BtVS/AtS (Willow/Wes) Five Senses
Title: I Love The Rain The Most
Series: Same in Any Language
Author: Rachel
Theme: Five Senses: Touch
Rating: PG
Notes: Written for stagesoflove
Well, I love the rain the most when it stops. We can see the big white houses, yeah, and the docks. And we can jump in the river, don't know if the water or sky is clearer. But I know that I love the rain the most when it stops. Yeah, when it stops. No more grey today, we gonna celebrate. You know Miss Sunshine, she starts to paint a perfect picture of this river parade . And I know that I love the rain the most when it stops. - I Love The Rain The Most by Joe Purdy.
The rain poured gently and steadily on the world outside, the light casting shadows dancing over her skin. Without a word, he slipped into bed with her, though neither was particularly sleepy. Spooning against her, his fingers trailed down her armed until they reached her, and intertwined with them. He pressed his face into her hair, breathing her strawberry and wildflower scent.
Ever since he’d ask her to move in with him, things had been, well he wouldn’t go as far as to say bad, more like distance. And she had yet to answer him, “Penny for your thoughts.”
“Rain,” she answers softly, “It rains in California, but not like it does here. There it always in the winter. It’s cold, not really cold, but California cold. Here, it rains all the time, and gray all the time. There, it was always ends sunny. Everyone and while we have spring showers, ya know where it’s sunny, but still raining. And Xander, Jessie and I used to run round and play in it. We had silly rain games, and we would make cocoa at whoever’s house we ended up.” He could hear the smile in her voice, the memories playing in her mind.
“The rain is more serious, it’s like grownup rain, or something. It’s rain for reflection. I really loved it the summer I spent with Giles, I needed it. My favorite of all is southern rain. Last summer while we were tracking around for slayers, I drove through the southern states, from Atlanta back to California. It was so humid; the rain was like breathing fresh air, it was warm relief. The way it felt on my skin, I used to get out of the car and just stand in it sometimes. Rain can cleanse your soul; a good rain will make everything just a little bit clearer.”
“I love the rain the most when it stops.” She shifted in his arms to give him a look and found him smiling at her. Leaning down, he kissed her soundly on the lips, unable to resist her anymore. She rolled over more, pulling him down over top of her. He released her lips, and brushed a frazzled lock of red hair out of her face.
“Those moments when the rain is ending and the sunlight start to breaks through, that’s my favorite kind of rain,” he explained, “There was this passing by my house growing up where you could see the sun after the rain. I went there whenever my Father agenda became too much, which was quite often. I used to sit there for hours, even on the grayest days, waiting for the sun to come save me. And it always did.”
Her fingers brushed his stubbled cheek, over his shoulder and down his back. Her legs wrapped around his waist and she pulled him flush to her body. “Okay,” she whispered, “I’ll move in.”
“Thank you,” he breathed softly, his lips descending on hers again.
Series: Same in Any Language
Author: Rachel
Theme: Five Senses: Touch
Rating: PG
Notes: Written for stagesoflove
Well, I love the rain the most when it stops. We can see the big white houses, yeah, and the docks. And we can jump in the river, don't know if the water or sky is clearer. But I know that I love the rain the most when it stops. Yeah, when it stops. No more grey today, we gonna celebrate. You know Miss Sunshine, she starts to paint a perfect picture of this river parade . And I know that I love the rain the most when it stops. - I Love The Rain The Most by Joe Purdy.
The rain poured gently and steadily on the world outside, the light casting shadows dancing over her skin. Without a word, he slipped into bed with her, though neither was particularly sleepy. Spooning against her, his fingers trailed down her armed until they reached her, and intertwined with them. He pressed his face into her hair, breathing her strawberry and wildflower scent.
Ever since he’d ask her to move in with him, things had been, well he wouldn’t go as far as to say bad, more like distance. And she had yet to answer him, “Penny for your thoughts.”
“Rain,” she answers softly, “It rains in California, but not like it does here. There it always in the winter. It’s cold, not really cold, but California cold. Here, it rains all the time, and gray all the time. There, it was always ends sunny. Everyone and while we have spring showers, ya know where it’s sunny, but still raining. And Xander, Jessie and I used to run round and play in it. We had silly rain games, and we would make cocoa at whoever’s house we ended up.” He could hear the smile in her voice, the memories playing in her mind.
“The rain is more serious, it’s like grownup rain, or something. It’s rain for reflection. I really loved it the summer I spent with Giles, I needed it. My favorite of all is southern rain. Last summer while we were tracking around for slayers, I drove through the southern states, from Atlanta back to California. It was so humid; the rain was like breathing fresh air, it was warm relief. The way it felt on my skin, I used to get out of the car and just stand in it sometimes. Rain can cleanse your soul; a good rain will make everything just a little bit clearer.”
“I love the rain the most when it stops.” She shifted in his arms to give him a look and found him smiling at her. Leaning down, he kissed her soundly on the lips, unable to resist her anymore. She rolled over more, pulling him down over top of her. He released her lips, and brushed a frazzled lock of red hair out of her face.
“Those moments when the rain is ending and the sunlight start to breaks through, that’s my favorite kind of rain,” he explained, “There was this passing by my house growing up where you could see the sun after the rain. I went there whenever my Father agenda became too much, which was quite often. I used to sit there for hours, even on the grayest days, waiting for the sun to come save me. And it always did.”
Her fingers brushed his stubbled cheek, over his shoulder and down his back. Her legs wrapped around his waist and she pulled him flush to her body. “Okay,” she whispered, “I’ll move in.”
“Thank you,” he breathed softly, his lips descending on hers again.