L'amour en fuite
He was part of my dream, of course - but then I was part of his dream too. -- Lewis Carroll
Easily intoxicated, uneasily soothed.
The water rippled around us in tiny lingering waves. The movement of the water made me feel more drunk. We lay completely motionless except for the rising and falling of our chests as we breathed. I needed something to steady myself as I lay back against the wall of the pool. Instead I hugged José tighter in my lap, partly nervous that if I let him go, he’d slip away and fade out like one of the waves that lapped at us; partly, because he is what steadies me and keeps me sane. José, my constant... who needs me as much as I need him. Not just now. For always.
The smoke from the fireworks hung in the sky, lucid clouds dissipating into the humidity. I could ignore the smell of gunpowder but I was overwhelmed by the smell of chlorine in José's hair. I kissed the top of his head and he stirred against me, looking up at me, eyes glazed. I was desperate to fix my eyes on something familiar as the night spun around us in a drunken haze.
José’s voice stayed soft and resembled a child's innocence the way it often did. It’s a part of José not many people get to see. He was obviously drunk but still aware, "After, well, after everything, Shelly, do you still love me?"
I looked down at him confused, shifting him in my lap so that he was breathing into my neck, "Bien sûr. I do. You know that."
"I know," he murmured into my skin, "Je t’aime. Toujours. And you won't leave me will you?"
"No," I sighed, "I will always love you and we will always be together. And nothing‘s changed."
"Then let’s go somewhere, okay? We’ll go somewhere, some place cool like, like, maybe California?”
“When," I asked, slightly dazed and unsure what I was agreeing to. José waved his arms around, shrugging as he nestled closer to me.
"Whenever. Let's just go... for your birthday, perhaps? Like a present..."
I laughed and kissed him again, not saying anything. He knew I wanted to go with him, to be with him and he just smiled back, soothed for the moment, "I'll take care of it in the morning, cher, okay? Je t'aime," I whispered into his ear as his lips found my cheek.
Finally relaxed, we sunk back into the water, content to be drunk and wet in our own confusion soaked world.
[oocomgwtfbbq: there's a swimming pool sex scene at the end of this ficlet and if anyone wants it, I will happily privately post it to you]
Easily intoxicated, uneasily soothed.
The water rippled around us in tiny lingering waves. The movement of the water made me feel more drunk. We lay completely motionless except for the rising and falling of our chests as we breathed. I needed something to steady myself as I lay back against the wall of the pool. Instead I hugged José tighter in my lap, partly nervous that if I let him go, he’d slip away and fade out like one of the waves that lapped at us; partly, because he is what steadies me and keeps me sane. José, my constant... who needs me as much as I need him. Not just now. For always.
The smoke from the fireworks hung in the sky, lucid clouds dissipating into the humidity. I could ignore the smell of gunpowder but I was overwhelmed by the smell of chlorine in José's hair. I kissed the top of his head and he stirred against me, looking up at me, eyes glazed. I was desperate to fix my eyes on something familiar as the night spun around us in a drunken haze.
José’s voice stayed soft and resembled a child's innocence the way it often did. It’s a part of José not many people get to see. He was obviously drunk but still aware, "After, well, after everything, Shelly, do you still love me?"
I looked down at him confused, shifting him in my lap so that he was breathing into my neck, "Bien sûr. I do. You know that."
"I know," he murmured into my skin, "Je t’aime. Toujours. And you won't leave me will you?"
"No," I sighed, "I will always love you and we will always be together. And nothing‘s changed."
"Then let’s go somewhere, okay? We’ll go somewhere, some place cool like, like, maybe California?”
“When," I asked, slightly dazed and unsure what I was agreeing to. José waved his arms around, shrugging as he nestled closer to me.
"Whenever. Let's just go... for your birthday, perhaps? Like a present..."
I laughed and kissed him again, not saying anything. He knew I wanted to go with him, to be with him and he just smiled back, soothed for the moment, "I'll take care of it in the morning, cher, okay? Je t'aime," I whispered into his ear as his lips found my cheek.
Finally relaxed, we sunk back into the water, content to be drunk and wet in our own confusion soaked world.
[oocomgwtfbbq: there's a swimming pool sex scene at the end of this ficlet and if anyone wants it, I will happily privately post it to you]