Post by waterlily43 on Jan 6, 2008 11:04:38 GMT -5
OKay this happens right after the "Lawric is Cuckoo" thread. It's not a songfic but reads like one...prolly cos I was listening to some music when I wrote this.
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She lay next to him on the bed, her face turned towards directly across from him. She couldn't see a thing in the darkness but she didn't need to. His features had long imprinted themselves in her mind, and she knew his expression must be peaceful right now, So different from what he was wearing earlier. His pain no longer troubled his sleep. Was it because of her presence? She wanted to think it was, but she was afraid that she would give herself too much hope and hope was painful. It was a weight on her chest just like the weight of his arm on her waist. It was chipping away at the protection she tried to wrap around herself by not thinking of her feelings--feelings? It was such a neat label that hardly justified what she was holding in right now. If only they were so simple. They were more than feelings, she didn't know what it was, she couldn't begin to describe. But the protection was wearing thin, burning away to reveal the raw, tender core that she had been trying to hide. She might as well have been trying to wrap fire with paper. How could she hold on to it when he was so close? Within touching distance,
So close, so close...
Can I touch you?
She raised a hand, traced it on his cheek, her fingers trembling once they came into contact with the warm skin.
Will you allow me to touch you like this too when you're awake?
She snatched her hand away, fingers tingling as if she had touched an exposed wire.
I'm afraid of the answer.
Her heart was skipping, and it was too noisy, in this room silent except for their breathing. It would wake him.
She didn't want him to wake up now. It was too soon, she wanted to cherish this time with him. Where he wasn't wearing that annoyed face, or that alienated one that had started appearing with alarming frequency lately, slipping away from them, from her.
Don't stray from me
She shifted closer to him. Was she too greedy? She wanted to absorb his warmth, match her breath with his because she was silly, because this was the furthest she could let herself go, when the sunrises and he wakes up this wonderful shared space between them would disappear.
I wish...
I wish you would open your eyes and see how much you mean to me...
But she would never show him that, would she? She could almost be certain the answer would not be the one she wanted and why would she ruin a perfectly good friendship over a heartbreak. She still had to face him no matter what the outcome.
So...just let go.
She closed her eyes.
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She lay next to him on the bed, her face turned towards directly across from him. She couldn't see a thing in the darkness but she didn't need to. His features had long imprinted themselves in her mind, and she knew his expression must be peaceful right now, So different from what he was wearing earlier. His pain no longer troubled his sleep. Was it because of her presence? She wanted to think it was, but she was afraid that she would give herself too much hope and hope was painful. It was a weight on her chest just like the weight of his arm on her waist. It was chipping away at the protection she tried to wrap around herself by not thinking of her feelings--feelings? It was such a neat label that hardly justified what she was holding in right now. If only they were so simple. They were more than feelings, she didn't know what it was, she couldn't begin to describe. But the protection was wearing thin, burning away to reveal the raw, tender core that she had been trying to hide. She might as well have been trying to wrap fire with paper. How could she hold on to it when he was so close? Within touching distance,
So close, so close...
Can I touch you?
She raised a hand, traced it on his cheek, her fingers trembling once they came into contact with the warm skin.
Will you allow me to touch you like this too when you're awake?
She snatched her hand away, fingers tingling as if she had touched an exposed wire.
I'm afraid of the answer.
Her heart was skipping, and it was too noisy, in this room silent except for their breathing. It would wake him.
She didn't want him to wake up now. It was too soon, she wanted to cherish this time with him. Where he wasn't wearing that annoyed face, or that alienated one that had started appearing with alarming frequency lately, slipping away from them, from her.
Don't stray from me
She shifted closer to him. Was she too greedy? She wanted to absorb his warmth, match her breath with his because she was silly, because this was the furthest she could let herself go, when the sunrises and he wakes up this wonderful shared space between them would disappear.
I wish...
I wish you would open your eyes and see how much you mean to me...
But she would never show him that, would she? She could almost be certain the answer would not be the one she wanted and why would she ruin a perfectly good friendship over a heartbreak. She still had to face him no matter what the outcome.
So...just let go.
She closed her eyes.
... I really like Law/Jaime.