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a swan song, 10/Rose, PG-13
the dying song of a universe, 474
You’ll run with me in a world not meant for us
*
They attempt to drown themselves in silent sighs and long, slow kisses. Strong, lean fingers weave themselves in golden strands, creating threadless bindings, as small white hands learn the contours of his hard chest. A taste here, a touch there and they are set on fire for each other.
Her arms hold him close (I’ll never let you go) as his warm mouth finds her neck. A hot shiver runs through her as his teeth graze a sensitive spot. His hands move down her silken skin and she arches into his touch. Legs tangle in the sheets, as he twists around, wanting to see her high above him. Her laughter fills the small room, the eye of the storm.
*
I’ll follow to the end and welcome you
*
“You aren’t supposed to be here.”
“I know.”
The air feels electric. Her body acts like a metal to his magnet, despite knowing that this is wrong, that he really shouldn’t be here.
He hasn’t moved from the doorway.
She stops in front of him. His haunted eyes drink her in and she can’t help the rush of pleasure in being in his presence, in seeing that look in his eyes.
Her hand comes up, reminiscent of the same movement on the worst day of her life, except that this time, this time, she feels his cool skin under her fingertips.
His mouth catches the salty tears as they fall.
*
Hearts crossed and minds away, I’d give it up
*
As years had passed, he’d realized that he’d do far more than burn up a sun just to say good-bye.
What did an old man, with nothing left, have to lose?
What had this universe ever done for him?
What had it ever given him?
Maybe the question, more to the point, was: what had it taken away from him?
There’s unspoken disapproval in his ship’s mind.
But he ignores it as he enters the final coordinates and his hand hovers over the big red button (So if I see a great, big, threatening button which should never ever ever be pressed then I just want to do this…) and he presses down with one smooth push.
*
For one moment out of time, for my love true, I’d give it up for you
*
After, when the energy is no longer igniting them from head to toe, they lay in each other’s arms, staring up at the ceiling.
Reflections from the world outside play out across the blank canvas it presents. Suns going out, planets drying up, black holes swallowing the universe around them.
Her hand draws mindless shapes on his chest. “Was it truly worth it?”
He doesn’t hesitate as he presses a soft (the last) kiss to her forehead.
“Yes.”
the dying song of a universe, 474
You’ll run with me in a world not meant for us
*
They attempt to drown themselves in silent sighs and long, slow kisses. Strong, lean fingers weave themselves in golden strands, creating threadless bindings, as small white hands learn the contours of his hard chest. A taste here, a touch there and they are set on fire for each other.
Her arms hold him close (I’ll never let you go) as his warm mouth finds her neck. A hot shiver runs through her as his teeth graze a sensitive spot. His hands move down her silken skin and she arches into his touch. Legs tangle in the sheets, as he twists around, wanting to see her high above him. Her laughter fills the small room, the eye of the storm.
*
I’ll follow to the end and welcome you
*
“You aren’t supposed to be here.”
“I know.”
The air feels electric. Her body acts like a metal to his magnet, despite knowing that this is wrong, that he really shouldn’t be here.
He hasn’t moved from the doorway.
She stops in front of him. His haunted eyes drink her in and she can’t help the rush of pleasure in being in his presence, in seeing that look in his eyes.
Her hand comes up, reminiscent of the same movement on the worst day of her life, except that this time, this time, she feels his cool skin under her fingertips.
His mouth catches the salty tears as they fall.
*
Hearts crossed and minds away, I’d give it up
*
As years had passed, he’d realized that he’d do far more than burn up a sun just to say good-bye.
What did an old man, with nothing left, have to lose?
What had this universe ever done for him?
What had it ever given him?
Maybe the question, more to the point, was: what had it taken away from him?
There’s unspoken disapproval in his ship’s mind.
But he ignores it as he enters the final coordinates and his hand hovers over the big red button (So if I see a great, big, threatening button which should never ever ever be pressed then I just want to do this…) and he presses down with one smooth push.
*
For one moment out of time, for my love true, I’d give it up for you
*
After, when the energy is no longer igniting them from head to toe, they lay in each other’s arms, staring up at the ceiling.
Reflections from the world outside play out across the blank canvas it presents. Suns going out, planets drying up, black holes swallowing the universe around them.
Her hand draws mindless shapes on his chest. “Was it truly worth it?”
He doesn’t hesitate as he presses a soft (the last) kiss to her forehead.
“Yes.”