One
Title: One
Pairing: Any
Rating: PG
Word Count: 598
Summary: How can you make me feel like this?
Note: I don't know who this is for. Just let it be known that I want it to mean something to someone.
Fuck, how can one person feel all this at once?
I used to think that when I saw you walking down the street and the sunlight made your hair golden, made you beautiful. I used to think that the swelling in my chest would never be able to expand or I’d simply explode; I couldn’t handle you, couldn’t handle your perfect kindness and your brilliant eyes and how you graced yourself in every which way. I couldn’t comprehend who you were or what you meant. You were you and so undoubtedly true to that.
I used to think that when you spoke to me, even if it was the merest of words, the quietest of a whisper. My heart used to flutter when you said my name (it still does) and my skin felt like it was on fire when you brushed your fingers against my arm to get my attention (but it was always yours, don’t you know?). I used to think that you telling me about your dream last night was the most amazing thing in the world because talking to you was the best part of anything, of my day, of my month, of my year. I couldn’t understand it; I still don’t understand any of it.
But now you make me tremble when you touch me, because now you aren’t afraid. You don’t hold anything back from me anymore, never, not a single thing. I’m struck each and every day by the… the simply miraculous way you make me feel, with your laughter and your words and your breath of a touch.
Quiver, that’s what you make me do. I can’t do anything except whimper when you press your lips to my throat like that, when your fingers trace the outline of every single rib. I want to squirm when you smile into my lips and I try my very hardest to never close my eyes. You’re so beautiful when you look like this, when you’re tormenting me with ghosts of your fingertips and I want to scream.
Your hair is soft in the light, soft against my cheeks as you’re pressing me down into the sheets and taking, taking, taking, taking my skin into your hands and taking my short, forced breaths into your mouth, capturing my lips in one of your heart-stopping kisses. I don’t understand how I can feel so excited and anxious and full of… full of… I don’t even know what this is, but it’s bloody insane. How can you make me feel like this?
You whisper against my temple, press your soft kisses there after you’ve promised me so many things with so few words. You take again, take what has been yours since the beginning of time (I would never give it to anyone else) and you make me say it, make me say what I’ve always wanted to tell you. And once you’ve heard it, you smile into my hair and you say, “That’s it, that’s it,” and your voice is the greatest symphony I’ve ever heard.
My hands find their way from their grip on the sheets to warm your sides, my arms pulling you into me because I want more of you, need more of you. You find me again, find that part that will always belong to you and my body can only arch itself into yours, my breath scarce and your name, your name escaping whenever I can breathe and I can’t think because of this, I can’t think because of you-
And for a split second in time, we are one.
Pairing: Any
Rating: PG
Word Count: 598
Summary: How can you make me feel like this?
Note: I don't know who this is for. Just let it be known that I want it to mean something to someone.
Fuck, how can one person feel all this at once?
I used to think that when I saw you walking down the street and the sunlight made your hair golden, made you beautiful. I used to think that the swelling in my chest would never be able to expand or I’d simply explode; I couldn’t handle you, couldn’t handle your perfect kindness and your brilliant eyes and how you graced yourself in every which way. I couldn’t comprehend who you were or what you meant. You were you and so undoubtedly true to that.
I used to think that when you spoke to me, even if it was the merest of words, the quietest of a whisper. My heart used to flutter when you said my name (it still does) and my skin felt like it was on fire when you brushed your fingers against my arm to get my attention (but it was always yours, don’t you know?). I used to think that you telling me about your dream last night was the most amazing thing in the world because talking to you was the best part of anything, of my day, of my month, of my year. I couldn’t understand it; I still don’t understand any of it.
But now you make me tremble when you touch me, because now you aren’t afraid. You don’t hold anything back from me anymore, never, not a single thing. I’m struck each and every day by the… the simply miraculous way you make me feel, with your laughter and your words and your breath of a touch.
Quiver, that’s what you make me do. I can’t do anything except whimper when you press your lips to my throat like that, when your fingers trace the outline of every single rib. I want to squirm when you smile into my lips and I try my very hardest to never close my eyes. You’re so beautiful when you look like this, when you’re tormenting me with ghosts of your fingertips and I want to scream.
Your hair is soft in the light, soft against my cheeks as you’re pressing me down into the sheets and taking, taking, taking, taking my skin into your hands and taking my short, forced breaths into your mouth, capturing my lips in one of your heart-stopping kisses. I don’t understand how I can feel so excited and anxious and full of… full of… I don’t even know what this is, but it’s bloody insane. How can you make me feel like this?
You whisper against my temple, press your soft kisses there after you’ve promised me so many things with so few words. You take again, take what has been yours since the beginning of time (I would never give it to anyone else) and you make me say it, make me say what I’ve always wanted to tell you. And once you’ve heard it, you smile into my hair and you say, “That’s it, that’s it,” and your voice is the greatest symphony I’ve ever heard.
My hands find their way from their grip on the sheets to warm your sides, my arms pulling you into me because I want more of you, need more of you. You find me again, find that part that will always belong to you and my body can only arch itself into yours, my breath scarce and your name, your name escaping whenever I can breathe and I can’t think because of this, I can’t think because of you-
And for a split second in time, we are one.