Third Watch Fic: Bring Me to Life (1-2/2)
Title: Bring Me to Life (1/2)
Author: X_tremeroswellian
Email: faithboscorelli1@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Rating: NC-17. Definitely not for the kiddies, folks.
Author's Note: This fic is based off an idea Neko wrote about in her Live Journal. My muse read the idea and informed me that we would be writing it, so if you don't like it, blame the muse, not me. Thanks for permission to use your idea, Neko! :) Song is by Evanescence
how can you see into my eyes like open doors
leading you down into my core
where I’ve become so numb
without a soul my spirit sleeping somewhere cold
until you find it there and lead it back home
(Wake me up)
Wake me up inside
(I can’t wake up)
Wake me up inside
(Save me)
call my name and save me from the dark
(Wake me up)
bid my blood to run
(I can’t wake up)
before I come undone
(Save me)
save me from the nothing I’ve become
now that I know what I’m without
you can't just leave me
breathe into me and make me real
bring me to life
(Wake me up)
Wake me up inside
(I can’t wake up)
Wake me up inside
(Save me)
call my name and save me from the dark
(Wake me up)
bid my blood to run
(I can’t wake up)
before I come undone
(Save me)
save me from the nothing I’ve become
frozen inside without your touch
without your love darling
only you are the life among the dead
all this time I can't believe I couldn't see
kept in the dark but you were there in front of me
I’ve been sleeping a thousand years it seems
got to open my eyes to everything
without a thought without a voice without a soul
don't let me die here
there must be something more
bring me to life
(Wake me up)
Wake me up inside
(I can’t wake up)
Wake me up inside
(Save me)
call my name and save me from the dark
(Wake me up)
bid my blood to run
(I can’t wake up)
before I come undone
(Save me)
save me from the nothing I’ve become
(Bring me to life)
I’ve been living a lie, there’s nothing inside
(Bring me to life)
Bring Me to Life (Part One)
Bosco ran his fingers over the glass that sealed the photograph in its neat little silver frame. It hadn't been there the last time he'd been at her apartment. Of course, it had been months since he'd been allowed -in- her apartment. Not that he'd exactly obtained permission this time, either. But the Yokas' hadn't changed the their door lock and he still had a key.
He figured it was only a matter of time before she confiscated that. He gazed at the picture. It was, of course, an image of Faith and from the looks of it, it had been taken in Central Park. She was sitting on the ground, her back against an oak tree. She wore a lavender, long sleeved silk top and as he ran his fingers over the glas, he imagined he could actually feel the soft material under his fingertips. A pair of faded blue jeans finished off her outfit and her strawberry blond hair flowed freely to her shoulders. Picture-Faith smiled back at him as he gazed at her, but he couldn't help notice that the smile didn't quite reach her eyes.
She was the embodiment of true, natural beauty, but she wasn't happy. He wasn't sure he'd ever seen her truly happy and it bothered him. Not that it was his place to bring it up to her; hell, she wasn't even talking to him. Hadn't been since that night at Noble's hotel room. The day that Cruz's fate had finally caught up to her and had ensnared all three of them in its deadly maelstrom.
Faith had almost died that day.
And even now, nearly four months later, he recalled the day with such vivid clarity he could feel her blood on his hands as he tried desperately to keep pressure on the wound in her chest.
Shuddering, Bosco closed his eyes and placed the frame back on the shelf, trying to block the memory. He was so caught up in trying to ignore the thoughts and images that threatened to suck him through a time continuum in which he'd almost lost the one truly precious thing in his life that he almost didn't hear the jangling of keys outside of the apartment door.
His eyes flew open and he froze momentarily, the words 'oh, fuck' coming to the forefront of his mind followed immediately by 'hide.' He nearly tripped over the coffee table as he fled the room and ran down the hall, his heart pounding in his chest. As he turned the corner and moved into their dark bedroom, he could hear their voices, the closing and locking of the front door. Just two voices. The kids weren't with them. Some idle voice in his mind wondered where they were--staying with their grandparents? Friends? He reminded himself that right now it didn't matter because he was about to be caught by his best-friend-slash-former-partner and her husband as he stood on the verge of panic in the middle of their bedroom floor.
Shit.
Bosco's eyes darted to the window and he quickly thanked God for creating the man or woman who'd invented fire escapes as he made his exit, pulling the window shut behind him. The bedroom light flickered on and he quickly flattened himself against the brick wall, swallowing hard.
Fuck. That had been close. -Real- close. After he regained his ability to breathe, he looked down, ready to descend the stairs and get the hell outta dodge for good when he realized with some horror that there were no stairs.
