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I'd been curled up on Greg's couch for three hours before he finally gave up waiting for me to talk first. Up until the moment he handed me a cup of coffee and put his arm around my shoulders I had been completely silent, not quite sure of what I was doing there. I set the mug down on the table and leaned into his shoulder, "Caffeine is bad for the baby."
He frowned at first, and then lightened up a bit, "Figures that you don't give a crap about yourself. You've always had that 'maternal instinct' disease haven't you?"
I crack a tiny smile, enough to boost his ego, "Sure you want to be here?" What the hell was I supposed to say to that, of course I was. I didn't answer though; I only burrowed deeper into the folds of his shirt and shut my eyes. I think he took the hint.
We took a back road, gonna look at the stars
We took a back road in my car
Down to the ocean, it's only water and sand
And in the ocean we'll hold hands
"I'm terrified," It was the first time I admitted it aloud. Everything was crashing down around me. But in a way it seemed fitting, Olaf left his family for me, so of course we would break apart eventually. I never thought it'd be this soon, or that I'd be pregnant with a baby that may not even be his.
House sighed, looked at me the way he always looks when he doesn't exactly know what to say. He's never been good at expressing emotion, so I forgive him immediately. But then he says something I hadn't expected him to say ever, "I love you," The words ring in my ears. I turn my head to look up at him, to search his blue eyes for that spark that says he's really there with me. Really saying it because he means it, and it's there, it doesn't even falter. It's just there.
But I don't really like you, apologetically dressed
In the best but on a heart beat
Without an answer, the thunder speaks for the sky
And on the cold wet dirt I cry
And on the cold wet dirt I cry
I wonder how I could've ever possibly missed this before. I'd seen the look many times but never had I seen the emotion he put into it. And he knew that I was seeing it for the first time, because his eyes were also begging for me to say the same, "I love you too," I murmured and he smiled. Not that big goofy grin he gives when he's right, or when he feels that he's won.
It was real.
Don't you wanna come with me?
Don't you wanna feel my bones, on your bones?
It's only natural
"Well," House said quietly looking back to the mug, "If you won't drink your coffee then what do you suggest we do to make you feel safe and warm?"
"I don't know," I curl back into his arms and smile, "What would you suggest?"
"Well we could always make out like teenagers and jump every time someone comes up the stairs. That fits your age group right?"
And I just laughed. Real laughter.
Cinematic vision ensued
Like the holiest dream
Someone calling, an angel whispers my name
But the message relayed is the same
Wait till tomorrow you'll be fine
But it's all gone to the dogs in my mind
After that we stayed there for a while, in that comfortable silence that was created when two people finally come to the realization that there's more there then they thought. Sometimes it's awkward, other times it seems absurd and can be laughed off.
But neither one of us could stop smiling; and when Greg reached down and kissed the top of my head, I smiled wider. Then he tickled me and I flipped off of him and to the other side of the couch, he laughed this time, "Come on back," He motioned and I shook my head, pouting, "Come on are you really going to sacrifice the best seat in the house just because I might tickle you again," I nodded.
"You really are difficult," He said moving closer, putting his hands on my arms and trying to prop himself up. He hissed in pain and fell between my knees; I shrieked and sat up, pulling him into my lap and kissing his forehead softly.
I always hear them when the dead of night
Comes calling to save me from this right
But they can never wrong this right
I grabbed his bottle of pain killers off of the table and popped the cap, giving him one to ease the pain, "Are you alright?"
He was still grimacing but he nodded and swallowed the small white pill, then looked up at me with a pained expression on his face, "I'm sorry, I'm not as fun as most guys. But I make a killer apple pie."
I shook my head and leaned down to kiss him, shocked with the reaction he gave of pulling my head closer for a harder kiss, "It's a lot easier to do this right side up on a bed," He panted after pulling away and gazing up at me for a moment. I smiled and helped him sit up, "That was a hint you know."
Don't you wanna come with me?
Don't you wanna feel my bones, on your bones?
It's only natural
Don't you wanna swim with me?
Don't you wanna feel my skin on your skin?
It's only natural
How exactly we got to the bedroom and got undressed is beyond me, but the next thing I can recall is laying on House, wrapped in a sheet and as warm as I've ever been in the middle of November. He wasn't asleep but he was pretending.
I could see, with the way his face moved, that he was thinking about me leaving again. I reached up and ran a hand through his untidy hair, shifting a little but taking care not to hurt his leg. He stiffened at the touch, so I moved my fingers down to trace his lips. Wondering if it would tickle him.
It didn't, but it did get him to open his eyes, "You're pretty," He smiled and I laughed,
"So are you."
I never had a lover, I never had a soul
I never had a good time, I never got cold
Don’t' you wanna come with me, don't you wanna feel my bones
On your bones?
It's only natural
Don't you wanna swim with me, don't you wanna feel my skin
On your skin?
It's only natural
I laid my head down in the crook of his neck and he kissed my shoulder, "Don't leave," He whispered. It was barely audible, even over the silence of the room, but I heard it. I leaned up on my elbow and gazed down at him, his blue eyes pleading with me again, for anything to know that I wasn't going anywhere.
"I won't," I grinned and kissed his cheek, "I love you."
Don't you wanna come with me?
Don't you wanna feel my bones on your bones?
