Finally after about 3 to 3 and a half months this gets a second chapter. I apologize for being so slow; my diligence muse is currently on vacation. But don't worry; she's hauling her ass back today, so I should be better when it comes to updates. rox1, CaRoLyN CsOhJv, Yami Trekkie, Princess Hallie I'm back! Don't leave me, I promise I'll update sooner. This one's for you guys.
Opening his eyes slowly and yawning regally he looked to see where he had fallen asleep, when his breath was caught in his lungs and his heart sped up.
Lying on the coach, mere inches away from where he had been resting his head, was...she.
Long blond hair was draped across her side of the coach and her body was curled into itself giving the impression that she was a much younger child.
She was wearing the blue jeans jacket and jeans pant he had talked her into, and her beloved overly large white oxford shirt.
She seemed so peaceful when she slept, calm and safe and angelic.
It brought a smile to his face.
Except...
There were a few things that tainted this picture.
The pale look to her skin, as though she was anemic or slowly dying, the tiny lines under her eyes that suggested frequent sleep loss, and the long pink and red scratches that marred her flesh.
Last night they had watched "Invasion of the Body Snatchers" and "Bird Cage". It was the first time in a long time that he had seen her laugh.
He could remember that she didn't mind touch at that moment and had hit him with pillows, and flopped down in his lap, and sat on him whenever she came back from making popcorn.
Last he counted they were on their eighth popcorn bag.
It was partly her fault, she started the food fight and the Game King never lost.
Ever.
No matter the contest. So the majority of the corn had ended up on the carpeted floor, the minority had ended up in their mouths.
Oddly enough she willingly fed him, and he fed her, and...
They had watched Body Snatchers first and she had placed her head on the pillow in his lap with the start of the first wormy invasion.
Showing affection was unlike her and the first time she did it, he had stared down at her face lit only by the blue glow of the T.V. and watched as she cried silently.
Never uttering a sob, never letting a gasp escape.
Only soft wet tears streaming down her face while she stroked his kneecap.
He didn't know what to say or do and if he should say or do something, and most of all he hated his helplessness.
Finally gently he began to pet her hair, slowly he caressed the long platinum strands and she for her part did nothing to stop him.
She stayed relaxed under his touch and continued to maintain a warm contact with his knee.
After a couple of minutes she turned and buried her head in the pillow letting go of his knee to curl her fingers in it's soft stuffing.
She looked like she was silently screaming.
He felt a drop of nervousness and fear touch his stomach and he wouldn't put it past her if she was trying to suffocate herself.
He was about to grab her shoulder and turn her around to look at him when she did the action herself.
Bright sapphire eyes locked onto radiant crimson ones and wordlessly she raised a hand to his cheek and gently stroked it, and he for his part did nothing to stop her.
Soft fingers traveling from his brow to his cheek stopping to rest upon his lips and tap gently upon his front teeth, again and again she repeated this action.
Eyes never leaving his, body warm and comfortable.
Her eyes were brilliant but blank, they told him nothing. They didn't explain why she was doing this or why now or anything.
After the tenth time he captured her hand and held it.
Tightly, possessively, affectionately, and also fearfully.
Touch was too much. To touch someone who loves you and not love them back, and tease them in such a manner was...
Too much.
She appeared not to be bothered and rolled over, so that the back of her jacket touched his black shirt clad stomach.
She didn't pull her hand away, and she resumed her activities with his knee.
The movie proved not to be a classic but seemed emotional and wonderful to him all the same.
The movie...and the atmosphere.
It was so warm, and he felt happy.
She never turned on the furnace, so what they shared now was...body heat.
How wonderful.
How very, very, exquisite.
The movie had a rather depressing ending and he was thankful that he had talked her into also getting a comedy.
Ra knows life was depressing enough without any help from the movies.
Gently patting her head, he watched as without a word she lifted her head off of his lap and rubbed any oncoming sleep from her eyes.
He inserted "Bird Cage" into the VCR's drive and sat back on his seat after pushing play.
He waited to see if she would resume her position, but she didn't and he found that he missed her touch.