Thinking back now, he could recall Faith telling him about how she hopedd her building never caught on fire because the landlord hadn't gotten it up to code yet. He closed his eyes, cursing inwardly. There was no way down unless he wanted to jump eighty feet down into the trash bin below. Now way was he going to try and explain to Faith as he picked banana peels and dirty kleenex out of his hair that "Oh, hey, I just stopped by and let myself in to look at some pictures even though you aren't talking to me and probably hate my guts. How've you been by the way?"
No way.
He'd just have to wait it out. Wonderful. This was -exactly- how he'd hoped to be spending the night. Things couldn't possibly get much worse.
His eyes widened as he heard footsteps approaching the window. Shit. Shit. Shit. They knew he was there. He was going to be thrown in jail for breaking and entering, and he would most definitely be getting fired from the precinct.
He held his breath as he heard the window being slid open and then heard her voice. "I'm just sayin' that we need to keep a better eye on her, Fred."
"We can trust her. She's a good kid, Faith. She made a mistake. You gotta let it go." Fred's voice was calm, but held a hint of patronization in his tone.
"She's fourteen. She's not old enough to be having sex!"
Bosco's eyes widened. Emily Yokas was having sex? Jesus. No wonder Faith had seemed so upset at work the past few weeks. Despite the fact she wasn't talking to him, he'd been keeping an eye on her as much as he could.
"We were fifteen our first time," Fred reminded her. His tone was lower now and it made Bosco shudder.
There was a moment of silence.
"Come on, baby. It's our night alone. Let's not talk about all this stuff right now."
"Fred..."
"Shh...come here. Let's get you outta that flannel shirt."
Bosco's heart stopped for a beat, then started again as the lights suddenly went out inside their room. Oh, fuck. Do not pass go, do not collect two hundred dollars.
Surely they weren't about to do the mattress tango while he was trapped out on the fire escape, forced to listen to the sounds, imagine what was going on...
An intense feeling of jealousy came over him and for a moment he seriously considered making his presence known for the sole purpose of stopping them. That fat drunk bastard didn't deserve a woman like Faith Yokas. He shouldn't get the privledge of holding her, touching her, making love to her. He didn't make her happy, he didn't even know her.
Not like I do, Bosco thought bitterly. He shifted slightly as he struggled with himself over what to do. Perverse curiosity got the best of him and as his heart pounded in his chest, he peered into the window.
The breath left his lungs as he saw her lying perpendicular to the length of the bed, her head near the edge. Her blond hair spilled down over the side of the mattress. The light from the street lamp highlighted part of her face, casting an almost iridescent glow on her fair skin.
He was mesmerized by the sight, his eyes fixed on her with fascination. It was like he was seeing her for the first time. He tried to force himself to look away but he just couldn't do it. He knew it was wrong--knew he was violating her privacy as he watched her engage in such an intimate act.
But somehow the act didn't seem as intimate as it should have been. He couldn't even see Fred, for which he was eternally grateful, but he could occasionally hear the other man grunting and groaning. He couldn't understand why Fred wasn't touching her, kissing her.
Jesus, if it had been him, he would have been all over her.
For her part, Faith was still. Silent. It was pretty obvious she was deriving no pleasure from the act. Her face was blank, expressionless. Devoid of emotion and enthusiasm. He felt an intense wave of sadness wash over him as he gazed at her. He recognized that look on her face--the one that said she wished she could be anywhere else on earth right then than where she was at the moment. But she couldn't because she was trapped.
And with an alarming flash of awareness, Bosco realized something.
He wanted to be the one to free her. To save her.
He swallowed hard, feeling overwhelmed.
And that's when he realized something else, as well.
Faith was looking right at him.
* * *
how can you see into my eyes like open doors
leading you down into my core
where I’ve become so numb
without a soul my spirit sleeping somewhere cold
until you find it there and lead it back home
(Wake me up)
Wake me up inside
(I can’t wake up)
Wake me up inside
(Save me)
call my name and save me from the dark
(Wake me up)
bid my blood to run
(I can’t wake up)
before I come undone
(Save me)
save me from the nothing I’ve become
now that I know what I’m without
you can't just leave me
breathe into me and make me real
bring me to life
(Wake me up)
Wake me up inside
(I can’t wake up)
Wake me up inside
(Save me)
call my name and save me from the dark
(Wake me up)
bid my blood to run
(I can’t wake up)
before I come undone
(Save me)
save me from the nothing I’ve become
frozen inside without your touch
without your love darling
only you are the life among the dead
all this time I can't believe I couldn't see
kept in the dark but you were there in front of me
I’ve been sleeping a thousand years it seems
got to open my eyes to everything
without a thought without a voice without a soul
don't let me die here
there must be something more
bring me to life
(Wake me up)
Wake me up inside
(I can’t wake up)
Wake me up inside
(Save me)
call my name and save me from the dark
(Wake me up)
bid my blood to run
(I can’t wake up)
before I come undone
(Save me)
save me from the nothing I’ve become
(Bring me to life)
I’ve been living a lie, there’s nothing inside
(Bring me to life)
Bring Me to Life (Part Two)
It never ceased to amaze her how very unattentive of a lover her husband was. With Fred there was no such thing as foreplay. He'd never been interested in anything but the act of sex itself.
