Disclaimer; I don't own anything to do with Cold Case! Never have, never will. Happy now?
This just came to me when I was half way through finishing another story. I HATE that! I had to write down all these ideas and hope they'd work later on! Anyways, hope you like it. Please Read and Review. All reviews welcome. Flames won't be replied to andmost likely will just be deleted.
FIGURE OF IMAGINATION
And there he stood. His dark brown hair perfectly contrasted against the lightly tanned skin of his body. The moon reflecting off those deep green pools of endless possibilities.
And there he was. Everything she'd ever dreamt of. Everything she wanted and needed. Everything she longed and ached for. Everything she ever fantasized. Only inches away from her, in an arms length, there he stood.
The figure that wandered through her dreams each and every night. The eyes that kept her allured and wanting more. The lips she craved to kiss. Those strong hands that could make her tremble at the slightest touch. The body she longed to hold. The enigmatic hero of her mind. There he stood, teasing her, taunting her. Daring her to reach out for him. But dare she didn't, fearing that a single touch would obliterate the man who lived in her wildest dreams. The one and only reason she fell asleep for, night and night again.
And there he was. The object of her lust, her love, her affection. The one who could weaken her soul, perplex her mind and distract her from her work and the diabolical and devious world beyond her front door.
The hero of her mind, of her dreams. There he was. And when she finally reached for him, she found her figure of imagination to be nothing short of a miracle. For the one she desired was real. And that very same heroic enigma surpassed every expectation as he took her hands in his and held her close.
