Author: Treesh Aradia
Pairing: Eli and Grace
Summary: An account of the days before a Thursday.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Don't sue.
Dedicated to Gyre, the fab gal who has the horrible task of helping me beta read. This one's for ya!
Kiss Cycle"So why do you come?" I asked her. She said nothing, did nothing. Not even smile. Although she seemed happy, there was a vague sense hopelessness hanging about herand I wanted nothing more than to kiss her. But she's faster than me, seizing my lips and enrapturing them hungrily; until neither of us knew where one ended and the other began.
But like every other Thursday night, we stop and stare at each other before she leaves my room. A slow linger of her fingers on my face, a hand reluctant to leave the surface of the door before she is gone. Gone so fast that I still feel her lips on mine. Gone so fast I have to wonder- will this Thursday be the last?
Friday mornings and Friday in general are met with silence from the both of us. A moody quiet that leaves only the feeling of awkwardness, especially when the entire family's too caught up in savoring the prospects a weekend brings. I suppose it's a good thing or they'd see us both...a little bit too quiet. Quieter than our usual disposition would allow.
Our eyes never meet on Fridays.
Saturday, a day where things resemble something more normal. A period of 24 hours in between a Thursday and Saturday leave room for denial to set in. A time for reluctant promises to ourselves…
'No, we cannot do it again.'
Sunday. A blank. A day filled with other things besides a Thursday… A little room for the other things that equal life. Despite the fact that in the back of our heads is still a Thursday.
Monday comes aroundand we start to talk. Little greetings and hellos that overshadow the secret we both keep within us, an act we keep up to escape questioning minds.
Tuesday comes by and we ponder what tomorrow will be like, especially the day after that. By the end of supper we conclude that 'it's over'.
Wednesday morning seems like a Monday. The moody silence back once again as we sit and reflect on six days ago. We take a look at the others around us and know. Know we should strengthen our resolve. Wednesday night and we start to question 'maybe if I could…what if we could…maybe?'
Thursday morning I don't see her at all. Thursday evening I unlock my door.
Time crawls to midnight and I find myself awake. I pretend to sit and think, but all I am really doing is waiting. The soft footfalls near my door tell me she's just come by and the turn of my doorknob tells me she's come to see me.
And I am lost again.
Like every Thursday night.
"Why do you come?" I ask her. She says nothing, does nothing in response. Every time I try to resist I know a microsecond later it's a lesson in futility.
She smiles slightly before kissing away the monotony of all the other days.
And the only thing that runs through my head the instant before her lips meet mine is, kiss cycle.