Half the time Faith thought she must repulse him because he touched her as little as possible and he rarely if ever kissed her while they made love. If you could call it making love. It was more like 'wham-bam-thank ya, ma'am' followed by his collapse and prompt snoring as she lay quietly, feeling empty and hollow, trying not to wake him as she cried softly.
Nothing ever changed.
Just as she thought those words, she felt goosebumps rise up on her bare flesh, a keen sense of awareness flooding over her. She was being watched. Her gaze shifted to the window, the breath catching in her throat as she saw him staring in. Even in the dark there was enough light from the street lamp outside that she could see the intensity of his gaze.
Their eyes locked and she couldn't bring herself to look away. The two of them had always been able to communicate by a simple look--they shared a bond, a connection which was so strong in its intensity that it sometimes frightened her.
But not this time.
Now as they spoke without words, she felt a spark of hope ignite within her.
With one last animalistic grunt, Fred reached his climax and collapsed beside her a few seconds later, his eyes drifting shut immediately. Within moments, true to form, he began to snore.
Silently, Faith rose from their bed, unable to suppress a slight shudder as she felt the trickle of fluid running down her thighs. She walked over to the window and gazed into Bosco's eyes, liftiing her hand and pressing it against the glass. He did the same, his eyes never leaving her face.
Wordlessly she raised the window the rest of the way and held her hand out toward him.
He gazed at her hand for a moment, then slid his fingers through hers and quietly pulled himself inside her and Fred's bedroom. For a long moment they simply stood and looked at each other in the soft light from the street lamp outside.
Then she gave his hand a gentle squeeze and led him into the master bathroom, closing and locking the door behind them as she flipped the light on. After a moment, she spoke, her voice soft. "I'm not gonna ask you what you're doing here."
"I just...I needed..."
She gazed at him silently, waiting. She needed to hear the words as much as he needed to say them, to admit them to himself.
"You," he finished, his voice just above a whisper. "I needed you."
She closed her eyes against the flood of tears she felt building.
"I missed you, Faith," he whispered, wanting so badly to reach out and touch her, pull her to him.
Faith opened her tear-filled eyes. "I missed you, too." Her voice was barely audible.
Bosco swallowed hard, then reached for her, sliding his arms around her body, his hands rubbing her back gently. "Tell me what you want me to do," he said quietly.
After a few seconds, she pulled away enough to look at him, emotions clouding her beautiful blue eyes. "Bring me to life," she whispered.
Their lips met in a soft, tentative kiss to begin with that almost instantly deepened and intensified, sending an electric shock through both of them.
He was a little stunned by the feeling. He'd somehow known that despite the fact he'd kissed more women than he could count or even remember, kissing Faith Yokas would be different. And it was--it took everything to a whole new level.
He reached up, cupping her face in his hands as they kissed until they had to pull away in order to breathe.
Faith's heart was pounding hard against her chest and she gripped the bottom of his shirt in her hands, then lifted it over his head and letting it drop silently to the tile floor. She slid her hands over his bare, muscular chest.
Bosco's skin felt hot where she touched him and he pushed her gently back up against the bathroom door, kissing her again, his hands resting on her hips.
She slid her arms around him, pulling him closer, pressing their bodies together. Her hands splayed across his lower back as he lowered his lips to her neck. His breath was hot against her skin and she shivered.
"Faith, I don't uh...I don't have any..." His voice trailed off as he lifted his head to look at her.
Wordlessly she moved away from him and reached into the medicine cabinet above the sink. She pulled out a condom and handed it to him, their eyes meeting.
Bosco set the package on the sink, a grin on his face. "Won't be needin' it for awhile yet anyway."
Faith's eyes widened slightly at his words.
"But let's get a little more comfortable." He reached for her and then pulled them down to the bathroom floor on their knees. "Lie down," he whispered, kissing her cheek and sliding his hands over her shoulders.
Swallowing hard, she couldn't help but feel a little nervous and self-conscious as she laid back on the soft blue rug in front of the shower. "We should turn the light off," she murmured.
"No. I want to look at you," he answered, gazing down at her. His eyes swept over her well-toned body, lingering momentarily on her breasts before lifting his gaze to her face again. "You're beautiful, Faith."
