Song Fic
Song Fic - Gen
Title: "These Arms of Mine"
The needle dropped...
These arms of mine
They are lonely, lonely and feeling blue
Fresh from the shower, she started going idly through the clothes in the closet. Her hand fell randomly on different pieces, stroking slowly over them.
These arms of mine
They are yearning, yearning from wanting you
There was no staving off the restlessness, it wouldn't leave her. With a sigh, her hand slipped down the fabric of a silk skirt. Her eyes focused and she paused for a moment.
And if you would let them hold you
Oh, how grateful I will be
That hand finally reached out again, and it fell on the handle of the other closet door. One little turn and a gentle pull...and his scent washed out from his clothes and over her.
These arms of mine
They are burning, burning from wanting you
Unerringly, her hands went to a plain white dress shirt. It was soft from wear and washing and it slithered off the hanger with an almost-unheard shoosh.
These arms of mine
They are wanting, wanting to hold you
Still-wet hair dripping slowly down her back, she held the shirt up to her face, breathing him in. The fabric was silky against her cheek, touching her gently, the same way he did.
And if you would let them hold you
Oh, how grateful I will be
His shirt cradled against her body, she began to sway in time with the music...
Come on, come on baby
Just be my little woman, just be my lover
I need me somebody, somebody to treat me right
I need your arms,
Loving arms to hold me tight
And I need your tender lips...
Title: "These Arms of Mine"
The needle dropped...
These arms of mine
They are lonely, lonely and feeling blue
Fresh from the shower, she started going idly through the clothes in the closet. Her hand fell randomly on different pieces, stroking slowly over them.
These arms of mine
They are yearning, yearning from wanting you
There was no staving off the restlessness, it wouldn't leave her. With a sigh, her hand slipped down the fabric of a silk skirt. Her eyes focused and she paused for a moment.
And if you would let them hold you
Oh, how grateful I will be
That hand finally reached out again, and it fell on the handle of the other closet door. One little turn and a gentle pull...and his scent washed out from his clothes and over her.
These arms of mine
They are burning, burning from wanting you
Unerringly, her hands went to a plain white dress shirt. It was soft from wear and washing and it slithered off the hanger with an almost-unheard shoosh.
These arms of mine
They are wanting, wanting to hold you
Still-wet hair dripping slowly down her back, she held the shirt up to her face, breathing him in. The fabric was silky against her cheek, touching her gently, the same way he did.
And if you would let them hold you
Oh, how grateful I will be
His shirt cradled against her body, she began to sway in time with the music...
Come on, come on baby
Just be my little woman, just be my lover
I need me somebody, somebody to treat me right
I need your arms,
Loving arms to hold me tight
And I need your tender lips...