drabble, prompt 176: air, I Imagine
Title I Imagine
author Devylish
rating pg
word count 309
prompt 176 air
pairing wesley/cordelia
Have I mentioned how utterly difficult it is to breathe when she's around?
No?
Well it is. Not only does my brain seem to simply shut down; forgetting the commands necessary to work my lungs, but the space around me... around her... it just seems to empty. The air just dissipates. And I'm left, cluelessly, uselessly, standing before her, wanting to breath, wanting to speak.
I stutter in response to her presence, half words, half attempts to find a hint of oxygen.
She rolls her eyes, use to my bumbling, stuttering delivery, and she turns to face the others in the room; her paramour, her cadre of friends....
Wrong though it may be, I stand off to the side, and let my eyes skip down her figure. And I momentarily imagine myself not stuttering. I imagine myself breathing around her. Breathing air.
I imagine her speaking to me... something inconsequential, or something bright and sarcastic, and I imagine my watching her lips until she stops speaking, wondering what's wrong. And then, then I imagine myself pulling her closer. My hand slipping round her waist, fitting there nicely, and I imagine her eyes opening wide. And then... then... I imagine lowering my head to hers, feeling her body melt against mine; soft and pliant and decidedly feminine. My eyes would peer into hers, asking and demanding at the same time, and she would acquiesce. And I would take those final few centimeters of space between us, and I would breathe the same air as she did. I would breathe 'her' air. I would breathe her. And then my lips, my lips would touch hers, ever so softly; and I imagine it would be -
“Uh, Wesley?”
My eyes focus and she's standing in front of me again, tapping her foot, impatience pouring out of her.
And I find myself unable to breathe again.