His whispered compliment made her heart skip a beat. She couldn't remember the last time that someone had called her beautiful. And for Bosco of all people to be saying it nearly deconstructed her completely.
He leaned down, pressing his lips against her stomach and making a feather-light trail of kisses up her body, his lips and tongue making her feel things she hadn't felt in years.
His eyes focused on the scar just above her left breast. It hadn't fully healed yet and he felt a rush of sorrow grip him. He lifted his eyes to meet hers.
Faith read him like a book and reached out, sliding her hand against his cheek. He instinctively leaned into her touch and after a moment, he bowed his head, brushing his lips lightly over the wound. She shivered against him. For some reason that simple act seemed more intimate to her than the way his hands were sliding over her skin.
"I'm so sorry, Faith," he whispered, resting his forehead against her collarbone.
"It's okay," she whispered back, running her fingers through his hair.
"You should never have been there." There was regret, guilt in his tone.
She placed her other hand on his face and lifted his head up so she could look into his eyes. "I wouldn't have been there if I hadn't wanted to be."
"You almost died."
Faith kissed his forehead. "But I didn't. I'm right here. And we're together."
Bosco met her eyes, then leaned down and kissed her.
A soft sigh escaped her lips as he touched and kissed her as though he was worshipping her body with his own.
After several long moments, he pulled away and she watched as he slid his belt off, unsnapped the button on his jeans and unzipped the zipper. He stood up, sliding out of his pants and kicking them away. Then he took his boxers off as well, his eyes locked on hers.
Faith felt another twinge of nervousness. Were they really about to do this on the bathroom floor while her husband slept in the next room?
Bosco saw the flicker of hesitation on her face. "We don't have to do this." His voice was soft.
She gazed up at him, knowing that this was her choice to make. It only took her a moment to decide. She reached for him.
He smiled slightly and lowered himself to the floor again, grabbing the metallic package off the sink. He rested a hand on her thigh as he gently eased her legs apart. He was a little alarmed to see the trickle of blood on her inner thighs. "You're bleeding, Faith."
"Yeah, I wasn't exactly ready earlier and Fred has a tendency to get a little rough." Her voice was soft and there was a hint of embarrassment to her tone.
"That bastard," he said angrily, shaking his head.
"Bosco, it's okay. Please just...make love to me," she whispered, her eyes pleading.
He felt his anger dissolve at her words and as he looked into her eyes. He quickly tore the package open and slid the condom on. Then he moved over her, pressing their bodies together. He kissed her deeply, their tongues intertwining, dancing. "You ready?" he whispered against her mouth.
"Yes," she whispered back.
Bosco slid into her with ease. She may not have been ready with Fred, but she was definitely ready for him. He stayed still for a few moments, anyway, closing his eyes tightly as he allowed their bodies to adjust to one another. His lips brushed against her collarbone, then over her breasts before he began to move slowly within her.
Faith wrapped her legs around his waist, her hands sliding up over his chest, to his shoulders, then up higher, her fingers tangling in his hair as they made love.
He bit his tongue to keep from moaning as he began to move faster. He kept his eyes on hers, thrilled to see the emotions flickering over her face. He slid his arms underneath her shoulders and flipped them without warning so that she was the one on top.
Faith whimpered softly as the sudden movement forced him deeper inside her.
He reached for her hands and wove his fingers through hers, gripping onto them tightly to help give her more leverage as she moved on him. He thrust his hips up to meet hres as she ground down against him, another soft whimper escaping her throat.
Sweat broke out on her stomach, between her breasts, on her forehead as they moved together with increasing urgency and force.
A grin on his face, he leaned up and licked the drops of moisture from the valley between her breasts, enjoying the gasp that escaped her lips. Bosco knew she was getting close, could see it in her eyes, hear it in her shallow breathing. He let go of her hands and gripped her hips tightly, thrusting up hard inside of her and pulling her down tightly against him at the same time.
She let out a small cry and he felt her muscles tighten around him. "Bosco!" she whispered, her voice choked as she hit her climax.
He held onto her hips, thrusting inside her hard once, twice. On the third time, his own body exploded inside her and she collapsed on top of him, both of them trying to catch their breath.
Bosco slid his hands over her back, then up and over her hair, his body drained of energy as he lay back on the soft rug.
Faith laid her head on his chest, listening to the sound of his rapidly beating heart.
"I love you, Faith," he whispered.
Tears stung her eyes and she pressed a kiss to his bare chest. "I love you, too, Boz." She closed her eyes, not caring that Fred was just beyond the door or that she had just cheated on her husband of fifteen years. Right now she felt whole. Content.
She'd deal with the rest in the morning.
