Hey! Guess what? I got talked into writing slash and fluff or whatever this is. You can put the labels on for me, right? I had actually swore that I would NEVER do anything like this and look what happened. I hope I did at least an okay job. It's kind of short but hope you can manage with it.
Anyway, all hate (or love) about the idea can be directed straight to nannily, who came up with this. Actually, this was meant to be a thank you. :)
WARNINGS: This is slash. Rating is probably M. So if you're younger or don't feel up to these kind of things, leave it. I don't want to hear anyone upsetting him/herself.
Okay... I'm scared. Well. Here goes nothing. I haven't asked this before, but reviews, please?
Enjoy!
Four days. And then you get to go home. It took a while and they warn me that it's not over yet. Still, you're ready to go home. I don't listen to you. You aren't going to stay in your apartment. Although, as far as I'm concerned this is yours as well as it's mine. I push you in with steady hand. I help the jacket off ignoring the protests and demands. I turn you around and close you in a tight embrace.
I need you near. You are still weak and tired but I cannot let you slip away from me. I have to hold on to you. I don't want to hurt you but I know it hurts. You want to go and hide for the rest of your life. You feel embarrassed. With no reason. You did nothing wrong. It was your big heart acting and I know it. We all know it. You feel you've made a mistake. Maybe it's me who made you feel that. Maybe you're selling yourself short again just because of me. I told you not to do anything like that to me again. I accused you. Now I want to make it right. Whether you knew it or not.
Your scent. Soft. Powerful. Inviting. Not the hospital anymore.
Your arms around me. You smile. I smile. Your head resting against my shoulder. You won't let go. And neither will I. We stand like that. Eternity. Or it feels like it. You turn your eyes to look at me. We stare at each other. Intensively.
Your lips coming closer to mine. Connecting. Sweet and lingering kiss. Sigh. Small laugh telling how good it feels. I'm not sure if it comes from you or from me. You lick your lips. I touch yours again with mine and our tongues now slide to dance together. I feel my legs tremble. We shouldn't do it here. Not breaking the kiss gently I gently guide you towards the bedroom.
Your back hits the wall. Groan. My lips leave yours. They sweep your cheek. Ear. Chin. Neck. They stop on your collar bone. You reach for my shirt pulling me close. You back arches as I let my hands slide down your sides. They reach your hips and your knees buckle. I pick you up. I carry you to the bed. Lay you down. Sitting. I kneel. Wrap my fingers around the tail of your sweater. Pull it up. Over your head. Another sigh.
You're thinner than I remember. Beautiful. In ways no woman can ever be.
I stand up. Lower your back slowly. Climb to bed. Your eyes demand me. Together we dress my shirt off. And we stop for a second. Then the kiss.
Your hands wandering around my upper body. Touching me. Your fingers tracing their way along the lines of my muscles. I shudder. You huff. Our eyes meet. I know I'm lucky. The luckiest.
We take our time. We are in no rush. Because now we know this might very well be our last time together. We should make it count.
Your hands on my hips. You sift. I hear my belt being unbuckled. A smile we share with each other. Your hands going down. My thighs. I kiss along your chest. My hands searching. For a split second we lose it. We pick up the pace. I don't have my jeans on anymore. You pant. My hands still wandering. Reaching for your waistband. You grip my thighs as I pull your pants off.
We kiss. Passionately.
I look at you. Almost asleep. I roll off of you. Carefully place my arm under your head. You curl up against me. No protest. No need to do anything. What we both need is already there. Proximity. Love. No fear. No cold. No dark. Just us. You and me.