A/N: Just an extremely short little something that kept ricocheting around in my head. A little prose in that style I seem to enjoy playing with.
Night time musings of the midnight sort... Please forgive me if you don't love.
XX- Bellesrad (LorenC)
She doesn't recall when each had finally acknowledged there was something deeper, far more complex, brewing between them.
Yet, she certainly remembers how it felt the first time they ever touched.
People talk about electricity coursing through your body, a dash of lightning flowing through your entire self from a simple touch.
But that hadn't happened to her.
There had been no boom, nor pizzazz, nor fireworks...
No!
It had been none of that...
Instead, it had felt natural.
Familiar.
An almost intimate experience.
It had felt a lot like…
Home.
You know?
Like that feeling you get when you finally put on your favorite slippers after a long day.
Or, like a sip of that relaxing glass of chardonnay on a Friday night that helps you forget about your shitty week.
That's how it felt
Comforting.
Warm.
Soothing.
Touching him had felt that way.
And she'd longed for his touch from that moment on…
Over the years, it's become instinctual.
Like their banter,
playful, present
but always fleeting...
Neither daring to recognize it for what it is.
Yet, both understanding that it's become an integral part of their relationship.
So intrinsically embedded into their psyche and bodies, even more so after their first time.
And she knows, that just like her, he's struggled with it over the years.
Twelve and a half years, nearly thirteen, to be more accurate.
They'd become emotionally entangled.
Lives intersecting, yet, juxtaposed
Lines, oftentimes, blurred
Unable to separate the professional from the personal.
Their worlds crumbling whenever they're not close to each other.
Each half craving for the other.
Bodies weeping with need.
Unfulfilled.
Even when they have shared themselves in seemingly newer, apparently more stable relationships, they couldn't let the other go.
Etched.
On her skin, on his skin.
Ingrained.
In her thoughts. In his dreams.
For eternity.
Maybe, just maybe, they just couldn't separate themselves from each other...
The emotional depth of their connection natural and essential...
Organic.
Real.
Everlasting.
And tonight of all nights it seems even more so...
Genuine.
Powerful.
Vividly intense...
She feels it whenever he's inside her,
above her,
all around her.
Her body easily adjusting to his perfect fit.
Like dormant memories of what had been, finally coming back to life.
Stirring in her chest.
Awakening in his brain.
Their souls becoming fully cognizant for once and all.
Her heart, his heart
Synchronized.
His touch, her touch
A perfect harmony.
Her lips, his lips
Heavenly.
That's how he feels wrapped in her arms tonight.
Every caress,
every kiss,
every brush of his skin on her skin...
A sensory overload.
Her body unable to take more, yet, not fully sated.
Impatient.
Eager.
Thirsty for more …
Insatiable.
A constant craving of sorts.
That's how she feels
for him.
That's how he feels
for her.