Faith fell asleep in the arms of the one man who made her feel alive.
Author: X_tremeroswellian
Email: faithboscorelli1@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Rating: NC-17. Definitely not for the kiddies, folks.
Author's Note: This fic is based off an idea Neko wrote about in her Live Journal. My muse read the idea and informed me that we would be writing it, so if you don't like it, blame the muse, not me. Thanks for permission to use your idea, Neko! :) Song is by Evanescence
how can you see into my eyes like open doors
leading you down into my core
where I’ve become so numb
without a soul my spirit sleeping somewhere cold
until you find it there and lead it back home
(Wake me up)
Wake me up inside
(I can’t wake up)
Wake me up inside
(Save me)
call my name and save me from the dark
(Wake me up)
bid my blood to run
(I can’t wake up)
before I come undone
(Save me)
save me from the nothing I’ve become
now that I know what I’m without
you can't just leave me
breathe into me and make me real
bring me to life
(Wake me up)
Wake me up inside
(I can’t wake up)
Wake me up inside
(Save me)
call my name and save me from the dark
(Wake me up)
bid my blood to run
(I can’t wake up)
before I come undone
(Save me)
save me from the nothing I’ve become
frozen inside without your touch
without your love darling
only you are the life among the dead
all this time I can't believe I couldn't see
kept in the dark but you were there in front of me
I’ve been sleeping a thousand years it seems
got to open my eyes to everything
without a thought without a voice without a soul
don't let me die here
there must be something more
bring me to life
(Wake me up)
Wake me up inside
(I can’t wake up)
Wake me up inside
(Save me)
call my name and save me from the dark
(Wake me up)
bid my blood to run
(I can’t wake up)
before I come undone
(Save me)
save me from the nothing I’ve become
(Bring me to life)
I’ve been living a lie, there’s nothing inside
(Bring me to life)
Bring Me to Life (Part One)
Bosco ran his fingers over the glass that sealed the photograph in its neat little silver frame. It hadn't been there the last time he'd been at her apartment. Of course, it had been months since he'd been allowed -in- her apartment. Not that he'd exactly obtained permission this time, either. But the Yokas' hadn't changed the their door lock and he still had a key.
He figured it was only a matter of time before she confiscated that. He gazed at the picture. It was, of course, an image of Faith and from the looks of it, it had been taken in Central Park. She was sitting on the ground, her back against an oak tree. She wore a lavender, long sleeved silk top and as he ran his fingers over the glas, he imagined he could actually feel the soft material under his fingertips. A pair of faded blue jeans finished off her outfit and her strawberry blond hair flowed freely to her shoulders. Picture-Faith smiled back at him as he gazed at her, but he couldn't help notice that the smile didn't quite reach her eyes.
She was the embodiment of true, natural beauty, but she wasn't happy. He wasn't sure he'd ever seen her truly happy and it bothered him. Not that it was his place to bring it up to her; hell, she wasn't even talking to him. Hadn't been since that night at Noble's hotel room. The day that Cruz's fate had finally caught up to her and had ensnared all three of them in its deadly maelstrom.
Faith had almost died that day.
And even now, nearly four months later, he recalled the day with such vivid clarity he could feel her blood on his hands as he tried desperately to keep pressure on the wound in her chest.
Shuddering, Bosco closed his eyes and placed the frame back on the shelf, trying to block the memory. He was so caught up in trying to ignore the thoughts and images that threatened to suck him through a time continuum in which he'd almost lost the one truly precious thing in his life that he almost didn't hear the jangling of keys outside of the apartment door.
His eyes flew open and he froze momentarily, the words 'oh, fuck' coming to the forefront of his mind followed immediately by 'hide.' He nearly tripped over the coffee table as he fled the room and ran down the hall, his heart pounding in his chest. As he turned the corner and moved into their dark bedroom, he could hear their voices, the closing and locking of the front door. Just two voices. The kids weren't with them. Some idle voice in his mind wondered where they were--staying with their grandparents? Friends? He reminded himself that right now it didn't matter because he was about to be caught by his best-friend-slash-former-partner and her husband as he stood on the verge of panic in the middle of their bedroom floor.
Shit.
Bosco's eyes darted to the window and he quickly thanked God for creating the man or woman who'd invented fire escapes as he made his exit, pulling the window shut behind him. The bedroom light flickered on and he quickly flattened himself against the brick wall, swallowing hard.
Fuck. That had been close. -Real- close. After he regained his ability to breathe, he looked down, ready to descend the stairs and get the hell outta dodge for good when he realized with some horror that there were no stairs.
