This is just a short fic I wrote a while back. It's very very abstract, and in all honesty I think the metaphor's gone too far, but I've been told its fine so I'm leaving it. Rated M for language and sexuality. Hope you like it, please review!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
Destined to be together it seemed.
Yet fated to live apart.
He saw her every day. He spoke to her, laughed with her, but she wasn't properly there. On a different level to him. He didn't put her there; she did.
She fascinated him. What she did to him intrigued him. He revelled in her, and yet, sometimes she repulsed him. She could be so impossibly…belligerent. Fiercely independent, sometimes at her own expense.
He couldn't understand her. She lured him into a web so deep he could only see what was in front of him. And that was always her. She made sure of that. He loved her. He hated her. Loved. Hated. Love. Hate.
A dance that they followed tirelessly. In. Out. It became a reflex, like breathing. A suggestive glance; the pace quickened. They moved faster and faster until one of them stumbled…and they slowed. Sometimes to a halt. But there would always come a time when they would again start the intricate dance of flirting and falling, flirting and falling. Until one of them fell too far. Halt. And it started again…
The shower…they danced faster and faster, closer and closer, perfectly in time. But of course, they reached breaking point. But she faltered. Fell out of step. A mistake that nearly cost them their dance. She kissed him; she fell. But she didn't fall alone. He fell with her.
They always fell alone.