It's only natural
Come and take a swim with me
Don't you wanna feel my skin on your skin?
It's only natural
~*~
I do not own the lyrics to the song "Bones" by The Killers
He frowned at first, and then lightened up a bit, "Figures that you don't give a crap about yourself. You've always had that 'maternal instinct' disease haven't you?"
I crack a tiny smile, enough to boost his ego, "Sure you want to be here?" What the hell was I supposed to say to that, of course I was. I didn't answer though; I only burrowed deeper into the folds of his shirt and shut my eyes. I think he took the hint.
We took a back road, gonna look at the stars
We took a back road in my car
Down to the ocean, it's only water and sand
And in the ocean we'll hold hands
"I'm terrified," It was the first time I admitted it aloud. Everything was crashing down around me. But in a way it seemed fitting, Olaf left his family for me, so of course we would break apart eventually. I never thought it'd be this soon, or that I'd be pregnant with a baby that may not even be his.
House sighed, looked at me the way he always looks when he doesn't exactly know what to say. He's never been good at expressing emotion, so I forgive him immediately. But then he says something I hadn't expected him to say ever, "I love you," The words ring in my ears. I turn my head to look up at him, to search his blue eyes for that spark that says he's really there with me. Really saying it because he means it, and it's there, it doesn't even falter. It's just there.
But I don't really like you, apologetically dressed
In the best but on a heart beat
Without an answer, the thunder speaks for the sky
And on the cold wet dirt I cry
And on the cold wet dirt I cry
I wonder how I could've ever possibly missed this before. I'd seen the look many times but never had I seen the emotion he put into it. And he knew that I was seeing it for the first time, because his eyes were also begging for me to say the same, "I love you too," I murmured and he smiled. Not that big goofy grin he gives when he's right, or when he feels that he's won.
It was real.
Don't you wanna come with me?
Don't you wanna feel my bones, on your bones?
It's only natural
"Well," House said quietly looking back to the mug, "If you won't drink your coffee then what do you suggest we do to make you feel safe and warm?"
"I don't know," I curl back into his arms and smile, "What would you suggest?"
"Well we could always make out like teenagers and jump every time someone comes up the stairs. That fits your age group right?"
And I just laughed. Real laughter.
Cinematic vision ensued
Like the holiest dream
Someone calling, an angel whispers my name
But the message relayed is the same
Wait till tomorrow you'll be fine
But it's all gone to the dogs in my mind
After that we stayed there for a while, in that comfortable silence that was created when two people finally come to the realization that there's more there then they thought. Sometimes it's awkward, other times it seems absurd and can be laughed off.
But neither one of us could stop smiling; and when Greg reached down and kissed the top of my head, I smiled wider. Then he tickled me and I flipped off of him and to the other side of the couch, he laughed this time, "Come on back," He motioned and I shook my head, pouting, "Come on are you really going to sacrifice the best seat in the house just because I might tickle you again," I nodded.
"You really are difficult," He said moving closer, putting his hands on my arms and trying to prop himself up. He hissed in pain and fell between my knees; I shrieked and sat up, pulling him into my lap and kissing his forehead softly.
I always hear them when the dead of night
Comes calling to save me from this right
But they can never wrong this right
I grabbed his bottle of pain killers off of the table and popped the cap, giving him one to ease the pain, "Are you alright?"
He was still grimacing but he nodded and swallowed the small white pill, then looked up at me with a pained expression on his face, "I'm sorry, I'm not as fun as most guys. But I make a killer apple pie."
I shook my head and leaned down to kiss him, shocked with the reaction he gave of pulling my head closer for a harder kiss, "It's a lot easier to do this right side up on a bed," He panted after pulling away and gazing up at me for a moment. I smiled and helped him sit up, "That was a hint you know."
Don't you wanna come with me?
Don't you wanna feel my bones, on your bones?
It's only natural
Don't you wanna swim with me?
Don't you wanna feel my skin on your skin?
It's only natural
How exactly we got to the bedroom and got undressed is beyond me, but the next thing I can recall is laying on House, wrapped in a sheet and as warm as I've ever been in the middle of November. He wasn't asleep but he was pretending.
I could see, with the way his face moved, that he was thinking about me leaving again. I reached up and ran a hand through his untidy hair, shifting a little but taking care not to hurt his leg. He stiffened at the touch, so I moved my fingers down to trace his lips. Wondering if it would tickle him.
It didn't, but it did get him to open his eyes, "You're pretty," He smiled and I laughed,
"So are you."
I never had a lover, I never had a soul
I never had a good time, I never got cold
Don’t' you wanna come with me, don't you wanna feel my bones
On your bones?
It's only natural
Don't you wanna swim with me, don't you wanna feel my skin
On your skin?
It's only natural
I laid my head down in the crook of his neck and he kissed my shoulder, "Don't leave," He whispered. It was barely audible, even over the silence of the room, but I heard it. I leaned up on my elbow and gazed down at him, his blue eyes pleading with me again, for anything to know that I wasn't going anywhere.
"I won't," I grinned and kissed his cheek, "I love you."
Don't you wanna come with me?
Don't you wanna feel my bones on your bones?
It's only natural
Come and take a swim with me
Don't you wanna feel my skin on your skin?
It's only natural
~*~
I do not own the lyrics to the song "Bones" by The Killers