They Weren't There – Missy Higgins
He held her close, breathing in her scent as she slept. She was warm still, her breathing deep, and skin shining with their love. Or so he hoped. But no, she didn't belong to him. Not really. Not yet.
Looking at her sleeping face, he memorised the way her face flushed in her sleep, the way her body felt totally relaxed against his, and knew that they would have their infinity – but not now.
He knew he would drown without her, but she knew that she was stronger without him for now. For now. But when she wasn't, he would be there. For her.
He knew it was wrong, to allow this night. But he needed it right now, needed her for now. For always. But not forever, not yet. One day.
He looked at his watch, noting the time. It would be enough time. For now. He looked down at her, her sleepy face and relaxed body, and leaned down to kiss her swollen lips. Swollen for him, this time, not the other one – her other one. This time… It was for him.
He worked his way from her lips to her throat, and she gave a breathy moan that tapered off in her dream, and then she said his name in her dream, she was dreaming still, of course. Of him. He knew she wouldn't say no to him. Not tonight.
And then she opened her eyes, glazed over and breathing shallow. She looked at him. Through him. He was bare beneath her, above her, around her. Bare for her. Only her. Only tonight. For now.
Refers to: Hard Eight, Janet Evanovich. You know the scene xD