She watched the screen from her side of the couch, eyes locked on the screen, cradling a pillow close to her chest, and keeping a rather large distance between the two of them.
With the first funny scene he smiled and was rather shocked to hear the soft chuckle that filled the room.
She was laughing.
Had he ever...
She had such a pretty laugh; he wished he could see her happier more.
He glanced at her and was pleased with the twinkle in her eyes and the broad smile playing on her lips. She turned to catch him staring at her and laughed even harder, she leaned forward till her forehead touched her knees and lifting her head off of her lap and bringing her knees to her chest he watched as she sprung up seemingly happy now.
"Press pause", she turned and walked towards the kitchen.
"Why?" he had really never seen her like this before, honestly happy.
"Popcorn.", was the return she gave him before disappearing into the kitchen.
He could hear the smile in her voice.
Minutes later she appeared, and threw a butter-smelling kernel at his face before sitting down on his lap.
That was strange in too many ways.
The day before she had locked him out of her room for hours on end and hit him.
She had seemed absolutely furious at me, and I didn't have a clue as to why.
But then again as soon as dawn subsided to night I awoke from what I thought was a light daydream to find her drawing me, quite enthralled by her work.
And now she was acting as though we were...not that I didn't wish were we. But did she really feel this way or was she simply being herself.
Flighty and moody and wild.
And now sitting quite comfortably on my hips, eyes locked on the screen the sound of chewing filled the air and I was well aware of her body heat.
Ra must enjoy torturing me.
In an instant though my thoughts were turned to a more hilarious scenario and I had to laugh.
I felt the soft trembles of laughter from her body and she pressed closer to me putting her head on my shoulder for a second.
Perhaps...this wasn't torture.
Perhaps this was a gift.
In another second she lifted her head off of my shoulder and stared more intently at the screen.
I followed suit in her actions and for many a minute it was fine.
Of course I should have known that wouldn't last long.
I felt soft fingertips upon my lips and looked down to find a face a few centimeters away. I opened my mouth not quite sure what I would say to her doing something like this when she ever so calmly inserted a corn into my mouth and pulled away.
"You look sick. Are you okay?" well...I guess I was.
I should have pushed her away...found some way of saying no to her...but more than anything I wanted her to touch me. I wanted her to hold me. And if I wasn't absolutely terrified of what she would do, I would have asked her to marry me.
Out of sheer need and desperation.
Love and time are odd things.
If you have, you do not want, and then add a couple millennia's giving or taking a few centuries and you want that person more than anything.
I know.
Yesterday when she locked me out and I had all the free time in the world I sat and contemplated how much I needed her.
I was quite surprised and saddened to know that air apparently means nothing to me.
And when I awoke and she was close enough to touch and looked like honey and sugar and heaven and hell all wrapped up in a little human bundle I was amazed by how much I wanted to just...
And now...
If she knew she'd probably want fifty feet of space between us.
...
Her fingers on my lips is a dangerous thing.
I grew up in a time when you married young; therefore you also did other...activities at a young age.
And so by now I am proud to say that I have excellent knowledge of exactly how to seduce someone.
Sadly the knowledge is only a burden, since sexual fantasies are only a pain.
Especially when the one you love is sitting...on...your...lap.
But this feels too right for me to fantasize.
Too right to even dream.
So when she put her fingertips on my lips again and I smelled buttery popcorn on them, I let her feed me.
I enjoyed the few seconds of caressing.
And I fed her and she did not stop me, nor did she take her eyes from mine.
Finally she started the food fight gently tossing kernels at my head. I managed to ignore her but then she burst out laughing and was rocking.
"What?" I didn't see what was so funny at this moment since the movie had hit a depressing note.
"You...you have...popcorn kernels...in your hair!", and then there was the food fight and the food fight became a chase and the chase led to me straddling her on the couch while holding her hands.
Sometimes I truly don't know how some situations come to be.
And when we realized and both of our expressions turned to shock I did not let go and she did not push me away.
Chivalry took over and I got off of her and pulled her up, she seemed so quiet and I was sure that she was angry at me again.