Thinking back now, he could recall Faith telling him about how she hopedd her building never caught on fire because the landlord hadn't gotten it up to code yet. He closed his eyes, cursing inwardly. There was no way down unless he wanted to jump eighty feet down into the trash bin below. Now way was he going to try and explain to Faith as he picked banana peels and dirty kleenex out of his hair that "Oh, hey, I just stopped by and let myself in to look at some pictures even though you aren't talking to me and probably hate my guts. How've you been by the way?"
No way.
He'd just have to wait it out. Wonderful. This was -exactly- how he'd hoped to be spending the night. Things couldn't possibly get much worse.
His eyes widened as he heard footsteps approaching the window. Shit. Shit. Shit. They knew he was there. He was going to be thrown in jail for breaking and entering, and he would most definitely be getting fired from the precinct.
He held his breath as he heard the window being slid open and then heard her voice. "I'm just sayin' that we need to keep a better eye on her, Fred."
"We can trust her. She's a good kid, Faith. She made a mistake. You gotta let it go." Fred's voice was calm, but held a hint of patronization in his tone.
"She's fourteen. She's not old enough to be having sex!"
Bosco's eyes widened. Emily Yokas was having sex? Jesus. No wonder Faith had seemed so upset at work the past few weeks. Despite the fact she wasn't talking to him, he'd been keeping an eye on her as much as he could.
"We were fifteen our first time," Fred reminded her. His tone was lower now and it made Bosco shudder.
There was a moment of silence.
"Come on, baby. It's our night alone. Let's not talk about all this stuff right now."
"Fred..."
"Shh...come here. Let's get you outta that flannel shirt."
Bosco's heart stopped for a beat, then started again as the lights suddenly went out inside their room. Oh, fuck. Do not pass go, do not collect two hundred dollars.
Surely they weren't about to do the mattress tango while he was trapped out on the fire escape, forced to listen to the sounds, imagine what was going on...
An intense feeling of jealousy came over him and for a moment he seriously considered making his presence known for the sole purpose of stopping them. That fat drunk bastard didn't deserve a woman like Faith Yokas. He shouldn't get the privledge of holding her, touching her, making love to her. He didn't make her happy, he didn't even know her.
Not like I do, Bosco thought bitterly. He shifted slightly as he struggled with himself over what to do. Perverse curiosity got the best of him and as his heart pounded in his chest, he peered into the window.
The breath left his lungs as he saw her lying perpendicular to the length of the bed, her head near the edge. Her blond hair spilled down over the side of the mattress. The light from the street lamp highlighted part of her face, casting an almost iridescent glow on her fair skin.
He was mesmerized by the sight, his eyes fixed on her with fascination. It was like he was seeing her for the first time. He tried to force himself to look away but he just couldn't do it. He knew it was wrong--knew he was violating her privacy as he watched her engage in such an intimate act.
But somehow the act didn't seem as intimate as it should have been. He couldn't even see Fred, for which he was eternally grateful, but he could occasionally hear the other man grunting and groaning. He couldn't understand why Fred wasn't touching her, kissing her.
Jesus, if it had been him, he would have been all over her.
For her part, Faith was still. Silent. It was pretty obvious she was deriving no pleasure from the act. Her face was blank, expressionless. Devoid of emotion and enthusiasm. He felt an intense wave of sadness wash over him as he gazed at her. He recognized that look on her face--the one that said she wished she could be anywhere else on earth right then than where she was at the moment. But she couldn't because she was trapped.
And with an alarming flash of awareness, Bosco realized something.
He wanted to be the one to free her. To save her.
He swallowed hard, feeling overwhelmed.
And that's when he realized something else, as well.
Faith was looking right at him.
* * *
how can you see into my eyes like open doors
leading you down into my core
where I’ve become so numb
without a soul my spirit sleeping somewhere cold
until you find it there and lead it back home
(Wake me up)
Wake me up inside
(I can’t wake up)
Wake me up inside
(Save me)
call my name and save me from the dark
(Wake me up)
bid my blood to run
(I can’t wake up)
before I come undone
(Save me)
save me from the nothing I’ve become
now that I know what I’m without
you can't just leave me
breathe into me and make me real
bring me to life
(Wake me up)
Wake me up inside
(I can’t wake up)
Wake me up inside
(Save me)
call my name and save me from the dark
(Wake me up)
bid my blood to run
(I can’t wake up)
before I come undone
(Save me)
save me from the nothing I’ve become
frozen inside without your touch
without your love darling
only you are the life among the dead
all this time I can't believe I couldn't see
kept in the dark but you were there in front of me
I’ve been sleeping a thousand years it seems
got to open my eyes to everything
without a thought without a voice without a soul
don't let me die here
there must be something more
bring me to life
(Wake me up)
Wake me up inside
(I can’t wake up)
Wake me up inside
(Save me)
call my name and save me from the dark
(Wake me up)
bid my blood to run
(I can’t wake up)
before I come undone
(Save me)
save me from the nothing I’ve become
(Bring me to life)
I’ve been living a lie, there’s nothing inside
(Bring me to life)
Bring Me to Life (Part Two)
It never ceased to amaze her how very unattentive of a lover her husband was. With Fred there was no such thing as foreplay. He'd never been interested in anything but the act of sex itself.
