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Title: You
Pairing: Vam
Rating: pg-13
Summary: You're the only one who can make me feel invisible when the crowds are screaming my name.
Warning:fluffy angst
Authors Note:
You're the only one who can make me feel invisible when the crowds are screaming my name. The way your eyes just slide past me, as though I’m too uninteresting to take the time to actually look at me. And just when I think it can't get any worse, that I have to get your attention or I’ll die, you gently take my hand and squeeze it. You might not even be looking at me when you do it, but I know for that one moment in time, I’m the center of your universe and I can't help feeling smug and awed at the same time.
Smug that you chose me over all the others you could have had and awed that you chose me. YOU chose me to grace with your presence and desire. I want to pin you to the bed and worship you as you deserve, in the most carnal of ways. I want you to kiss me and fuck me, but most of all never leave me. You could have all the flings you want, go out and sleep with a new person every night, as long as you came back to me afterwards.
I long to whisper those three words, but you don't do love, you do possession. I’m yours and that's as close as I’ll ever get with you. And for now it's enough. so even if it's only in my own mind, I tell you that I love you too every time you squeeze my hand or curl an arm around my waist and growl "mine" in my ear as we're drifting off in post-coital exhaustion.
Yours Bammie.
Always and forever.
Pairing: Vam
Rating: pg-13
Summary: You're the only one who can make me feel invisible when the crowds are screaming my name.
Warning:fluffy angst
Authors Note:
You're the only one who can make me feel invisible when the crowds are screaming my name. The way your eyes just slide past me, as though I’m too uninteresting to take the time to actually look at me. And just when I think it can't get any worse, that I have to get your attention or I’ll die, you gently take my hand and squeeze it. You might not even be looking at me when you do it, but I know for that one moment in time, I’m the center of your universe and I can't help feeling smug and awed at the same time.
Smug that you chose me over all the others you could have had and awed that you chose me. YOU chose me to grace with your presence and desire. I want to pin you to the bed and worship you as you deserve, in the most carnal of ways. I want you to kiss me and fuck me, but most of all never leave me. You could have all the flings you want, go out and sleep with a new person every night, as long as you came back to me afterwards.
I long to whisper those three words, but you don't do love, you do possession. I’m yours and that's as close as I’ll ever get with you. And for now it's enough. so even if it's only in my own mind, I tell you that I love you too every time you squeeze my hand or curl an arm around my waist and growl "mine" in my ear as we're drifting off in post-coital exhaustion.
Yours Bammie.
Always and forever.