But she seemed to be thinking and the main characters were sharing a kiss and she turned and looked at me and...her lips touched mine soft and slow at first, but then picking up speed and force.
And I kissed her back, hungry and happy and needing and so...passionate.
Hot breaths and teeth and tongue and...we're so close...too damn close...if you pulled back now...
I would die because I think you know now how much I need you.
How much I want you...
But you do pull back.
You pull back and look around as if you're lost.
"Yami?" I answer you, feeling like I'm about to go crazy.
"Yes?"
"What did I do?" small and childlike and confused.
The maternal part of me roars and I capture you immediately, "Nothing. You've done absolutely nothing wrong."
"But..."
"No.", I hold you, and you're so small and...is this what a mother feels?
"But..."
"No."
I smoothen out your hair and you're looking around seemingly lost and...more than anything I want to kiss you right now.
Then you look at me, blue eyes that are slightly scared and sad peer into my soul and when you speak your voice is the soft, halting, pitter patter of a child's voice.
"You're sure?", I nod and hold you tight and close, maybe I couldn't have you as a lover, but I was unbelievably happy for the moments when you could let me see you as you are.
Your brow furrows and your nose wrinkles and you lean forward a little, "You're not lying are you?", I shake my head no and in a second your face is unbelievably close to mine and I think you're about to kiss me but...no.
Sorta.
Your nose brushes against my own and you're smiling, I can feel it, and then in a child's voice, "You better not be, cause...I think...I kinda, maybe, like you. But only kinda.", and with that you pull away.
"Oh really?", I pull back and smirk at you, your arms wrap around my neck and your sitting in my lap, smiling that bright, wonderful, smile at me.
"Yes really", "Well...", but before I can finish you bring your face to mine.
Your lips brush against my own and you're still smiling but you're losing that, and then.
We kiss.
Your lips press against my own over and over again, and my nose bumps your own, and I'm more than happy.
One day, I don't know when, it could be fifty years from now; I'm going to marry you again.
I refuse to let you leave me.
Because I need you, and I love you.
And maybe if it takes fifty years, you'll love me too.
And if it takes forever, well, we have that.
We have each other.
And we have this.
This one perfect.
Kiss.
I hate to say it, I do, but...I shall update soon?
Ducks as people start throwing things.
Opening his eyes slowly and yawning regally he looked to see where he had fallen asleep, when his breath was caught in his lungs and his heart sped up.
Lying on the coach, mere inches away from where he had been resting his head, was...she.
Long blond hair was draped across her side of the coach and her body was curled into itself giving the impression that she was a much younger child.
She was wearing the blue jeans jacket and jeans pant he had talked her into, and her beloved overly large white oxford shirt.
She seemed so peaceful when she slept, calm and safe and angelic.
It brought a smile to his face.
Except...
There were a few things that tainted this picture.
The pale look to her skin, as though she was anemic or slowly dying, the tiny lines under her eyes that suggested frequent sleep loss, and the long pink and red scratches that marred her flesh.
Last night they had watched "Invasion of the Body Snatchers" and "Bird Cage". It was the first time in a long time that he had seen her laugh.
He could remember that she didn't mind touch at that moment and had hit him with pillows, and flopped down in his lap, and sat on him whenever she came back from making popcorn.
Last he counted they were on their eighth popcorn bag.
It was partly her fault, she started the food fight and the Game King never lost.
Ever.
No matter the contest. So the majority of the corn had ended up on the carpeted floor, the minority had ended up in their mouths.
Oddly enough she willingly fed him, and he fed her, and...
They had watched Body Snatchers first and she had placed her head on the pillow in his lap with the start of the first wormy invasion.
Showing affection was unlike her and the first time she did it, he had stared down at her face lit only by the blue glow of the T.V. and watched as she cried silently.
Never uttering a sob, never letting a gasp escape.
Only soft wet tears streaming down her face while she stroked his kneecap.
He didn't know what to say or do and if he should say or do something, and most of all he hated his helplessness.
Finally gently he began to pet her hair, slowly he caressed the long platinum strands and she for her part did nothing to stop him.
She stayed relaxed under his touch and continued to maintain a warm contact with his knee.