Half the time Faith thought she must repulse him because he touched her as little as possible and he rarely if ever kissed her while they made love. If you could call it making love. It was more like 'wham-bam-thank ya, ma'am' followed by his collapse and prompt snoring as she lay quietly, feeling empty and hollow, trying not to wake him as she cried softly.
Nothing ever changed.
Just as she thought those words, she felt goosebumps rise up on her bare flesh, a keen sense of awareness flooding over her. She was being watched. Her gaze shifted to the window, the breath catching in her throat as she saw him staring in. Even in the dark there was enough light from the street lamp outside that she could see the intensity of his gaze.
Their eyes locked and she couldn't bring herself to look away. The two of them had always been able to communicate by a simple look--they shared a bond, a connection which was so strong in its intensity that it sometimes frightened her.
But not this time.
Now as they spoke without words, she felt a spark of hope ignite within her.
With one last animalistic grunt, Fred reached his climax and collapsed beside her a few seconds later, his eyes drifting shut immediately. Within moments, true to form, he began to snore.
Silently, Faith rose from their bed, unable to suppress a slight shudder as she felt the trickle of fluid running down her thighs. She walked over to the window and gazed into Bosco's eyes, liftiing her hand and pressing it against the glass. He did the same, his eyes never leaving her face.
Wordlessly she raised the window the rest of the way and held her hand out toward him.
He gazed at her hand for a moment, then slid his fingers through hers and quietly pulled himself inside her and Fred's bedroom. For a long moment they simply stood and looked at each other in the soft light from the street lamp outside.
Then she gave his hand a gentle squeeze and led him into the master bathroom, closing and locking the door behind them as she flipped the light on. After a moment, she spoke, her voice soft. "I'm not gonna ask you what you're doing here."
"I just...I needed..."
She gazed at him silently, waiting. She needed to hear the words as much as he needed to say them, to admit them to himself.
"You," he finished, his voice just above a whisper. "I needed you."
She closed her eyes against the flood of tears she felt building.
"I missed you, Faith," he whispered, wanting so badly to reach out and touch her, pull her to him.
Faith opened her tear-filled eyes. "I missed you, too." Her voice was barely audible.
Bosco swallowed hard, then reached for her, sliding his arms around her body, his hands rubbing her back gently. "Tell me what you want me to do," he said quietly.
After a few seconds, she pulled away enough to look at him, emotions clouding her beautiful blue eyes. "Bring me to life," she whispered.
Their lips met in a soft, tentative kiss to begin with that almost instantly deepened and intensified, sending an electric shock through both of them.
He was a little stunned by the feeling. He'd somehow known that despite the fact he'd kissed more women than he could count or even remember, kissing Faith Yokas would be different. And it was--it took everything to a whole new level.
He reached up, cupping her face in his hands as they kissed until they had to pull away in order to breathe.
Faith's heart was pounding hard against her chest and she gripped the bottom of his shirt in her hands, then lifted it over his head and letting it drop silently to the tile floor. She slid her hands over his bare, muscular chest.
Bosco's skin felt hot where she touched him and he pushed her gently back up against the bathroom door, kissing her again, his hands resting on her hips.
She slid her arms around him, pulling him closer, pressing their bodies together. Her hands splayed across his lower back as he lowered his lips to her neck. His breath was hot against her skin and she shivered.
"Faith, I don't uh...I don't have any..." His voice trailed off as he lifted his head to look at her.
Wordlessly she moved away from him and reached into the medicine cabinet above the sink. She pulled out a condom and handed it to him, their eyes meeting.
Bosco set the package on the sink, a grin on his face. "Won't be needin' it for awhile yet anyway."
Faith's eyes widened slightly at his words.
"But let's get a little more comfortable." He reached for her and then pulled them down to the bathroom floor on their knees. "Lie down," he whispered, kissing her cheek and sliding his hands over her shoulders.
Swallowing hard, she couldn't help but feel a little nervous and self-conscious as she laid back on the soft blue rug in front of the shower. "We should turn the light off," she murmured.
"No. I want to look at you," he answered, gazing down at her. His eyes swept over her well-toned body, lingering momentarily on her breasts before lifting his gaze to her face again. "You're beautiful, Faith."
