Understanding
PAN'S P.O.V.
He kissed me.
His lips found my mouth, and the gentleness gave way to intensity. A kiss. A real kiss more perfect than any imagined. I was kissing him back, hungrily, pressing myself against him.
A thought came to me as his lips melted into mines. This, I thought, is the mouth I was meant to kiss. This is the mouth I will always kiss, and no other.
And bleding into that thought was another thought. More a feeling than a thougth, cuz there were no words to it at all. But the feeling was that my lips and my hands had found a home. The one safe, healing place on earth.
And that maybe I would have kids somebody. Cuz there was somebody in the world for me. I knew that now, from this kiss, and nobody, not even Stanton could ever take that away.
His hands held the back of my head now; they were buried in my hair. His lips explored mine. I tasted him and felt him and smelled all at once. My senses mixed and blurred. My blood roared in my ears.
He stood up and pulled me with him. He pressed the entire length of his body against mine. I tilted back my hands, not wanting to break the kiss.
I letted my hands explore his graceful, muscular back, his wide sturdy shoulders. I touched his neck and felt the way his hair curled sweetly around his ears.
Digging my fingers into his hair, I pushed him deeper, harder into the kiss. He moaned. His arms were around me now, gathering me up, holding me as tight and close against him as I could be and still remain a separate person.
His lips left mine. Landing under my jaw, down my neck, my collarbone.
A breathy sound escaped my lips. The dizziness was overpowering; it was shutting me in. These feelings were too fragile and beautiful to be held, the love too big to fit into my scarred, shurunken heart.
" I love you." Did I think it, or did I say it? Or did he say it? Or did I imagine he said it? Were the words in the air or just in my mind?
Before I could be sure, the darkness engulfed me, and I released mysel to the sureness of Trunk's arms.
TRUNKS'S P.O.V.
"I love you." I whispered against her neck. "I love you." I'd always wondered what it would take to say those words, how much I'd have to push and prompt and coach myself to utter them.
I didn't know realize it wouldn't require any intention at all. That the words could come without thoughts or plan, as naturally and passionately and irreversibly as a kiss, without waiting for his consent.
Suddenly I felt her weight sink into his arms. "Panney" I pulled her up to me, finding her face with my lips, kissing her eyelids. They were closed." Panney?"
Her eyes didn't open. She breathed a sigh. Her head fell backward, resting against my chest. "Pan?" I cardled her head in the crook of my elbow and tipped her back gently. "Panney? Are you all right? Pan baby?"
She had fainted. She was motionless in my arms. Sll the feelings whirring in my chest changed directions, from pure exulation to surprise and fear.
I picked her up in my arms, cardling her against me. "Pan. Pan!" I jostled her, hoping to rouse her. Her head fell back, exposing her delicate throat.
"Pan, plz? What happened? Are you okay?" Panic was building. My eyes found the terrible bruise on the side of her head. It was so very deep.
"Panney, come on. Stay with me here, would you? Plz Pan?" the fear was talking. I was listening only distractedly.
I picked her up in my arms and rushed over the door. I managed to support her weight with one arm and with the other to open the door and then I picked her up again and yelled for my mother to came to me.
My mother came and asked what happened I told her that I went out and when I came back I found her in my bed fainted. My mother mentioned for me to take her to the car and rush her to the hospital and she'll follow after she gets dressed.
I took my keys and ran down the stairs and out the door to my car. Placed her in the passanger seat. Then I ran to the driving seat and speed off to the hospital. All the way to the hospital I was holding her hands anf telling her I loved her while I was driving in one hand on a top speed. Finally were there.
A.N. I know its short but I'll make it up for you the next chapter. I would like to thank all my reviewers.
love,
Tears of the Nite
PAN'S P.O.V.
He kissed me.
His lips found my mouth, and the gentleness gave way to intensity. A kiss. A real kiss more perfect than any imagined. I was kissing him back, hungrily, pressing myself against him.
A thought came to me as his lips melted into mines. This, I thought, is the mouth I was meant to kiss. This is the mouth I will always kiss, and no other.
And bleding into that thought was another thought. More a feeling than a thougth, cuz there were no words to it at all. But the feeling was that my lips and my hands had found a home. The one safe, healing place on earth.
And that maybe I would have kids somebody. Cuz there was somebody in the world for me. I knew that now, from this kiss, and nobody, not even Stanton could ever take that away.
His hands held the back of my head now; they were buried in my hair. His lips explored mine. I tasted him and felt him and smelled all at once. My senses mixed and blurred. My blood roared in my ears.
He stood up and pulled me with him. He pressed the entire length of his body against mine. I tilted back my hands, not wanting to break the kiss.
I letted my hands explore his graceful, muscular back, his wide sturdy shoulders. I touched his neck and felt the way his hair curled sweetly around his ears.
Digging my fingers into his hair, I pushed him deeper, harder into the kiss. He moaned. His arms were around me now, gathering me up, holding me as tight and close against him as I could be and still remain a separate person.
His lips left mine. Landing under my jaw, down my neck, my collarbone.
A breathy sound escaped my lips. The dizziness was overpowering; it was shutting me in. These feelings were too fragile and beautiful to be held, the love too big to fit into my scarred, shurunken heart.
" I love you." Did I think it, or did I say it? Or did he say it? Or did I imagine he said it? Were the words in the air or just in my mind?
Before I could be sure, the darkness engulfed me, and I released mysel to the sureness of Trunk's arms.
TRUNKS'S P.O.V.
"I love you." I whispered against her neck. "I love you." I'd always wondered what it would take to say those words, how much I'd have to push and prompt and coach myself to utter them.
I didn't know realize it wouldn't require any intention at all. That the words could come without thoughts or plan, as naturally and passionately and irreversibly as a kiss, without waiting for his consent.
Suddenly I felt her weight sink into his arms. "Panney" I pulled her up to me, finding her face with my lips, kissing her eyelids. They were closed." Panney?"
Her eyes didn't open. She breathed a sigh. Her head fell backward, resting against my chest. "Pan?" I cardled her head in the crook of my elbow and tipped her back gently. "Panney? Are you all right? Pan baby?"
She had fainted. She was motionless in my arms. Sll the feelings whirring in my chest changed directions, from pure exulation to surprise and fear.
I picked her up in my arms, cardling her against me. "Pan. Pan!" I jostled her, hoping to rouse her. Her head fell back, exposing her delicate throat.
"Pan, plz? What happened? Are you okay?" Panic was building. My eyes found the terrible bruise on the side of her head. It was so very deep.
"Panney, come on. Stay with me here, would you? Plz Pan?" the fear was talking. I was listening only distractedly.
I picked her up in my arms and rushed over the door. I managed to support her weight with one arm and with the other to open the door and then I picked her up again and yelled for my mother to came to me.
My mother came and asked what happened I told her that I went out and when I came back I found her in my bed fainted. My mother mentioned for me to take her to the car and rush her to the hospital and she'll follow after she gets dressed.
I took my keys and ran down the stairs and out the door to my car. Placed her in the passanger seat. Then I ran to the driving seat and speed off to the hospital. All the way to the hospital I was holding her hands anf telling her I loved her while I was driving in one hand on a top speed. Finally were there.
A.N. I know its short but I'll make it up for you the next chapter. I would like to thank all my reviewers.
love,
Tears of the Nite