Stay
A/n: So this is either one of two things. It is either the cheesiest thing I have ever written or one of the sweetest. I think it's cheesy and thisclose to being a Harlequin romance passage that I may puke. Anyway no names or personal identifiers are used here so you decide who the couple is. And enjoy this; be it by laughing you arse off or by swooning, whichever one works for you.
Beta'd by: They-Call-Me-Orange. She is truly betalicious, as she managed to beta for me and post her own new fic, Teenage Dirtbag. Yes I'm plugging her. Got a problem with that? Too bad.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Dc Comics owns the TT and they're damn lucky that I can't get to them or else we'd be having some serious confrontations regarding the death of my sweet Kid Flash. Jerks. The title comes from Emmy Rossum's song, Stay.
She had to wonder if it was truly fair. Love. There were days, hours, moments when she was sure that he had the unfair advantage. Times when she was absolutely sure that the cards had been stacked against her, that cosmos had aligned against her.
It didn't take much for him to get past her defenses, to knock her guard down and out for the count. A smile, a glance, a gentle brush of his arm against hers. His voice, soft and gentle breathing her name. The simplest and to some, most seemingly insignificant actions left her weak in the knees and gasping for breath. Left her falling from the heavens. Shook her and blew her away.
One look and she was a puddle in the rain, a drop in the sea, and a grain of sand on the beach. So small, so tiny, and so infinitesimal. And yet at the same time so perfectly beautiful. He made her feel beautiful, all in one look. Every flaw, every blemish, every scar, and every imperfection disappeared when his eye's met hers.
His touch set her world ablaze. His hand in hers sparked a flame deep within her being, one so hot, so intense, so blindingly bright that she sometimes feared it would set her aflame, devour her, engulf her in its burning light. The heat started from deep within and with intensity that shook her very soul, rushed outward, bathing her in it warmth, fueling a rebirth like that of a phoenix.
Truly though the most exhilarating moments were when he said her name. His voice intoxicated her. He savored every syllable, every letter. He said her name like a benediction, gently breathing it into the air. He cherished the name and the woman behind it. His voice so low, and so rich that it set off butterflies within her. Made her heart flutter and dance across her chest.
At times she would wonder if she ever had this effect on him. Wondered if she ever made him as weak in knees and fluttery in the stomach as he made her.
And then she would breathe his name into the night, wrap it around her like a cloak, wear it as if it were her own and watch as he slowly fell apart. She would whisper his name, oh so softly and oh so sweetly and watch as it made him crumble, watch as it pulled him in and set his head spinning.
She'd gently grasp his hands; let her slender fingers nimbly dance along his palm. She relished the gentle shudders and shivers she evoked. Loved the way his eyes got a little darker and his voice a little deeper every time she touched him. She'd gently press her lips to his, making his world blur and head spin. She loved the way he seemed to fall for her a little bit harder, got tangled in her just a little bit more with every kiss.
She'd glance at him, wide bright eyes catching his. She'd look at him, hoping he could see all she felt for him, hoping he knew how she felt for him. Holding his glance a heartbeat too long, just to see him stumble, see his defenses crumble and turn to dust just because of her. Watched as each hooded look from her sent him over the edge.
And then she'd figure that maybe this whole love experience wasn't so unfair after all.
A/N: Ugh. I still think it's a bit on the cheesy side. But since I'm notoriously harder on myself than people think I should be, why don't you all review and tell me what you think. Go on, tell me. I can handle it.