Notes: Neroli …I´m so sorry! I know you are not a man ..I misspelled ..AGAIN!!!!!
SIREN
So easy it has become …once she found the path, the way…it got easier to slip back into his mind.
Hands…
Just this one word in her mind…following the searing path of them…
All she cares for this instant is the alluring sensation…that this touch can bring forth…
Igniting …sparking energy that travels underneath her skin…
His hands are big, strong …and warm, so very warm…
They could encompass her waist easily …settling on her hips, grazing lightly as though to proove that she´s really there
You´re the one I think about time after time
You´re the one who comes to me
Visions in the night
I want to complicate your feelings
I want to make you mine
This is life and suddenly she can loose herself in it. She can command and conquer and divide it … she knows.
Listening to the sound of breathing, feeling the rapid pulse like water racing …she can think and feel …without interruption.
There is no confusion here, just simmering heat filling her up until there is no space left for anything else. Here …now ...in this …she can breathe, she can be…
Here she can loose herself…
And when the stars are bright
Like FIREFLIES
And the night is black as coal
I´m gonna make you mine
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They roll over and he knows it´s not real because they don´t fall off the bed. It´s madness…it repeats in his thoughts over and over …
Still, he keeps dreaming of her …like this. Third day in a row …and it does not stop. He ain´t no reader …she found this way in, he can´t keep her out.
There´s something beguiling about her, something different….in his dreams. He doesn´t know if it´s just one more trick his mind enjoys playing, but she sure turned his dreams around ….
There are things he´s never seen before …places, systems ….
It´s not real, but she caught on too quickly for him to understand …
She has her own way of doing things ….
It´s pure madness, probably her own way of driving him insane.
Looking at her face….her closed eyes…..she´s all sensation and feeling …
On another side of time
Where the sea runs dry
I´m gonna make you mine
On another side of time
Where the love runs high
I´m gonna make you mine
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He turns over in his sleep and there she is.
Propped up on one elbow, smiling at him with bright, dark eyes.
Daring him to drown in those eyes….
And his first impulse is to reach out and to let his fingers play over that tantalzingly soft skin
Glowing like moonlight in the dark …
It´s not real ….but it´s true, it´s what she keeps saying over and over. Jayne can´t say he can make sense of it, but then again she doesn´t seem to expect that. She know;in her muddled mind, her strange way of thinking it makes sense.
"Shouldn´t be here, ya know?" he growles at her as she looks at him with that playful devious smile….all kittenish and sweet-like. Won´t fool him again, she won´t!
"Stick to your own dreams,why don´t ya?"
" I don´t …" she whispers softly, tilting her head back ….all that hair flowing over the smooth skin of her back.
" Don´t dream…..they took that away."
She´s still whispering, warm breath slithering over his skin like rising mist.
"Until I got jumbled…until I fell into yours, there was nothing. I wandered thoughts like a ghost until I was gobbled up by this, by you …..Rapture."
Her fingers hover over his mouth for a second, before they descend, pressing down lightly …
" Don´t ….." she shakes her head, leaning forward.
" Don´t ask…..Don´t speak…don´t ….or this might not happen…."
My mouth is full of secrets that I´m too afraid to tell
And my body is full of longing for you to know me well
I move through the day
In the rythms that I´ve known
I´ve got this crazy dream of stripping down
To truth and bone
All of it, all of it …to truth and bone
Lips….touching her fingertips, tickling her neck and cheek with his beard.
Don´t …she said it, she told him ….and he accepts. No fighting, no anger …just this.
Lips …Hands…she can bask in the sensationof them meeting.
This is the place where they can meet. Not real …but true….
Fingers running up her arm, her shoulders….ribs and side …
Hands …carving her from stone, making her real….holding her in this place where confusion has no power.
Holding her face in his strong hands….staring at her in wonderment, pressed against his chest …close enough to hear his heartbeat.
Fingers wrapping around his neck, playing with the short hairs on the back of his head.
Pulling closer, closer….feeling the definition of his muscles playing under her palms as he moves.This is a dance she never learned….
Never learned the steps ….doesn´t need to ….this is truth and it has no rules, no boundaries.
Warm hands, calloused and strong ….sometimes strangely soft, tilting her head upwards to look at him.
Why you doing this?
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" Why you doing this?"
She´ll never make sense to him …that´s for sure. It´s not real, but it´s true …whatever that´s supposed to mean.
"Before ….I couldn´t distinguish between them and me ….didn´t know often where I stood, who I was. It´s a box of worms….their feelings and mine, don´t know who feels! Here I know it´s me. This is me feeling …."
He squints at her, brow furrowed and all.
"Let me show you …." She takes his hand, leaning her face into it and suddely she´s covered in ice…frost ….like she was glaced over with water and then left in the cold.
"Gorramit!"
He pulls back, but she won´t let go.
"This is ….before …." She pulls his back toward her, leading it from her shoulder to her collarbone….where his fingers mover over her skin the frost melts; she throws her head back in a tiny gasp. And he watches as the ice turns to water under his travelling fingers, running from her skin and hair.
"This is now…." She breathes, reaching out her own hand to hover mere inches above his skin and his eyes grow wide as tiny blue fames lick from his skin towards her hand.
It makes his skin tingle and warm, but it doesn´t burn.
I´ve got a memory a thousand years old
And I know secrets I´ve never been told
I´m a siren
"How do you …?"
"Dreams …tell us of what we lack…we make them with our minds. Once you know …you can mold them like clay…use your imagination like you would use your hands. If you know what something is, you can call it by its name."
He looks at that tiny, slender hand with those long, delicate fingers ….still moving.
"We can burn together …."
It´s not real, but it´s true….somehow he don´t think Mal would like that explanation any better than her ruttin´ brother.
He can´t keep her out and now he doesn´t want to anymore. Never slept so soundly before…a man needs a healthy bit of sleep. She made his dreams a whole lot more interesting than they´d ever been ….a whole lot better too.
Still, somehow he knows …..one day he is going to wake up and she´ll still be there, tangled up in his sheets, curled up next to him.