Aranea
Title: Aranea - Standalone
Author:
soulsdisband
Pairing: Bert + Gerard
Rating: PG. Too much sex. But not smut.
POV: First - Bert.
Disclaimer: Don't own. Didn't happen
Summary: We are caught in a web of each other. A try at plaing with words.
Mirrors. Phoenix - fire / new skin. Perfectly impossible. Currents. Aranea - spider’s web.
The sticky night settles upon our bare bodies like a new skin. I can feel it graft itself to me, and I can feel us in it’s muggy coating. Your hair is splayed over my skin with the twist of a fluid ocean current, and I can smell the shampoo you used which reminds me of how this all started.
The first time was in the shower, too sanitized for the gritty act which was a captive net. We were swollen in our love and it was so intense the friction from our bodies was pure blaze. So we percolated and we stewed and we mixed ourselves a feast of delicious unattainability. We were so perfect and so fucking flawed and inside I felt full of dirty bath water. I scrubbed and scrubbed our fucks away and bled with a love so broken and granulated that it ran smooth over leathery palms.
So we come hard against the blank blue skies and mix speckled stars into their darkened depths. We paint a new constellation which we, so fittingly, name Aranea. We are tangled in a web of truth but I am sick of hearing it all. I want you to lie to me. I want you to lie on me because all we do is screech our tires in front of road blocks which are only mirrors. I want to be suffocated by your weight on me, and it scares me because the careful rocking of your body is a comfort in the darkness.
I don’t know how it came to this, because you love me and I love you and love should be unbreakable but if we’re broken then what will it all come to? I am confused and it becomes clear when I read it back-to-front because these shards of me allow an insight inside. I look and search but once again all I can see is you - because when I really think about it us is all we have. I am your opposite, but exactly the same so expect me to be perfect because you know, deep inside, that you can’t be. This is all I can do, but you will still feel the same way because nothing ever changes here.
Sorry if I’m not what you want me to be, but when I ask you to tell me who I should be, you don’t answer me. I don’t answer me. Because we are the same and all I’m really here for is that moment when you feel so full of passion that you just want to fuck yourself.
On those hot, hard nights I could do nothing but wait for the currents to change. And when you left I’d ruffle up my sweaty hair to make if seem as though I’d been loved. Seem as though you’d made love to me, not fucked me. But in reality, there’s no difference.
So we drove along the melting tarmac to try and find a new beginning. We reminisced about hazy nights and forgotten mornings and “I’ll only try it once”. We talked about scabs in a crevasse and powdery lines through my mind. These things are all we can remember about each other, and yet they are what made us forget. We are everything and nothing and in a split second we live out our infinities. We are The Innocent Criminals and the perfectly flawed theories of science. We tell the truth but it doesn’t make sense, and when this all comes to be, I will come for you. We are, and we aren’t, but if it has to come down to it, there can only be a beginning and an end.
We fumbled through the fervour and slimed ourselves over each other in the slick back seat. We fucked so hot that I burst into flames and started a better life. We are so perfect that we’re fucked up and I don’t understand a word of what we mean. Half of what we say is just truth to fill the time, but I’d rather live in fantasy than in this life.
So you drive me home to our place and you put me to sleep beneath our sheets, but this night we don’t soil this bed so hard and strong and insatiably ideal, instead we lie just simply and breathe in the smoke of my fire. I have lost a skin beneath this murky heat and now we’re new. Better than ever, more fucked up, and a new adventure waits. If you will only put your fist through our reflection.
Author:
soulsdisband
Pairing: Bert + Gerard
Rating: PG. Too much sex. But not smut.
POV: First - Bert.
Disclaimer: Don't own. Didn't happen
Summary: We are caught in a web of each other. A try at plaing with words.
Mirrors. Phoenix - fire / new skin. Perfectly impossible. Currents. Aranea - spider’s web.
The sticky night settles upon our bare bodies like a new skin. I can feel it graft itself to me, and I can feel us in it’s muggy coating. Your hair is splayed over my skin with the twist of a fluid ocean current, and I can smell the shampoo you used which reminds me of how this all started.
The first time was in the shower, too sanitized for the gritty act which was a captive net. We were swollen in our love and it was so intense the friction from our bodies was pure blaze. So we percolated and we stewed and we mixed ourselves a feast of delicious unattainability. We were so perfect and so fucking flawed and inside I felt full of dirty bath water. I scrubbed and scrubbed our fucks away and bled with a love so broken and granulated that it ran smooth over leathery palms.
So we come hard against the blank blue skies and mix speckled stars into their darkened depths. We paint a new constellation which we, so fittingly, name Aranea. We are tangled in a web of truth but I am sick of hearing it all. I want you to lie to me. I want you to lie on me because all we do is screech our tires in front of road blocks which are only mirrors. I want to be suffocated by your weight on me, and it scares me because the careful rocking of your body is a comfort in the darkness.
I don’t know how it came to this, because you love me and I love you and love should be unbreakable but if we’re broken then what will it all come to? I am confused and it becomes clear when I read it back-to-front because these shards of me allow an insight inside. I look and search but once again all I can see is you - because when I really think about it us is all we have. I am your opposite, but exactly the same so expect me to be perfect because you know, deep inside, that you can’t be. This is all I can do, but you will still feel the same way because nothing ever changes here.
Sorry if I’m not what you want me to be, but when I ask you to tell me who I should be, you don’t answer me. I don’t answer me. Because we are the same and all I’m really here for is that moment when you feel so full of passion that you just want to fuck yourself.
On those hot, hard nights I could do nothing but wait for the currents to change. And when you left I’d ruffle up my sweaty hair to make if seem as though I’d been loved. Seem as though you’d made love to me, not fucked me. But in reality, there’s no difference.
So we drove along the melting tarmac to try and find a new beginning. We reminisced about hazy nights and forgotten mornings and “I’ll only try it once”. We talked about scabs in a crevasse and powdery lines through my mind. These things are all we can remember about each other, and yet they are what made us forget. We are everything and nothing and in a split second we live out our infinities. We are The Innocent Criminals and the perfectly flawed theories of science. We tell the truth but it doesn’t make sense, and when this all comes to be, I will come for you. We are, and we aren’t, but if it has to come down to it, there can only be a beginning and an end.
We fumbled through the fervour and slimed ourselves over each other in the slick back seat. We fucked so hot that I burst into flames and started a better life. We are so perfect that we’re fucked up and I don’t understand a word of what we mean. Half of what we say is just truth to fill the time, but I’d rather live in fantasy than in this life.
So you drive me home to our place and you put me to sleep beneath our sheets, but this night we don’t soil this bed so hard and strong and insatiably ideal, instead we lie just simply and breathe in the smoke of my fire. I have lost a skin beneath this murky heat and now we’re new. Better than ever, more fucked up, and a new adventure waits. If you will only put your fist through our reflection.