Seasons Three-Summer Dawn
Title: Summer Dawn
Disclaimer: Don't know, don't own, never happened.
Rating: PG
Summary: Ville loves the summer dawn.
I loved being awake in the dawn. It wasn’t hard. Usually we didn’t even get to bed until about half an hour before the sun came up anyway. I needed that time to calm myself down.
Bam wasn’t like me. He did everything in full force. When he was awake, he was wide, wide awake. And when he was sleeping, he was deeply asleep. There was no in between for him.
Sometimes I was grateful for that. I was grateful that he loved me, because he loved me so fully. And sometimes it just wore me out, because of the intensity with which he loved me.
He curled up to me on those nights, his head on my chest, his ear against my heartbeat. I think even in his sleep, he worried about me. Worried that he would open his eyes and that I would be gone away from him.
Bam needed to hear my heartbeat to know that I was always there with him. My hands always reached to cradle his head, to hold him against me. I will say that sometimes I needed to know that he would still be there, too.
I guess sometimes I was afraid that we only belong to one another in the nighttime. I think I was afraid that he would turn out to be like every other lover I’d had. I was afraid that he’d disappear with the night. I’ll never understand what it is about sunlight that makes people slink shamefaced from someone else’s bed.
Maybe that’s the real reason I waited for the sun to come up. The cool off the summer night hadn’t worn off yet, and so I could drape a sheet over the two of us, and cuddle close without having a sheen of sweat cover us.
I’d hold Bam tightly to me and turn my head to look out the window. The sky would lighten from the velvet shade of midnight blue to the weak gray, then to the lavender and finally the pinks, golds and reds I had come to treasure so.
It was only after my eyes had seen these colors that I felt able to sleep. I’d cuddle close to my love, bury my face in his hair and allow my sleeping self to enjoy the few hours of closeness before heat would drive him away from me.
I knew that I would wake up on my own side of the bed, curled around a pillow. That didn’t worry me once I saw the first light of day. I knew that he’d stay with me.
I think that our hearts were strung together. Every night, the string got a little weaker, and it was when the sun shone on us that it became strong again. It was when we were resting that it was able to repair itself.
Those summer dawns were some of the most beautiful that I’d ever seen in my life. Of course, nothing was more beautiful than he was.
Disclaimer: Don't know, don't own, never happened.
Rating: PG
Summary: Ville loves the summer dawn.
I loved being awake in the dawn. It wasn’t hard. Usually we didn’t even get to bed until about half an hour before the sun came up anyway. I needed that time to calm myself down.
Bam wasn’t like me. He did everything in full force. When he was awake, he was wide, wide awake. And when he was sleeping, he was deeply asleep. There was no in between for him.
Sometimes I was grateful for that. I was grateful that he loved me, because he loved me so fully. And sometimes it just wore me out, because of the intensity with which he loved me.
He curled up to me on those nights, his head on my chest, his ear against my heartbeat. I think even in his sleep, he worried about me. Worried that he would open his eyes and that I would be gone away from him.
Bam needed to hear my heartbeat to know that I was always there with him. My hands always reached to cradle his head, to hold him against me. I will say that sometimes I needed to know that he would still be there, too.
I guess sometimes I was afraid that we only belong to one another in the nighttime. I think I was afraid that he would turn out to be like every other lover I’d had. I was afraid that he’d disappear with the night. I’ll never understand what it is about sunlight that makes people slink shamefaced from someone else’s bed.
Maybe that’s the real reason I waited for the sun to come up. The cool off the summer night hadn’t worn off yet, and so I could drape a sheet over the two of us, and cuddle close without having a sheen of sweat cover us.
I’d hold Bam tightly to me and turn my head to look out the window. The sky would lighten from the velvet shade of midnight blue to the weak gray, then to the lavender and finally the pinks, golds and reds I had come to treasure so.
It was only after my eyes had seen these colors that I felt able to sleep. I’d cuddle close to my love, bury my face in his hair and allow my sleeping self to enjoy the few hours of closeness before heat would drive him away from me.
I knew that I would wake up on my own side of the bed, curled around a pillow. That didn’t worry me once I saw the first light of day. I knew that he’d stay with me.
I think that our hearts were strung together. Every night, the string got a little weaker, and it was when the sun shone on us that it became strong again. It was when we were resting that it was able to repair itself.
Those summer dawns were some of the most beautiful that I’d ever seen in my life. Of course, nothing was more beautiful than he was.