softly slowly
by Susan

E-mail: touchstone98@tx.rr.com
Classification: moment-in-time prose thingie
Rating: PG
Spoiler: I Want to Believe
Archive: No archive without permission.
Disclaimer: On paper, these characters aren't mine.
In my head, they are.

Summary: i don't want to sleep, she whispers
         neither do i, he whispers back


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moonlight shines through their
bedroom window
its glow casting shadows 
on his bare chest

softly slowly
her fingers trace a path
over his scars
lines now thinned and faded
but still there
always there

do you ever think about it anymore, she asks
her fingers now tickling the
hairs on his belly

sometimes, he replies
breathing in, breathing out

sometimes it's all i think about
and
sometimes i don't ever want to think about it again
he adds as he turns towards her
rests his hand on her smooth stomach

softly slowly
his fingers trace their own path
over her scar
the bullet hole imprinted on her skin
lighter and smaller than it used to be
but still there
always there

does it ever hurt anymore, he asks
his fingers now moving down
and over the curve of her hip

sometimes when it gets cold outside
i can feel it, she replies
breathing out, breathing in

sometimes it tingles and burns
and
sometimes i forget it's even there
she adds as she turns towards him
slides her arm beneath his

he moves closer then
wrapping his long leg around her thigh
rubbing his foot against her shin

and she moves closer too
her breasts pressed against his chest
her nose almost touching his

you should probably get some rest, he says
kissing her one two three four times
here there and here again

and though she knows she has to be 
at the hospital early tomorrow
she doesn't want him to stop doing what he's doing
doesn't want herself to stop feeling 
so warm so safe so alive

i don't want to sleep, she whispers
neither do i, he whispers back

and so he doesn't
his lips softly slowly
trickling 
over her scar again
over every line every crease
every part of her that is his

and she doesn't either
her fingers softly slowly
moving 
over his hardened body
over every scar every muscle
every part of him that is hers
that will always be hers

later
when the moonlight has faded
from their bedroom window
and her eyes finally drift shut
he thinks about what they have now
not what they lost then

and watches her sleep
in his arms in their bed in the place 
they call home

and he is content


~end~

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