After a couple of minutes she turned and buried her head in the pillow letting go of his knee to curl her fingers in it's soft stuffing.
She looked like she was silently screaming.
He felt a drop of nervousness and fear touch his stomach and he wouldn't put it past her if she was trying to suffocate herself.
He was about to grab her shoulder and turn her around to look at him when she did the action herself.
Bright sapphire eyes locked onto radiant crimson ones and wordlessly she raised a hand to his cheek and gently stroked it, and he for his part did nothing to stop her.
Soft fingers traveling from his brow to his cheek stopping to rest upon his lips and tap gently upon his front teeth, again and again she repeated this action.
Eyes never leaving his, body warm and comfortable.
Her eyes were brilliant but blank, they told him nothing. They didn't explain why she was doing this or why now or anything.
After the tenth time he captured her hand and held it.
Tightly, possessively, affectionately, and also fearfully.
Touch was too much. To touch someone who loves you and not love them back, and tease them in such a manner was...
Too much.
She appeared not to be bothered and rolled over, so that the back of her jacket touched his black shirt clad stomach.
She didn't pull her hand away, and she resumed her activities with his knee.
The movie proved not to be a classic but seemed emotional and wonderful to him all the same.
The movie...and the atmosphere.
It was so warm, and he felt happy.
She never turned on the furnace, so what they shared now was...body heat.
How wonderful.
How very, very, exquisite.
The movie had a rather depressing ending and he was thankful that he had talked her into also getting a comedy.
Ra knows life was depressing enough without any help from the movies.
Gently patting her head, he watched as without a word she lifted her head off of his lap and rubbed any oncoming sleep from her eyes.
He inserted "Bird Cage" into the VCR's drive and sat back on his seat after pushing play.
He waited to see if she would resume her position, but she didn't and he found that he missed her touch.
She watched the screen from her side of the couch, eyes locked on the screen, cradling a pillow close to her chest, and keeping a rather large distance between the two of them.
With the first funny scene he smiled and was rather shocked to hear the soft chuckle that filled the room.
She was laughing.
Had he ever...
She had such a pretty laugh; he wished he could see her happier more.
He glanced at her and was pleased with the twinkle in her eyes and the broad smile playing on her lips. She turned to catch him staring at her and laughed even harder, she leaned forward till her forehead touched her knees and lifting her head off of her lap and bringing her knees to her chest he watched as she sprung up seemingly happy now.
"Press pause", she turned and walked towards the kitchen.
"Why?" he had really never seen her like this before, honestly happy.
"Popcorn.", was the return she gave him before disappearing into the kitchen.
He could hear the smile in her voice.
Minutes later she appeared, and threw a butter-smelling kernel at his face before sitting down on his lap.
That was strange in too many ways.
The day before she had locked him out of her room for hours on end and hit him.
She had seemed absolutely furious at me, and I didn't have a clue as to why.
But then again as soon as dawn subsided to night I awoke from what I thought was a light daydream to find her drawing me, quite enthralled by her work.
And now she was acting as though we were...not that I didn't wish were we. But did she really feel this way or was she simply being herself.
Flighty and moody and wild.
And now sitting quite comfortably on my hips, eyes locked on the screen the sound of chewing filled the air and I was well aware of her body heat.
Ra must enjoy torturing me.
In an instant though my thoughts were turned to a more hilarious scenario and I had to laugh.
I felt the soft trembles of laughter from her body and she pressed closer to me putting her head on my shoulder for a second.
Perhaps...this wasn't torture.
Perhaps this was a gift.
In another second she lifted her head off of my shoulder and stared more intently at the screen.
I followed suit in her actions and for many a minute it was fine.
Of course I should have known that wouldn't last long.
I felt soft fingertips upon my lips and looked down to find a face a few centimeters away. I opened my mouth not quite sure what I would say to her doing something like this when she ever so calmly inserted a corn into my mouth and pulled away.
"You look sick. Are you okay?" well...I guess I was.
I should have pushed her away...found some way of saying no to her...but more than anything I wanted her to touch me. I wanted her to hold me. And if I wasn't absolutely terrified of what she would do, I would have asked her to marry me.
