To Sleep In This Bed Of Desire
Written by Me/Colby_Carter@hotmail.com
Disclaimer: Well, since no names are mentioned, I can't be held responsible. But you guys know who's who right?
Rating:PG
Summary: Nothing really. Just a hokey short fanfic. I think you can guess what it's about.
The moonlight shimmered in like a glittering summers haze, diffused by the gauzy white curtains that rested on the wings of the wind, the cool breeze coming into the darkened room through the opened window.
She opened her mouth and sighed, her lips rosy red and bruised and swollen. She settled deeper into the pillow. She was laid out on her back, her left arm stretched out and up, flushed pink on her normally translucent and alabaster white skin. A darker arm, his right, eclipsed hers. Their fingers intertwined in sleep, alternating his dark skillful fingers with hers, slender and subservient. He lay face down on her warm and bare body, crossing from her left sided torso to her right breast, his head nestled in the soft space between her shoulder and her smile.
The in and out, up and down motion of her hushed breath lulling him into a deeper dream. His hand on occasion clutched the white Egyptian cotton sheet which now covered his defined lower back and the tops of his toned thighs, up their bodies to land beneath their hands, draping over the bodies and the edge of the bed with such care and such delicacy and such perfection that the Greek masters could not achieve better. From the edge of the sheet where their legs emerged, intertwined with each other like wire, caught in the sheets and the moonlight and the wind. Her hand moved in it's sleep, from his hair to his shimmering skin, subconsciously tracing his back, the scratches down his shoulder and the crescent moons her unpainted nails carved out of him. Her fingertips kept running over them, feeling the rise and fall of the red ridges and valleys she had created. His lips, bitten and bruised and warm opened. And out came his breath, dancing in the wind, spinning and whirling, flittering and twinkling, falling into rest on her skin.
Her eyes fluttered open, deep, doe-eyed and dewy, dazed with dizziness and desire. She smiled down at the man above her, her lover and and spoke softly to him, hoping her word found their way into his dreams, "You don't know this but I love you. These seconds like this, when you're sleeping next to me, they leave me shaking for days and I'm not ready for this sort of thing. And every time this happens, I believe it's love, I'm talking in my sleep and every word is nonsense." Her eyes slowly shut, relaxing underneath the gust of wind blowing in through the gauze, cooling their bodies, swirling and twirling around them, leaving a glitter in it's trail, carrying them past the threshold of slumber.
