We've been slaves to this love from the moment we touched...
You’re standing at his door now, and you’ve never been this indecisive about anything, the way you are now.
You can’t even bring your fist up to rap it on the wood so he’ll open it. The thought of what he might say, what he might do, is too much to bear, and you’re even pondering going home and forgetting that phone call ever happened.
A quiet sob from inside cancels that thought quickly, though, and you knock slowly, biting on your lip as your mind continues to debate whether or not you’re doing the right thing…for either of you.
The answer is yes. You know it immediately when he opens the door, dressed in pajamas and draped in a blue blanket, looking as miserable as you’ve been the last few months.
His eyes are barely even blue anymore and his whole face is puffy and red from all that crying you heard on the phone.
He’s…gorgeous. Even with fluid running from his nose and giant reddish purple circles around his eyes, hair beyond untidy with all the sleeping you guess he’s been doing…beautiful doesn’t begin to cover how good he looks to you.
He blinks twice, and then drops a corner of his blanket to rub his eyes, murmuring, “Dream, Alex, just dream. Wake up now, please.”
You know your eyes are starting to tear up as you shake your head at him, stepping inside and closing the door behind you.
“No dream, Alex. I’m really here, and I’m not here to upset you this time.”
“Why you here?” he demands, eyes wary and nervous as he sits on the couch and cocoons himself in that very same blanket.
You sit slowly, next to him but not close enough to put him on his guard. “I think we may have gone about it all the wrong way,” you say, and you can’t think of a thing you’ve said in your life that you believe more than that.
He looks confused, tilting his head and clutching his blanket tighter. “Um, what you speak of?”
“I’m talking about us, Alex. The us there used to be before you ruined it, and then I ruined it. The us that started at that press conference when you took me up to your room and fucked me. We went about all of it, every little thing, the wrong way.”
He shakes his head. “There’s no us anymore, Sidney. You told me you do not want me.”
“I lied.”
Long moments pass, and every one of them prolongs the terror you feel. Terror that he may never forgive your deceit and the vengeance you inflicted.
He doesn’t seem to realize how wrong it is that you lied. No, instead, you see him smile a little, and then a lot, and he drops the blanket without noticing it, turning fully to face you.
“You want me?” he asks, and you’re shocked by how shy and insecure he seems right then. You never thought you’d see the day when Alex wasn’t confident.
You can’t help the way your lips turn up and your nod is hardly voluntary.
His face is lit up brighter than the sun, and he launches himself at you, bracing his hands on your chest as he bends up and kisses your lips the way he did that first night, sweetly and sensually and in the exact same fashion that made you fall for him in the first place.
His arms wrap around your neck and you hold him in place with one hand on his back, running the other through his tear-soaked dark hair and slipping your tongue softly into his mouth.
When he stops for breath, your smile matches his in brightness. You’d forgotten how incredible kissing him was, and the reminder had been just what you’d been missing the last months.
“I love you, Sidney,” he whispers, and you’d bet your captaincy that it’s the first time he’s ever said it to a lover.
And that it will be the last, because your answering, “I love you too, Alex,” puts a joy in his eyes you doubt will ever fade.
And then you kiss him again.
Why? Because you can.
***
*grin*
You can’t even bring your fist up to rap it on the wood so he’ll open it. The thought of what he might say, what he might do, is too much to bear, and you’re even pondering going home and forgetting that phone call ever happened.
A quiet sob from inside cancels that thought quickly, though, and you knock slowly, biting on your lip as your mind continues to debate whether or not you’re doing the right thing…for either of you.
The answer is yes. You know it immediately when he opens the door, dressed in pajamas and draped in a blue blanket, looking as miserable as you’ve been the last few months.
His eyes are barely even blue anymore and his whole face is puffy and red from all that crying you heard on the phone.
He’s…gorgeous. Even with fluid running from his nose and giant reddish purple circles around his eyes, hair beyond untidy with all the sleeping you guess he’s been doing…beautiful doesn’t begin to cover how good he looks to you.
He blinks twice, and then drops a corner of his blanket to rub his eyes, murmuring, “Dream, Alex, just dream. Wake up now, please.”
You know your eyes are starting to tear up as you shake your head at him, stepping inside and closing the door behind you.
“No dream, Alex. I’m really here, and I’m not here to upset you this time.”
“Why you here?” he demands, eyes wary and nervous as he sits on the couch and cocoons himself in that very same blanket.
You sit slowly, next to him but not close enough to put him on his guard. “I think we may have gone about it all the wrong way,” you say, and you can’t think of a thing you’ve said in your life that you believe more than that.
He looks confused, tilting his head and clutching his blanket tighter. “Um, what you speak of?”
“I’m talking about us, Alex. The us there used to be before you ruined it, and then I ruined it. The us that started at that press conference when you took me up to your room and fucked me. We went about all of it, every little thing, the wrong way.”
He shakes his head. “There’s no us anymore, Sidney. You told me you do not want me.”
“I lied.”
Long moments pass, and every one of them prolongs the terror you feel. Terror that he may never forgive your deceit and the vengeance you inflicted.
He doesn’t seem to realize how wrong it is that you lied. No, instead, you see him smile a little, and then a lot, and he drops the blanket without noticing it, turning fully to face you.
“You want me?” he asks, and you’re shocked by how shy and insecure he seems right then. You never thought you’d see the day when Alex wasn’t confident.
You can’t help the way your lips turn up and your nod is hardly voluntary.
His face is lit up brighter than the sun, and he launches himself at you, bracing his hands on your chest as he bends up and kisses your lips the way he did that first night, sweetly and sensually and in the exact same fashion that made you fall for him in the first place.
His arms wrap around your neck and you hold him in place with one hand on his back, running the other through his tear-soaked dark hair and slipping your tongue softly into his mouth.
When he stops for breath, your smile matches his in brightness. You’d forgotten how incredible kissing him was, and the reminder had been just what you’d been missing the last months.
“I love you, Sidney,” he whispers, and you’d bet your captaincy that it’s the first time he’s ever said it to a lover.
And that it will be the last, because your answering, “I love you too, Alex,” puts a joy in his eyes you doubt will ever fade.
And then you kiss him again.
Why? Because you can.
***
*grin*