Oneshot: If I know what love is, it's because of you
Title: If I know what love is, it's because of you
Pairing: David Archuleta/David Cook
Summary: Sometimes words really are superfluous and reality is better than anything you could dream.
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 827
Chapter: 1/1
Disclaimer: All of this is fictional and made for fun. I make no profit off of this or claim any rights. I don't own either David.
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Your head is leaning leisurely against its pillow, about to be marked with drool here pretty soon with the lull of the television going through one eardrum and out the other, late nights on the road catching up to you, and the arms of your recliner snuggling firmly around you, its fingertips leaving goose bumps in its wake, trailing across the length of your elbow to your wrist and back. Your self-made seat shifts slightly, legs probably falling asleep. Really, you aren’t sure of how long the two of you have been sitting there, hours for sure, the movies that you keep popping into the DVD player not really being paid attention to. Which was even on now?
Perhaps Finding Nemo, your personal favorite. Perhaps Rock Star, one of his favorites. Perhaps Juno, one that you both enjoy.
It doesn’t really matter if you’re being honest, lifting and turning your head so that you can take in the familiar view. It was like a vacation on the beach. His smile is the sun and you soak in the radiance of its warmth. His feet aren’t exactly like sand, but you are curling your toes against his, socks and shoes left at the doorway. And the soothing motions he is making with his fingers on your arms is your ocean, tidal waves racking over your body. You shiver at the cool sensations that course through you.
But he is too familiar to be a vacation. He is more like home. Arms are wound about you, the blanket that embraced as you snuggle up on the couch. There is the face that you watch like a rerun of your favorite show. And his kisses are the homemade meals you’d missed and longed for while you were away.
With a yearning hunger creeping into your stomach, you crane your neck so that your supple, thoroughly-chewed lips meet his, that scruff around his mouth a usual ingredient that is now integral, a taste you’ve acquired over time.
Your fingers curl into the cloth of a shirt that you can remember buying, bringing his form towards you and his head downwards so that you can have receive a better reception to that connection that had been out of reach for too long.
Roughened from years of guitar playing but still gentle while they cradle your face, hands cup your cheeks and you close your eyes to revel in the feel of his touch, something that you’d been pining for. Mouths ground against each other, opening to release a suction that draws you in and swallowing the content sigh that came along with it.
His tongue is cautious while it wades in the shallow end of your mouth, running along your bottom lip before delving to deeper depths, to the caverns of your mouth where your tongue rises up to mesh with his, friends becoming reacquainted after losing all contact. Engaging in a dance of steps that they hadn’t forgotten, the appendages weren’t bothered by the movement of your bodies, your lover shifting the two of you so that he can dip your body downwards, shoulder blades meeting the arm of the couch.
Legs hug tightly in an enthusiastic greeting and your hands crawl to his back, having to relearn the process, regressing to earlier stages now that they were out of practice. They would need to retrace the map that you’d made, every curve rememorized so that you were once again knowledgeable on the contour of this piece of art work, something that you could frame and admire for hours, beautifully sculpted and a perfect mold to fit with your own form.
The tightening of your ribcage is a feeling you hadn’t wanted to experience, it causing the two of you to separate to receive the needed air, breaths managing to still mingle.
Eyes continue to communicate, voicing what was being left unsaid. Months of waiting, wanting, wishing, all had led up to this moment, this night where the two of you were finally reunited again.
With an expansive smile, you twirl the golden ring that rests comfortably on your finger, something that had helped you get through those long, lonely nights. A constant reminder that when the separation was over, the two of you would declare it lasting, your love, make it official. That day was mere weeks away.
Until then, you are more than happy to hold onto the promise that the band was given to you with. “I missed you, Cook,” You manage to breathe out harshly, forehead leaning upwards to rest against his.
Until then, that day that you both vouch for your eternal love in front of family friends, you know that you don’t need to feel nervous or anxious.
Because, with that loving smile on his face, that adoring expression that matches along with it, and the three words that he rasps out to you tenderly, you already know that you have your promise of forever.