Fic:Limbo(1/1)
AN: Special thanks to weetziscrizazy for being my centre when I need one the most, and for inspiration too.
Pairing: Kradam(because I am its slave)
Summary: Limbo is tricky business
Disclaimer: I dont own either party and dont believe in any of this. So dont be offended and dont take me to court ok?
Its the limbo that bothers me. Its having to look at you every day and knowing what we both feel. All the while not knowing if its ok to feel it. Its like being stuck in the rift of the time space continuum and just floating, wobbling along helplessly as you wait for something concrete to come and give you a centre of gravity. I know you have a wife. I know Im not the one youll go home to ever. But, you cant look at me the way you do and not feel something. I long to ask you what you feel but fear the term 'bromance' will fall from your lips. I can handle a lot of things, but I dont think I could handle that.
And then you kiss me and Im even more confused. Its guarded and blocked. There is so much feeling that longs to burst forth from it, but you choose to keep those at bay. Standing stock still, nothing but your lips touch mine. I have to lean into you to keep them. This makes it even more confusing. Despite my hopes, my dreams being confirmed. We are still in limbo, I dont know how to get out because theres no stick to duck under. Ive never been one to hide my feelings well. Not those type of feelings anyway. Anger and hurt yes, but love? Never.
The second time we kiss you relax a little more. I have yet to kiss you because I know youre uncomfortable with what we are. Both times now, the initiation has been yours. This time our bodies are close, your hand is cupping my neck and running its way up to carve out the hollow of my cheek. Still, I dont touch you with more than my lips. Because even still, you have yet to utter any words. Any words at all, either of acceptance or of resistance, would be welcome at this point.
Im boarding my plane home when you catch my arm and softly whisper "I love you, but I cant do this. Shes waiting for me and I love her too." If I look hard, I can see little flecks of pain in your eyes, mixed well with resign.I wonder fleetingly if you can see the little flecks of understanding in the pools of hurt that are mine.
I watch you walk away and suddenly it isnt the limbo that bothers me anymore.
Pairing: Kradam(because I am its slave)
Summary: Limbo is tricky business
Disclaimer: I dont own either party and dont believe in any of this. So dont be offended and dont take me to court ok?
Its the limbo that bothers me. Its having to look at you every day and knowing what we both feel. All the while not knowing if its ok to feel it. Its like being stuck in the rift of the time space continuum and just floating, wobbling along helplessly as you wait for something concrete to come and give you a centre of gravity. I know you have a wife. I know Im not the one youll go home to ever. But, you cant look at me the way you do and not feel something. I long to ask you what you feel but fear the term 'bromance' will fall from your lips. I can handle a lot of things, but I dont think I could handle that.
And then you kiss me and Im even more confused. Its guarded and blocked. There is so much feeling that longs to burst forth from it, but you choose to keep those at bay. Standing stock still, nothing but your lips touch mine. I have to lean into you to keep them. This makes it even more confusing. Despite my hopes, my dreams being confirmed. We are still in limbo, I dont know how to get out because theres no stick to duck under. Ive never been one to hide my feelings well. Not those type of feelings anyway. Anger and hurt yes, but love? Never.
The second time we kiss you relax a little more. I have yet to kiss you because I know youre uncomfortable with what we are. Both times now, the initiation has been yours. This time our bodies are close, your hand is cupping my neck and running its way up to carve out the hollow of my cheek. Still, I dont touch you with more than my lips. Because even still, you have yet to utter any words. Any words at all, either of acceptance or of resistance, would be welcome at this point.
Im boarding my plane home when you catch my arm and softly whisper "I love you, but I cant do this. Shes waiting for me and I love her too." If I look hard, I can see little flecks of pain in your eyes, mixed well with resign.I wonder fleetingly if you can see the little flecks of understanding in the pools of hurt that are mine.
I watch you walk away and suddenly it isnt the limbo that bothers me anymore.