#7. thank you
Author: nat-chan
Rated: frozen moment of awakening G
Disclaimer: standard
Genre: First Season Romance
Beta'd by: Alicia-chan, the awesome, the amazing, and now thanks to me,
the alliterative ;)
Author's Notes: This might be the first one to actually qualify as a drabble.
It's teeny tiny! But I love it...waw
Everything froze in sudden heat.
Time stopped beating.
His heart stopped turning.
Birds stopped rising and the sun stopped singing.
Every sense in his body turned blind, then narrowed,
acute to just that one, soft, fiery feeling.
This touch was not like the others. It held
intention. It left promises in its wake. It awoke
with terror and bliss, a sensation of possibility.
It left him hungry and elated.
His body expected, yearned, and could not move.
And as the park, the wind, the very earth faded away
into nothingness she leaned closer, impossibly close,
was she going to kiss him? His senses went haywire
at the thought and she saw his pupils dilate strangely.
But instead she whispered in his ear, her hand still
warm and soft and tangled at the fingers with his.
Her palm connected with his as she leaned closer and
he sucked in a sharp breath.
"Thank you," her voice said gently, laced with sincerity
the same way her fingers laced with his until the two
became inseparable.
He felt the very shift in the air before she moved
to pull away and instinctively clutched, his hand
shaming him as it clung and held; her own eyes
widening as she was pulled back, body much
closer than before until he could smell her hair
and the universe itself narrowed dangerously.
She watched a half-earnest, half-desperate
expression come into his eyes.
He would have done anything at that moment to
keep her there and have that feeling last a little longer.
He had only a few more seconds before that boundary
was crossed forever. Before recovery was impossible.
Before he stepped into a dynamic where protection was
impossible and confession was inevitable and he could
not bear that.
So he grabbed hold of his one chance to pretend and
leaned closer, impossibly close so that his breath
sent a strand of her hair back from her ear as he said,
"You're welcome."
Then he began to pull back. Letting their usual
dynamic stray for too long was playing with fire.
Time to resume the natural course of things.
But then she turned up her lovely face and broke
into a huge smile, meant only for him.
And he knew there had never been a boundary
in the first place.
And whatever protection he might have held by
pretending a boundary existed had just been
shattered.
His heart resumed turning. The world kept beating.
The sun kept singing and birds rose and set again.
The park's fountain crowded in with sound and the
sweet smell of her drifted away on the wind.
But his fingers stayed tangled in hers, palm pressed
deliciously to palm.
And his smile gave everything away.