. Time was moving so slow, yet everything blurred around us in a rush of speed. Our lips brushed, and I could feel her relax, her eyes close. Static pulled our lips together, making us one. We said so much without voicing a sound.