A first for me
Well, at the behest of some friends, and you know who you are *glares* , I'm posting this against better judgement, lol. It's just a little Chlark drabble I came up with while perusing at Borders. Feel free to comment or constructively criticize :D.
Title: Not Left Wanting
By: ellie06
Pairing: Chloe/Clark
Rating: G
Disclamier: I own nothing but the socks and hair tie I’m wearing. Well, really only the hair tie. The socks I thieved from my mother :p.
He is no poet, of this he is well aware. Words always fall from his mouth like accidents - unintentional and startling. But for the first time in his life, he wishes for an easier kind of grace. He wants to stand in front of her and reach for her with words, so exquisite, the green of her eyes would turn to gold. He wants to speak of things that would ruffle past her sunshine hair like summer breezes, leaving her skin touched with his warmth. He wants for words that would curl her fingertips and tingle the small of her back. He wants for words to stir in her an elegant longing for a love she has resigned to forgotten places. He wants for words to snatch her breath away, to glisten the tips of her lashes. He wants for words to trace the surface of her skin with cherishing reverence. Words that wreck away this hazy smoke of acceptance and resignation. Words to shake her, charge the air around her, to tumble her on top of him with the familiar weight of love. Words to shape the sound of her name like a song.
He wants....he wants....he wants.....
He wants to say I love you.
He is no poet, of this he is well aware. Words always fall from his mouth like accidents - unintentional and startling. But for the first time in his life, he doesn't wish for an easier kind of grace.
I love you.
Silence has always been his best confession.