By Karen ([email protected])
Author's Note: This is a (very) short single shot effort, inspired by me not being in the right country to actually SEE the prom.
OK, this is this is odd. This is definitely not what I expected tonight. Or any night. But it's there it's happening. I'm standing here, wind tousling my hair, chilling my scalp. Iron railing cold against my hand, my hip. I shuffle my feet. Yep, that would be solid wood beneath them. Scent of the creek, light, fresh- distinctive, yet indefinable. Lights- stationary, darting, flickering feebly or momentarily searing my retinas as they sweep across me. And there are sounds, definite, simple sounds- water lapping, snatches of laughter, music. All senses present and accounted for, functioning within normal parameters, Sir! Or so they would have me believe.
I let my consciousness focus, daring my traitorous senses to overwhelm me again. And they do. Maybe it's the ethereal quality of the moonlight spilling onto him, curving softly over his cheek, over his full lips, spinning spider webs through his hair and sprinkling gleaming silver in those luminous eyes. Or perhaps it's the motion of the boat, rising and falling gently in time with the river's breath. Or is it simply him?
His eyes smile so sweetly at me, alive with the light of the moon, and the skin around them crinkles, little rivulets of darkness running from the light. I like that. I think back to all the times I've seen those creases appear, every time accompanied by a smile, a grin, a burst of laughter. And I wonder how I ever believed I was unaffected by it. I smile back, revelling in his gaze, drinking in every detail I can. His face is full of lines, the crinkles at his eyes, deep creases around his mouth, the hint of a dimple Faces tell stories, and his tells of laughter, freedom, life. And as I bring my gaze back to meet his, I think that it tells of love as well. My smile turns slightly mocking- affection, Jack, affection. It couldn't be love, not after just one kiss.
His fingers catch my cheek, his thumb brushing lightly over my skin, and with the light touch my pulse quickens. I can hear my blood roaring through my body as his eyes swell to encompass the world and his lips part to encompass mine. His kiss is slow and soft, but insistent, demanding a return. I let my lips respond, moving in synchrony with his, a dance, a waltz. His arms are strong around me, his body firm against mine, and I feel myself melting against him, absorbing his heat, our heat, and letting it fill me. There's a hunger in this kiss, both need and desire, but held in check, just beyond the point of surrender. Surrender will come later, for us both, but for now. For now, this is all there is. This is all there needs to be. Just the two of us, alone, under the stars. In each other's arms. Just me, and Tobey.
The End