first POV:
"It's dark out here", quiet voice mutters from next to me.
"How surprising", I answer sarcastically. It's not usually dark at night, eh? Owner of the voice snorts and takes my hand. I glance at him but leave it to be.
I yawn. He gives me a little laugh. Like there's something funny in yawning? He laughs again.
"What's so fun?" I ask slowly. I turn my face towards him and he looks back at me with those beautiful, deep eyes of his. He tilts his head little to side before answering.
"You're weird today", he turns fully towards me and puts his hands around me. I sigh but I don't protest. Slowly I put my own hands around him.
My life's very different from what it used to be. Before him. Then when I thought that life was useless. I had already done everything I was supposed to do in this world.
He raises his hand to my hair and twiddles little tuft of it on his fingers. He smiles that little, cute smile, what makes me always smile too. As I already said, as usual, little smile sneaks to my lips. I can't do anything to stop it. You just can't do a thing to it.
"Aww, let's go to bed", he yawns to my shirt.
"Really to only sleep?" grin replaces that little smile on my face. He grins at me a little but doesn't take any move to leave the balcony.
The moment is too perfect to be broken with something like going to sleep. We both know it. And we both accept it.
I caress his hair with one of my hands while watching the night sky. It's clear dark-blue and looks almost too beautiful. He nestles against me and shivers a little. Smile sneaks back to my lips.
I admit that it's little cool out here. He keeps me warm, though. And I keep him. We stand there embracing each other in moment, that feels timeless. Like if we are standing here forever. Like if we've been standing here forever.
I wish this moment could last forever. Even though I know it can't. That little handy, sensible part of me is muttering about silly things, getting cold and next day at work. The perfection of this moment silences it.
other POV:
He keeps me close. Night tries to sneak to us, but his warmth keeps it away. I smile to into his shirt and continue with the twiddling of his hair.
Sometimes life's weird. How one thing or person can change everything. Everything. And weird how your thought can wander from moment to another and from thing to sixth.
My eyes start closing against my will. I wouldn't want to fall asleep. I wouldn't want this moment to end. I would want to stand here forever in his arms on cool balcony in black night. Circled by silence. Our breath the only source of sound.
He whispers something quietly. I can't hear. He whispers again. He whispers again and again. Almost too quietly to be heard. Then I understand. He's whispering my name. Not to get my attention, just to taste it, to repeat it, to be sure that I'm his. I whisper his name, not get his attention, just to be sure he's mine. I am his. And he is mine. No one can deny that from us.
Cold nightwind blows a moment around us, making the trees swish and making me shiver a little.
I try to lean even closer to his warmth, even though I'm already thoroughly closed to his body.
We leave slowly, very slowly, towards door, hands till 'round each other. We are seemingly going inside. I don't protest as he leads towards the door.
He opens the door and the warmth of fire in fireplace welcomes us. Door closes like on it's self and our moment continues on couch.
both:
This is what perfect is.
That kind of weird thing became out of my head. Same thing can be found in Finnish and it's like first thing I've wrote thinking it's fanfiction. I have my idea of who those people are but you can have your own. Please tell me what you liked.