His whispered compliment made her heart skip a beat. She couldn't remember the last time that someone had called her beautiful. And for Bosco of all people to be saying it nearly deconstructed her completely.
He leaned down, pressing his lips against her stomach and making a feather-light trail of kisses up her body, his lips and tongue making her feel things she hadn't felt in years.
His eyes focused on the scar just above her left breast. It hadn't fully healed yet and he felt a rush of sorrow grip him. He lifted his eyes to meet hers.
Faith read him like a book and reached out, sliding her hand against his cheek. He instinctively leaned into her touch and after a moment, he bowed his head, brushing his lips lightly over the wound. She shivered against him. For some reason that simple act seemed more intimate to her than the way his hands were sliding over her skin.
"I'm so sorry, Faith," he whispered, resting his forehead against her collarbone.
"It's okay," she whispered back, running her fingers through his hair.
"You should never have been there." There was regret, guilt in his tone.
She placed her other hand on his face and lifted his head up so she could look into his eyes. "I wouldn't have been there if I hadn't wanted to be."
"You almost died."
Faith kissed his forehead. "But I didn't. I'm right here. And we're together."
Bosco met her eyes, then leaned down and kissed her.
A soft sigh escaped her lips as he touched and kissed her as though he was worshipping her body with his own.
After several long moments, he pulled away and she watched as he slid his belt off, unsnapped the button on his jeans and unzipped the zipper. He stood up, sliding out of his pants and kicking them away. Then he took his boxers off as well, his eyes locked on hers.
Faith felt another twinge of nervousness. Were they really about to do this on the bathroom floor while her husband slept in the next room?
Bosco saw the flicker of hesitation on her face. "We don't have to do this." His voice was soft.
She gazed up at him, knowing that this was her choice to make. It only took her a moment to decide. She reached for him.
He smiled slightly and lowered himself to the floor again, grabbing the metallic package off the sink. He rested a hand on her thigh as he gently eased her legs apart. He was a little alarmed to see the trickle of blood on her inner thighs. "You're bleeding, Faith."
"Yeah, I wasn't exactly ready earlier and Fred has a tendency to get a little rough." Her voice was soft and there was a hint of embarrassment to her tone.
"That bastard," he said angrily, shaking his head.
"Bosco, it's okay. Please just...make love to me," she whispered, her eyes pleading.
He felt his anger dissolve at her words and as he looked into her eyes. He quickly tore the package open and slid the condom on. Then he moved over her, pressing their bodies together. He kissed her deeply, their tongues intertwining, dancing. "You ready?" he whispered against her mouth.
"Yes," she whispered back.
Bosco slid into her with ease. She may not have been ready with Fred, but she was definitely ready for him. He stayed still for a few moments, anyway, closing his eyes tightly as he allowed their bodies to adjust to one another. His lips brushed against her collarbone, then over her breasts before he began to move slowly within her.
Faith wrapped her legs around his waist, her hands sliding up over his chest, to his shoulders, then up higher, her fingers tangling in his hair as they made love.
He bit his tongue to keep from moaning as he began to move faster. He kept his eyes on hers, thrilled to see the emotions flickering over her face. He slid his arms underneath her shoulders and flipped them without warning so that she was the one on top.
Faith whimpered softly as the sudden movement forced him deeper inside her.
He reached for her hands and wove his fingers through hers, gripping onto them tightly to help give her more leverage as she moved on him. He thrust his hips up to meet hres as she ground down against him, another soft whimper escaping her throat.
Sweat broke out on her stomach, between her breasts, on her forehead as they moved together with increasing urgency and force.
A grin on his face, he leaned up and licked the drops of moisture from the valley between her breasts, enjoying the gasp that escaped her lips. Bosco knew she was getting close, could see it in her eyes, hear it in her shallow breathing. He let go of her hands and gripped her hips tightly, thrusting up hard inside of her and pulling her down tightly against him at the same time.
She let out a small cry and he felt her muscles tighten around him. "Bosco!" she whispered, her voice choked as she hit her climax.
He held onto her hips, thrusting inside her hard once, twice. On the third time, his own body exploded inside her and she collapsed on top of him, both of them trying to catch their breath.
Bosco slid his hands over her back, then up and over her hair, his body drained of energy as he lay back on the soft rug.
Faith laid her head on his chest, listening to the sound of his rapidly beating heart.
"I love you, Faith," he whispered.
Tears stung her eyes and she pressed a kiss to his bare chest. "I love you, too, Boz." She closed her eyes, not caring that Fred was just beyond the door or that she had just cheated on her husband of fifteen years. Right now she felt whole. Content.
She'd deal with the rest in the morning.
Faith fell asleep in the arms of the one man who made her feel alive.