Dresden short
Apparently, maybe I could keep us entertained 'till April if these ideas keep coming. I can't believe it, but I'm starting to feel like I'm almost over BtVS, Dresden is taking over its place. Who would have thought?
Anyway, here is another little something I wrote. It's kind of corny.
Warning: Spoilers for Changes.
It had been a long couple of days. Days that we spent running away from all kinds of scary people. In our effort to catch our breaths and recharge our energies we ended up in Thomas little hiding place. It was a little cabain in the middle of the woods, outside Chicago. I think he used come here with Justine.I took his room, she took the guest room. The first thing we did was raid his fridge. Two days of running away leaves you starving. The next thin, was clean up.
I came out of the shower all clean and smelling of fancy soap. I put on some sweats, property of Thomas. They were short of course, but they served the purpose. I stood in front of the mirror, admiring my latest adquisition. A new scar. It was a round little thing placed to the left of my sternum. I felt a little robbed by it, you know? It had taken away a lot from me but didn't give me anything in enchange. I mean, it could have at least given me a good story to tell, paradise, heaven, little angels with harps. I've been a good boy, all in all, I could have gotten some confirmation of the other side. All I got, was a fucking train.
I was interrupted from my cheerful thougths when she knocked on the door but didn't wait to come in. She was fresh out from the shower too, her hair still wet. She was wearing sweats too and a tank top. She was smart enough to prepare a bagpack before this little adventure.
The events of the last couple of days didn't leave us much time to talk. It all had happened so fast that all we managed was a brief but tight hug when we first saw each other, but nothing else. I guessed we had a lot to talk about, the way we left things before my... erm... departure. I'm having problems with the d-word, I have to admit.
That's why it seemed very strange when she didn't say a thing. She just stood there, staring at me. After an akward minute or so, she started coming closer, until she was standing right infront of me. She still hadn't say anything and I didn't knew what to say either. So, I waited for her.
I noticed she was staring intently at the scar on my chest. Suddenly, she reached out with her hand and touched it.
"Does it hurt?" She asked.
"A little." I answered.
To my inmense surprise, she leaned over slowly, almost hesitantly and kiss it gently. The feeling of her warm, soft lips on my skin was amazing.
When she withdrew she asked "Better?" I almost didn't hear her. The thundering in my chest was too loud in my ears. I'm sure she felt it under her mouth.
"A little." I was stuck on repeat, apparently.
She looked up at me for a moment and then leaned over again. She kissed my chest a couple more times, gentle and soft little kisses here and there over my naked skin. Her hand caressed the places she was not kissing. I shuddered.
After a moment, she said. "I have one too, you know?" And she pulled away a little.
I just shook my head no.
In another surprising move, she took the hem of her top in those small, strong hands and started lifting it until she took it completely off her body. She was wearing a baby blue bra. I gulped.
She took one of my hands then and lifted it to her own chest. She pressed it to the same place my scar was.
"You can't see it. But it's there... It's been since you..." She stopped there, unable to form the words. I could see the pain clearly in her blue eyes. Blue, the same color of her bra.
I gulped some more.
"I'm... I'm sorry." I said, a weak apology for all the pain I've caused her. Granted, it was not like I shot myself. But still, one way or another I have been the cause of sorrow for her. I hurt me to see her suffer too. She was my best friend. I loved her. I knewShe loved me too.
The gentlemanly part of me that was always at the back of my mind, tried to remind me to behave and not oggle. But my eyes, and other parts, reminded me that I was male and she was a woman I found very attractive. Fair skin, blue yes, golden hair and a fit and strong body that didn't preclude feminine curves. And that I was just discovering were curvier than I imagined. So I let my eyes enjoy the view of every part of her.
I could feel the rhythm of her heart under my fingers. It was going fast, pretty much like my own. And she kept looking up at me very intently. And I wondered if that was it. Was that the right moment that we've both been waiting for? Once, years ago, we agreed that it probably wasn't such a good idea, that being just friends was enough. Lately, it has been harder to believe that. Actually, right before I took a swim with the fishes, we were on our way to... see what could happen. Of course, the plan was to have drinks involve. There were no drinks at the moment. Just her and me. I wonder if I had acted sooner maybe we would have gotten a better chance. Anyway, there we were, so I decided I'd jump, I'd try my luck.
I cleared my throat and said "Want me to..." I souded shaky. "Make it better too?"
She smiled a little and said "It'd be nice if you tried."
I was most of two feet taller than she, so I had to bend a lot. I went down to one knee and held her waist for balance. I reached her cleavage and kiss her right over the heart. She smelled of roses and her skin felt silky under my mouth.
As I came up again, I asked "Better?"
"A little" She answered and bit her lower lip. I didn't take my hand from her waist.
We stayed there looking at one another, our eyes roaming through each other bodies.
"Harry." She said finally.
"I'm half way to naked... there's a bed right here..." She closed her eyes for a second, inhaled deeply and then opened them again. "If you don't do something right now I swear I'll..." she didn't finished, which got me curious.
"You'll what?" I asked with a slight smirk.
She huffed in irritation. "Harry, just do something..." She said with almost desperation. Desperation that wasn't strange to me either, I was feeling the same thing.
So I did something. I brought her closer to me, her body tight against mine and kissed her. I kissed her with the passion and desire I accumulated over the years. She responded the same way. I kissed her and kissed her only letting go when we couldn't breath anymore. Finally, I lifted her off the floor bride style, she weighted nothing practically, and took her to the bed. We didn't have any meaningful talks after that. The way our bodies merged with each other was enough.
