Warnings: Sex...nothing descriptive...just mentions of it
# 57 Feigning Sleep
A gentle smile played across his face as he looked down through silted eyes at the sleeping woman on his chest. She created a warmth that he often longed for, but had never received from the other women. A sweet pale winter-morning's light lit up her face from a small crack in the blinds that protected them from the outside world.
A small chuckle formed in his throat as she tried to bury her head deeper into his chest. He brought the hand that was resting on her lower back up to her shoulder, pulling her naked flesh closer to his bare form. Her breaths danced dangerously along his chest as her fingertips flexed against his navel. A soft sigh escaped his lips as he felt her legs wrap around his, as if trying to keep him from escaping the warmth of his bed.
Memories of the activities from only hours before played before his eyes, images searing into his mind. It reminded him of a lone night the two had spent together in Ishbal, staying in very similar positions to the ones they were in now. She was five years younger when they spent their first night together in the cold night of the Ishbal desert. Back then, the sex was frantic and desperate, built completely off lust. It was beautiful in it's own way, the raw emotion of two human beings proving that they are indeed still alive; however, what transpired only hours before was completely different.
This time was different; it wasn't just empty sex, but something meaningful. Each kiss, each caress, every movement had some deeper meaning beyond a simple touch. There kisses weren't hard or forceful, just passionate. This time they allowed themselves to succumb to each other's pleasure and passion, truly defining the meaning of intimate.
Her head moved on his chest, leaving a trail of light kisses as she straightened up a bit. Her hand traced the contours of his stomach as she rested on her other elbow, his hand moving back to her waist. "You're a horrible faker you know?" Her lips curled into a hidden smile. He pulled her so that she laid on top of his chest now, faces merely centimeters apart.
"You've been awake this whole time," he huskily breathed, wrapping his tanned arms around her pale lower back.
"You shouldn't be talking," she whispered as she ran her fingers through his damp hair, letting her lips gently brush his nose. She pulled back tucking her head under his rough chin, letting herself listen to the even rhythm of his heart and breaths. She went to move a hand to rest on his chest, but he quickly grabbed it, intertwining their fingers. He heard her mutter something about actually sleeping, enjoying the vibrations that echoed from her chest to his. He simply nodded, allowing real sleep to engulf both of them.
AN: Well, I've finally finnished my stories for mandy. I really liked writing this one, and I must admit that I got a lot of inspiration from James Joyce's A Portriat of an Artist as a Young Man. Yeah, we hit a 'steamy' part in my english class...and just the way he describes simple little things amazes me. He's beautiful with words, and thus spawned this. This has to be one of my more faviorite drabbles right here. And HUZZAH! Finally we have character select in the FMA section of Yes! -dies- So, I'd like to give all my readers a little something extra -nods and grins- It's a bit old and I used it as a warm up for when I was writing a chapter from transfer...
I Wish
I wish that we could go and stand in the pouring rain. Protecting you from whatever comes your way. If I could, I would happly run into your arms, just holding you in the rain. I wouldn't care if my dress is ruined by the mud or water. Just spending a minute in your arms would make my worries and saddness fly away. But now we can't, for here I am at the alter promising my life away to another man. Its not supposed to rain on wedding days, but I guess it fits since I'm throwing part of my life away. I saw you come in, dressed in your soaked military uniform, wanting to object; but you held your toung. Why? Do you think this is what's best for me, marrying a man I don't love? Now I'll be expected to act a certian way, dress a certian way, preform a certain way, all against my will. How can I protect you with my heart and soul when it belongs to someone else? I can feel a tear slide down my cheek, my future husband smiles thinking its a tear of happyness when you and I both know its a tear of sadness. You nod and gently smile, as if saying It's all right, we knew this would happen some day. I cringe when I hear the clapping as my new husband claims my lips; it feels as though a part of me is being torn away, never to come back. I see you leave as we walk down the isle. Now, more than ever, I wish I told you everything from the moment I met you.
Ah, and now for reviewer responses:
Outstane: yes, isn't it amazing how such sweet sorow can be so sweet and beautiful?
Air: You should post your drabbles, even if they are cheezy because that way you can get critique -nods- that what I've done (and read really really good works)
Cameo: Thanks for reviewing -girns- Hehe...yeah that one was alright. I don't really like like last line but oh well -shrugs-
Elie: Thanks for reading :)
Jade: -grins-