Out of sheer need and desperation.
Love and time are odd things.
If you have, you do not want, and then add a couple millennia's giving or taking a few centuries and you want that person more than anything.
I know.
Yesterday when she locked me out and I had all the free time in the world I sat and contemplated how much I needed her.
I was quite surprised and saddened to know that air apparently means nothing to me.
And when I awoke and she was close enough to touch and looked like honey and sugar and heaven and hell all wrapped up in a little human bundle I was amazed by how much I wanted to just...
And now...
If she knew she'd probably want fifty feet of space between us.
...
Her fingers on my lips is a dangerous thing.
I grew up in a time when you married young; therefore you also did other...activities at a young age.
And so by now I am proud to say that I have excellent knowledge of exactly how to seduce someone.
Sadly the knowledge is only a burden, since sexual fantasies are only a pain.
Especially when the one you love is sitting...on...your...lap.
But this feels too right for me to fantasize.
Too right to even dream.
So when she put her fingertips on my lips again and I smelled buttery popcorn on them, I let her feed me.
I enjoyed the few seconds of caressing.
And I fed her and she did not stop me, nor did she take her eyes from mine.
Finally she started the food fight gently tossing kernels at my head. I managed to ignore her but then she burst out laughing and was rocking.
"What?" I didn't see what was so funny at this moment since the movie had hit a depressing note.
"You...you have...popcorn kernels...in your hair!", and then there was the food fight and the food fight became a chase and the chase led to me straddling her on the couch while holding her hands.
Sometimes I truly don't know how some situations come to be.
And when we realized and both of our expressions turned to shock I did not let go and she did not push me away.
Chivalry took over and I got off of her and pulled her up, she seemed so quiet and I was sure that she was angry at me again.
But she seemed to be thinking and the main characters were sharing a kiss and she turned and looked at me and...her lips touched mine soft and slow at first, but then picking up speed and force.
And I kissed her back, hungry and happy and needing and so...passionate.
Hot breaths and teeth and tongue and...we're so close...too damn close...if you pulled back now...
I would die because I think you know now how much I need you.
How much I want you...
But you do pull back.
You pull back and look around as if you're lost.
"Yami?" I answer you, feeling like I'm about to go crazy.
"Yes?"
"What did I do?" small and childlike and confused.
The maternal part of me roars and I capture you immediately, "Nothing. You've done absolutely nothing wrong."
"But..."
"No.", I hold you, and you're so small and...is this what a mother feels?
"But..."
"No."
I smoothen out your hair and you're looking around seemingly lost and...more than anything I want to kiss you right now.
Then you look at me, blue eyes that are slightly scared and sad peer into my soul and when you speak your voice is the soft, halting, pitter patter of a child's voice.
"You're sure?", I nod and hold you tight and close, maybe I couldn't have you as a lover, but I was unbelievably happy for the moments when you could let me see you as you are.
Your brow furrows and your nose wrinkles and you lean forward a little, "You're not lying are you?", I shake my head no and in a second your face is unbelievably close to mine and I think you're about to kiss me but...no.
Sorta.
Your nose brushes against my own and you're smiling, I can feel it, and then in a child's voice, "You better not be, cause...I think...I kinda, maybe, like you. But only kinda.", and with that you pull away.
"Oh really?", I pull back and smirk at you, your arms wrap around my neck and your sitting in my lap, smiling that bright, wonderful, smile at me.
"Yes really", "Well...", but before I can finish you bring your face to mine.
Your lips brush against my own and you're still smiling but you're losing that, and then.
We kiss.
Your lips press against my own over and over again, and my nose bumps your own, and I'm more than happy.
One day, I don't know when, it could be fifty years from now; I'm going to marry you again.
I refuse to let you leave me.
Because I need you, and I love you.
And maybe if it takes fifty years, you'll love me too.
And if it takes forever, well, we have that.
We have each other.
And we have this.
This one perfect.
Kiss.
I hate to say it, I do, but...I shall update soon?
Ducks as people start throwing things.
