Title:
Sacrosanct.
Originally
written by: Juliet (Original Title: Nonsanct)– Re versioned for
the Roswellian fandom by: Centaur
Rating:
PG 13 (But I'm gonna create a brand new rating: PG 16 – You're
warned.)
Categories:
Romance.
Summary:
Let's make an orgy. A sweet, soft conjunction of souls so secretly
close, so
desperately together.
Disclaimer:
All disclaimers apply, do not sue.
Author's notes: Many thanks to Juliet, for letting me play with an old Matrix fic of hers, and turn it to Roswell fanfic. Also, thanks to Candice, Faith, Dawn, Duccia, MaxGirl, Kathleen, Black Heart, Roswellian-Cinderella, BuriedIllusion, MiaParker, rogue, dream, SuicideEagleRath and Heather for the amazing feedback.
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Sacrosanct.
Close the
door as you come in. Close your doubts as you come closer.
Welcome
Max; welcome. Make yourself home in this mystical space I've been
adorning for
so long now.
Take
my hand, and let me lead you to the center of our little world. Open
your eyes:
this is our inner sanctum.
Come
on baby, light my fire.
Go
on dreamer, let your spirit soar.
Let's
make an orgy: a sweet, soft conjunction of souls so secretly close,
so
desperately together.
Come
on baby, it's so damn hot outside.
Go
on Max, feel that breeze, take a look inside.
Sacrosanct,
I know what
it takes to take you there.
You
know what it takes to turn me on.
I
bet you have never felt so strange, so out of place in your own
territory.
A
woman leads the intrusion and suddenly all your life is seen from
another
lens.
This is your
life through my lens. And it's beautiful.
Come
on baby, hold me tight.
Go
on dreamer, show me love.
Take
all the precious time you need to realize yourself. Take note of
every
inch of
skin my fingers touch.
Check
yourself. Take note of how divinely human is the flesh that dares to
give
rise to
your body.
Sacrosanct.
I know
there's a world waiting for you to be reborn.
You
know there's a life waiting for us to live.
Now
I see how empty this room is every time you walk out the door.
Now
I understand why I want to be near you always.
Sacrosanct.
This love is
sacrosanct.
This
love was born between pain and shadows,
This
love has learnt to keep the faith through the darkest skies.
This
love is real.
Real
as the fear you've been trying to hide.
Come
on baby; show me I'm the one you depend on.
Go
on Maxwell, just let it rain on me.
Breathe;
dreamer. Just breathe.
Let
me hold you as your feelings start to show there's something making
you
plead,
making you
cry a silent kind of perverse apprehension.
Making
you shiver.
Making
you weak.
Sacrosanct,
I shall be
that guide you are looking for.
I
want to be that nonsanct instrument you use to have some fun.
I
promise I'll be the pail but somehow bright shade that will bring
the chiaroscuro to your life.
You
know I'm here, as you put your arms around me.
You
feel me, but I cannot reach for you,
a
million candles burn themselves in their tender but wicked wax
trying to
help you to open all those blanks inside your soul.
Come
on baby; let our dreams take you there.
Go
on dreamer; let me take a look on the poisoned side of your devotion.
Sacrosanct
I
love you.
Oh
god
How I
love you...
Come
on dreamer; make me see what I've been waiting for…
Another
jaded wallet flying in a white shade (of protection)
Lost
in an empty feeling of serenity (so humanily blessed)
(red
the blood, red the heart)
Sacrosanct,
I already
know that you can't live without me.
You
know I knew before revealing your sadness.
Come
on dreamer, you know I know…
You'll
save me,
(as
I'll save you)
you'll
keep me warm,
safe
(red those lips),
alive,
my eyes open
wide in the middle of your life.
Sacrosanct,
there's no
danger in this world to stop me
from
loving you.
Come
on baby, hold me close.
Go
on dreamer; let's create a new dream.