And even if the fight was not over yet and there were still many monsters I had to face, in that moment I found my own earthly angel. She was the one who showed me what paradise was.
Anyway, here is another little something I wrote. It's kind of corny.
Warning: Spoilers for Changes.
It had been a long couple of days. Days that we spent running away from all kinds of scary people. In our effort to catch our breaths and recharge our energies we ended up in Thomas little hiding place. It was a little cabain in the middle of the woods, outside Chicago. I think he used come here with Justine.I took his room, she took the guest room. The first thing we did was raid his fridge. Two days of running away leaves you starving. The next thin, was clean up.
I came out of the shower all clean and smelling of fancy soap. I put on some sweats, property of Thomas. They were short of course, but they served the purpose. I stood in front of the mirror, admiring my latest adquisition. A new scar. It was a round little thing placed to the left of my sternum. I felt a little robbed by it, you know? It had taken away a lot from me but didn't give me anything in enchange. I mean, it could have at least given me a good story to tell, paradise, heaven, little angels with harps. I've been a good boy, all in all, I could have gotten some confirmation of the other side. All I got, was a fucking train.
I was interrupted from my cheerful thougths when she knocked on the door but didn't wait to come in. She was fresh out from the shower too, her hair still wet. She was wearing sweats too and a tank top. She was smart enough to prepare a bagpack before this little adventure.
The events of the last couple of days didn't leave us much time to talk. It all had happened so fast that all we managed was a brief but tight hug when we first saw each other, but nothing else. I guessed we had a lot to talk about, the way we left things before my... erm... departure. I'm having problems with the d-word, I have to admit.
That's why it seemed very strange when she didn't say a thing. She just stood there, staring at me. After an akward minute or so, she started coming closer, until she was standing right infront of me. She still hadn't say anything and I didn't knew what to say either. So, I waited for her.
I noticed she was staring intently at the scar on my chest. Suddenly, she reached out with her hand and touched it.
"Does it hurt?" She asked.
"A little." I answered.
To my inmense surprise, she leaned over slowly, almost hesitantly and kiss it gently. The feeling of her warm, soft lips on my skin was amazing.
When she withdrew she asked "Better?" I almost didn't hear her. The thundering in my chest was too loud in my ears. I'm sure she felt it under her mouth.
"A little." I was stuck on repeat, apparently.
She looked up at me for a moment and then leaned over again. She kissed my chest a couple more times, gentle and soft little kisses here and there over my naked skin. Her hand caressed the places she was not kissing. I shuddered.
After a moment, she said. "I have one too, you know?" And she pulled away a little.
I just shook my head no.
In another surprising move, she took the hem of her top in those small, strong hands and started lifting it until she took it completely off her body. She was wearing a baby blue bra. I gulped.
She took one of my hands then and lifted it to her own chest. She pressed it to the same place my scar was.
"You can't see it. But it's there... It's been since you..." She stopped there, unable to form the words. I could see the pain clearly in her blue eyes. Blue, the same color of her bra.
I gulped some more.
"I'm... I'm sorry." I said, a weak apology for all the pain I've caused her. Granted, it was not like I shot myself. But still, one way or another I have been the cause of sorrow for her. I hurt me to see her suffer too. She was my best friend. I loved her. I knewShe loved me too.
The gentlemanly part of me that was always at the back of my mind, tried to remind me to behave and not oggle. But my eyes, and other parts, reminded me that I was male and she was a woman I found very attractive. Fair skin, blue yes, golden hair and a fit and strong body that didn't preclude feminine curves. And that I was just discovering were curvier than I imagined. So I let my eyes enjoy the view of every part of her.
I could feel the rhythm of her heart under my fingers. It was going fast, pretty much like my own. And she kept looking up at me very intently. And I wondered if that was it. Was that the right moment that we've both been waiting for? Once, years ago, we agreed that it probably wasn't such a good idea, that being just friends was enough. Lately, it has been harder to believe that. Actually, right before I took a swim with the fishes, we were on our way to... see what could happen. Of course, the plan was to have drinks involve. There were no drinks at the moment. Just her and me. I wonder if I had acted sooner maybe we would have gotten a better chance. Anyway, there we were, so I decided I'd jump, I'd try my luck.
I cleared my throat and said "Want me to..." I souded shaky. "Make it better too?"
She smiled a little and said "It'd be nice if you tried."
I was most of two feet taller than she, so I had to bend a lot. I went down to one knee and held her waist for balance. I reached her cleavage and kiss her right over the heart. She smelled of roses and her skin felt silky under my mouth.
As I came up again, I asked "Better?"
"A little" She answered and bit her lower lip. I didn't take my hand from her waist.
We stayed there looking at one another, our eyes roaming through each other bodies.
"Harry." She said finally.
"I'm half way to naked... there's a bed right here..." She closed her eyes for a second, inhaled deeply and then opened them again. "If you don't do something right now I swear I'll..." she didn't finished, which got me curious.
"You'll what?" I asked with a slight smirk.
She huffed in irritation. "Harry, just do something..." She said with almost desperation. Desperation that wasn't strange to me either, I was feeling the same thing.
So I did something. I brought her closer to me, her body tight against mine and kissed her. I kissed her with the passion and desire I accumulated over the years. She responded the same way. I kissed her and kissed her only letting go when we couldn't breath anymore. Finally, I lifted her off the floor bride style, she weighted nothing practically, and took her to the bed. We didn't have any meaningful talks after that. The way our bodies merged with each other was enough.
And even if the fight was not over yet and there were still many monsters I had to face, in that moment I found my own earthly angel. She was the one who showed me what paradise was.