random song drabbles.
don't ask me how these came into being. it was probably boredom.
but i'd like to have them lying around :/ no actual reason though.
A crash. A plate had smashed into the floor and I stood silent at the shards that had shattered across the cherry hardwood floors. The utter sound of the crash had made me jump, unfamiliar with the harsh noise. I hadn’t even noticed too much when my shoulders moved to cringe. Mainly because he wasn’t violent. His eyes were angry though, like a storm had ripped through them and only the destruction and pain was left in the iris. It hurt so much to look at him.
His hand reached out to me, it was bleeding from a shard of glass that was wedged perfectly between his thumb and index finger.
- - -
I closed my eyes. The feeling of his subtle breath against my cheek was, calming. He smiled and I could feel it against the shell of my ear. A smile broke across my features, his hands wrapping around my waist. It wasn’t a possessive hold but one that let me know gently that he was there for me. That I filled his time.
- - -
Sometimes he could make me so, so frustrated. The way his world was parallel and upside down from mine. I loved him for it though. Sometimes made me close my eyelids and hang off the side of the bed, maybe so I could see the world through his eyes. And when I opened them, sometime I felt like I could walk on the ceiling, his gentle rolling laugh meeting my ears and I pretended to place one foot after the other around the ceiling fan.
She was a problem. Maybe not for him, and it wasn’t that I didn’t trust him, or maybe it was. It was her that I didn’t trust. The way she wore her beat up clothes, the way she hung on him just a little too close for my comfort. It bothered me in ways that spoke volumes. I was the jealous type.
Maybe he didn’t care, maybe he really did just come home at night and mean it when he kissed my ear and whispered “love you” into the hollow of my neck. But one part of myself just couldn’t believe it. I could imagine him surrendering to her temptation all too easily.
- - -
I should trust in him more. I shouldn’t be so jumpy.
We were in a fucking amusement park. Well, more specifically a dumpy amusement park bathroom stall. The overpowering scent of cotton candy and some kind of funnel cake was choking. But that didn’t matter. In fact it made me smile because his breath smelled just like that god damn funnel cake, and I kind of wanted to shove my tongue right into his mouth. He pushed me up against the cold metal door and I laughed- no giggled at the way his hands held my hips. I wrapped my legs around his waist and he smiled. He knew just what I wanted.
- - -
The smoke clouding my living room was almost unbearable. The boys were in full swing, bongs letting out like chimneys. It was amazing that I managed to breathe. Out back wasn’t much better, beer cans filled the pool and I was sure there were a couple of people lounging in my lawn chairs I didn’t personally know. It was enticing and interesting. I’d never held a house party before, and it was probably a poor decision to try it now, but hell I couldn’t remember what the hell happened and that was fine with me. I could get up tomorrow and do the whole thing again.
- - -
The way the light streamed into the room I would have sworn the man was a fucking god. His porcelain skin made mine tingle. He was perfectly sculpted, the defined muscles gave me a rush, just running my fingers over them. His skin rippled as my heated hands roamed the flush white plains of his body. He teased me and grabbed my leg pulling me under the sheets, and we tumbled around in the colossal pile of crisp white sheets until I was laughing so hard we had to stop so I could catch my breath. He flashed a toothy perfect smile and I propped my head up on a hand, lying on my side. He pushed some hair out of my face and smiled at me. How did I end up with someone so… perfect?
but i'd like to have them lying around :/ no actual reason though.
A crash. A plate had smashed into the floor and I stood silent at the shards that had shattered across the cherry hardwood floors. The utter sound of the crash had made me jump, unfamiliar with the harsh noise. I hadn’t even noticed too much when my shoulders moved to cringe. Mainly because he wasn’t violent. His eyes were angry though, like a storm had ripped through them and only the destruction and pain was left in the iris. It hurt so much to look at him.
His hand reached out to me, it was bleeding from a shard of glass that was wedged perfectly between his thumb and index finger.
- - -
I closed my eyes. The feeling of his subtle breath against my cheek was, calming. He smiled and I could feel it against the shell of my ear. A smile broke across my features, his hands wrapping around my waist. It wasn’t a possessive hold but one that let me know gently that he was there for me. That I filled his time.
- - -
Sometimes he could make me so, so frustrated. The way his world was parallel and upside down from mine. I loved him for it though. Sometimes made me close my eyelids and hang off the side of the bed, maybe so I could see the world through his eyes. And when I opened them, sometime I felt like I could walk on the ceiling, his gentle rolling laugh meeting my ears and I pretended to place one foot after the other around the ceiling fan.
She was a problem. Maybe not for him, and it wasn’t that I didn’t trust him, or maybe it was. It was her that I didn’t trust. The way she wore her beat up clothes, the way she hung on him just a little too close for my comfort. It bothered me in ways that spoke volumes. I was the jealous type.
Maybe he didn’t care, maybe he really did just come home at night and mean it when he kissed my ear and whispered “love you” into the hollow of my neck. But one part of myself just couldn’t believe it. I could imagine him surrendering to her temptation all too easily.
- - -
I should trust in him more. I shouldn’t be so jumpy.
We were in a fucking amusement park. Well, more specifically a dumpy amusement park bathroom stall. The overpowering scent of cotton candy and some kind of funnel cake was choking. But that didn’t matter. In fact it made me smile because his breath smelled just like that god damn funnel cake, and I kind of wanted to shove my tongue right into his mouth. He pushed me up against the cold metal door and I laughed- no giggled at the way his hands held my hips. I wrapped my legs around his waist and he smiled. He knew just what I wanted.
- - -
The smoke clouding my living room was almost unbearable. The boys were in full swing, bongs letting out like chimneys. It was amazing that I managed to breathe. Out back wasn’t much better, beer cans filled the pool and I was sure there were a couple of people lounging in my lawn chairs I didn’t personally know. It was enticing and interesting. I’d never held a house party before, and it was probably a poor decision to try it now, but hell I couldn’t remember what the hell happened and that was fine with me. I could get up tomorrow and do the whole thing again.
- - -
The way the light streamed into the room I would have sworn the man was a fucking god. His porcelain skin made mine tingle. He was perfectly sculpted, the defined muscles gave me a rush, just running my fingers over them. His skin rippled as my heated hands roamed the flush white plains of his body. He teased me and grabbed my leg pulling me under the sheets, and we tumbled around in the colossal pile of crisp white sheets until I was laughing so hard we had to stop so I could catch my breath. He flashed a toothy perfect smile and I propped my head up on a hand, lying on my side. He pushed some hair out of my face and smiled at me. How did I end up with someone so… perfect?