He lay in bed on an old public transport after a long night of drinking and far too many cookies and slowly drifted into his recurring dream.
There were no words as he looked at her. The steady rhythm of his heart beat faster with every second he looked into her blue eyes. How had he missed her? If words existed to express such a thing he didn't know them. He loved her like the myriad pieces of a broken heart loved the whole and missed her like the flowers missed the gentle spring rain. Was this real? This moment, could it be? He took a step closer, still no words could escape his trembling lips as he found himself holding his breath as if even to breath would chase this moment away and she would be gone. The distance closed further as another step was taken, legs nearly to weak from nerves to carry him forward. Slowly he reached a hand forward fear that she was a mere illusion a unreal phantom from his own mind sent to torment him further with the memory of his lost love. Gently his hand bushed hers and sent sensations dancing across his skin. The softness of her hand the small fingersas he held them lightly afraid that if he were not gentle the illusion would break and she would again be gone. He stepped forward closer as she looked down from his face. His other hand moving gently up to brush her cheek and then offer a gentle caress. He brushed back her hair gently as he continued to hold her hand in his. Strong fingers ran softly over her pale skin as he pushed hair the color of a suns ray over a her ear. He was close now.
Standing nearly pressed against her as he took in all he could still unsure if this were real or prehaps he had descended into madness. The slight smell of citrus graced his senses along with the smell of her skin. He felt her breath as his fingers ran from her ear down the side of her face. His eyes wide, in awe of her as the emerald orbs drank in the sight of her like a dessert plain greedily taking in every drop of a rare precious rain. His hand slid to her neck gently and he looked down as she looked up. Their eyes again met and yet again no words could express what they both understood. The set of his eyes, his jaw and shoulders. The feel of his hand still holding hers would tell her more than his stumbling words ever could. Slowly he leaned down unsure of himself as he brought his lips near hers. He hesitated mere centimeters from her lips as his hand slid from hers and gently to her side. He softly pulled her close. His heart beating wildly as his body touched hers. The paused felt like an eternity as his senses danced with everything that was her. He reveled in her look, her smell, her touch. The feel of her chest rise and fall against him, the sound of her breathing.
Hesitation gone, fear allayed, he close the small gaps between their lips pressing gently at first unsure even now of whether she was there or a figment of his imagination. Was this a trick? Was it real? He didn't know.
He pulled her against him now and kissed her more firmly as his head swam with emotion. Passion that screamed in his chest no longer able to do anything but find release as he opened his lips slightly and kissed her with the lips of a man in in love. From the depths of his soul did this kiss come as his hand held the side of her face the other hand rising along her body to hold the other side as his lips sought hers with reckless abandon. Breathing increased, all ready pounding heart threatened to burst as he pressed his lips to hers. He didn't know if this was real or madness but if it was madness than he would never desire sanity. If this were however just a dream, then he vowed to never wake. Of the kisses known to all as the most passionate, the moust true, this one held itself above them. Only seconds, minutes, hours, or perhaps eternity passed with her lips to his and with reluctance he pulled away. It mattered little as even if it had been eternity it would never be enough. He was stricken by her, he burned, he pined, he perished to have her forever in his arms. He leaned his forehead to hers eyes nearly closed as he drank in her scent.
"Hey." He whispered softly as he softly brushed her lips again with his. "Please be real." His words so soft they could have died from a strong breath as he held her.
Again he awoke sweating and reached for her in the force. She was still gone.
There were no words as he looked at her. The steady rhythm of his heart beat faster with every second he looked into her blue eyes. How had he missed her? If words existed to express such a thing he didn't know them. He loved her like the myriad pieces of a broken heart loved the whole and missed her like the flowers missed the gentle spring rain. Was this real? This moment, could it be? He took a step closer, still no words could escape his trembling lips as he found himself holding his breath as if even to breath would chase this moment away and she would be gone. The distance closed further as another step was taken, legs nearly to weak from nerves to carry him forward. Slowly he reached a hand forward fear that she was a mere illusion a unreal phantom from his own mind sent to torment him further with the memory of his lost love. Gently his hand bushed hers and sent sensations dancing across his skin. The softness of her hand the small fingersas he held them lightly afraid that if he were not gentle the illusion would break and she would again be gone. He stepped forward closer as she looked down from his face. His other hand moving gently up to brush her cheek and then offer a gentle caress. He brushed back her hair gently as he continued to hold her hand in his. Strong fingers ran softly over her pale skin as he pushed hair the color of a suns ray over a her ear. He was close now.
Standing nearly pressed against her as he took in all he could still unsure if this were real or prehaps he had descended into madness. The slight smell of citrus graced his senses along with the smell of her skin. He felt her breath as his fingers ran from her ear down the side of her face. His eyes wide, in awe of her as the emerald orbs drank in the sight of her like a dessert plain greedily taking in every drop of a rare precious rain. His hand slid to her neck gently and he looked down as she looked up. Their eyes again met and yet again no words could express what they both understood. The set of his eyes, his jaw and shoulders. The feel of his hand still holding hers would tell her more than his stumbling words ever could. Slowly he leaned down unsure of himself as he brought his lips near hers. He hesitated mere centimeters from her lips as his hand slid from hers and gently to her side. He softly pulled her close. His heart beating wildly as his body touched hers. The paused felt like an eternity as his senses danced with everything that was her. He reveled in her look, her smell, her touch. The feel of her chest rise and fall against him, the sound of her breathing.
Hesitation gone, fear allayed, he close the small gaps between their lips pressing gently at first unsure even now of whether she was there or a figment of his imagination. Was this a trick? Was it real? He didn't know.
He pulled her against him now and kissed her more firmly as his head swam with emotion. Passion that screamed in his chest no longer able to do anything but find release as he opened his lips slightly and kissed her with the lips of a man in in love. From the depths of his soul did this kiss come as his hand held the side of her face the other hand rising along her body to hold the other side as his lips sought hers with reckless abandon. Breathing increased, all ready pounding heart threatened to burst as he pressed his lips to hers. He didn't know if this was real or madness but if it was madness than he would never desire sanity. If this were however just a dream, then he vowed to never wake. Of the kisses known to all as the most passionate, the moust true, this one held itself above them. Only seconds, minutes, hours, or perhaps eternity passed with her lips to his and with reluctance he pulled away. It mattered little as even if it had been eternity it would never be enough. He was stricken by her, he burned, he pined, he perished to have her forever in his arms. He leaned his forehead to hers eyes nearly closed as he drank in her scent.
"Hey." He whispered softly as he softly brushed her lips again with his. "Please be real." His words so soft they could have died from a strong breath as he held her.
Again he awoke sweating and reached for her in the force. She was still gone.
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